A/N: I just realized that I made an awful mistake... misspelling Hermione's
name like that... but I can't figure out how to change it in my dictionary,
since I had added it in to prevent those freaky red squiggle lines
underneath her name every five seconds. Sigh... if anyone knows how I can
erase the improper spelling from my dictionary so I can correct myself, it
would be appreciated. Until then, forgive me for my spelling... lol... and
now that I have all four books sitting in front of me (my third and fourth
books were left at home when I moved out by mistake) hopefully I'll be able
to bring more "history" to my story, straight from the pen of the Mistress
of Hogwarts herself, JK Rowling, whom I assume you all know is not me...
lol... I wish... I'd be rich! (instead of broke after buying the first four
books, the third and fourth again, the first movie, and the first
PlayStation game) he he... well, that's enough A/N... back to the story,
shall we??
"McGonagall?" Ron asked incredulously, starting to stand.
Hermione and Harry both yanked him back down and Hermione's hand again clamped firmly over his mouth. "Quiet. We can't let them see us. If they have any memory of us, it could affect the future," Hermione whispered.
Harry, still staring after Dumbledore and McGonagall, was the only one of the three who saw the man's twinkling blue eyes scan the boxes, then nod, as if he understood something. He turned back once more as Minerva's hand found its way into the crook of his elbow.
"Hermione, do you think you could remember some sort of spell to change our appearances?"
"I don't know. I wish I still had a library to use," she muttered.
"Just something simple. Enough that they won't recognize us in the future," he pushed.
"Hmmm... well, it's not quite simple, but let me see what I can do..." Hermione cleared her throat and started murmuring a few words as she pointed her wand at Ron. Soon a golden cloud engulfed him.
As the cloud dissipated, they could hear a voice, unrecognizable, muttering. "Why am I always her guinea pig?" Where Ron had stood was now a boy of about 19. His flaming red hair had become a crown of golden blonde. His freckles had disappeared and his skin had tanned. Even his facial structure seemed to have changed.
"Well, did it work?" Ron asked.
"Hermione, you're brilliant," Harry grinned.
"Your turn," she replied, pointing her wand at Harry.
As the cloud disappeared again, Ron muttered, "Blimey, you look like a bloody movie star!" Harry's untidy black hair was now combed back neatly. The green of his eyes was deeper- if it were even possible- and his face looked more rugged and masculine. He filled out his uniform well, no longer the skinny boy of his childhood. His glasses had disappeared, but his scar remained.
"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry... I guess a simple spell isn't enough to cover it," Hermione said softly.
"It's ok, Hermione, it might come in handy," he replied, in a voice no longer his own.
"Your turn, Hermione," Ron said.
Hermione turned the wand on herself and stepped out of the cloud of gold. Her mousy brown bushy mass of hair had become straightened, a chocolate color with blonde and red natural highlights. Her eyes had become hazel, the gold outline seeming to engulf the green, making her eyes shine.
"Did it work? Do I look different?" Hermione asked, her voice also changed slightly.
"I'll say," Ron muttered. A quick jab of Harry's elbow to Ron's chest prevented him from saying any more.
"It worked fine, Hermione. Speaking of which, maybe we should go by different names as well."
"Hmmm... Well, I want to be called... hmmm... I don't know," Ron admitted.
"Maybe we should claim to be undercover in the Muggle world, and therefore have common Muggle names," Harry said.
"Yours is already common enough, as is Ron's, but we need to change them anyway," Hermione replied. "Hmmm... I think Daniel for you, Harry, and... Rupert seems to suit you, Ron."
"Rupert? Well then, you should be Emma," Ron said as if he didn't like the name he was given.
"That's fine. So, Daniel, Rupert, and Emma. Until we reach Hogwarts in our time, that should be how we refer to each other," Hermione, now Emma, replied.
"Well, now that we're all situated, what do you say we go find out what's happening down here?" Harry asked.
The other two nodded in agreement before following Harry down the corridor that they had just seen McGonagall and Dumbledore disappear down. The corridor seemed to be heading in a downward direction, sinking below the earth. Somehow the air around them was getting warmer, not colder as would be expected. As they turned another corner, the corridor ended abruptly.
"Well now what?" Ron asked.
"I don't know," Hermione replied, examining the wall closely. "Aha!" she replied, tapping a suspicious spot with her wand. The wall disintegrated under the touch and Ron and Harry took a step back in surprise.
"I think she found the way in," Ron said sheepishly.
"Come on, Daniel, Rupert," Hermione said, leading Harry and Ron into the hall. The hall was filled with witches and wizards, all dressed in Muggle clothing, most in Allied uniforms.
The trio took positions near the back and watched as Dumbledore and McGonagall stood before the congregation.
McGonagall commanded everyone's attention the way she did even in the future, tapping on a glass. Dumbledore then straightened himself, rising to his full height in front of his colleagues. "Friends, you have all been doing a wonderful job. Grindelwald's power is weakening minute by minute. As for the medi-wizards, a wonderful decrease in the number of fatalities is being reported. We must however, be constantly aware of the danger that lies in fighting such a powerful wizard. Just as Grindelwald's Muggle Nazis have been trained to find and destroy the people that he has chosen, he has his ways of discovering which of those among us are not 'pure-blood' as crude as the term may be. Remember to be aware of those around you," Harry shifted uneasily as Dumbledore's gaze seemed to pierce straight through him. "And never let down your guard," he finished.
A/N2: I figured it would be a bit less confusing if the trio were only known as their aliases while in dialogue, so I'll refer to their actions as their real names.
"McGonagall?" Ron asked incredulously, starting to stand.
Hermione and Harry both yanked him back down and Hermione's hand again clamped firmly over his mouth. "Quiet. We can't let them see us. If they have any memory of us, it could affect the future," Hermione whispered.
Harry, still staring after Dumbledore and McGonagall, was the only one of the three who saw the man's twinkling blue eyes scan the boxes, then nod, as if he understood something. He turned back once more as Minerva's hand found its way into the crook of his elbow.
"Hermione, do you think you could remember some sort of spell to change our appearances?"
"I don't know. I wish I still had a library to use," she muttered.
"Just something simple. Enough that they won't recognize us in the future," he pushed.
"Hmmm... well, it's not quite simple, but let me see what I can do..." Hermione cleared her throat and started murmuring a few words as she pointed her wand at Ron. Soon a golden cloud engulfed him.
As the cloud dissipated, they could hear a voice, unrecognizable, muttering. "Why am I always her guinea pig?" Where Ron had stood was now a boy of about 19. His flaming red hair had become a crown of golden blonde. His freckles had disappeared and his skin had tanned. Even his facial structure seemed to have changed.
"Well, did it work?" Ron asked.
"Hermione, you're brilliant," Harry grinned.
"Your turn," she replied, pointing her wand at Harry.
As the cloud disappeared again, Ron muttered, "Blimey, you look like a bloody movie star!" Harry's untidy black hair was now combed back neatly. The green of his eyes was deeper- if it were even possible- and his face looked more rugged and masculine. He filled out his uniform well, no longer the skinny boy of his childhood. His glasses had disappeared, but his scar remained.
"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry... I guess a simple spell isn't enough to cover it," Hermione said softly.
"It's ok, Hermione, it might come in handy," he replied, in a voice no longer his own.
"Your turn, Hermione," Ron said.
Hermione turned the wand on herself and stepped out of the cloud of gold. Her mousy brown bushy mass of hair had become straightened, a chocolate color with blonde and red natural highlights. Her eyes had become hazel, the gold outline seeming to engulf the green, making her eyes shine.
"Did it work? Do I look different?" Hermione asked, her voice also changed slightly.
"I'll say," Ron muttered. A quick jab of Harry's elbow to Ron's chest prevented him from saying any more.
"It worked fine, Hermione. Speaking of which, maybe we should go by different names as well."
"Hmmm... Well, I want to be called... hmmm... I don't know," Ron admitted.
"Maybe we should claim to be undercover in the Muggle world, and therefore have common Muggle names," Harry said.
"Yours is already common enough, as is Ron's, but we need to change them anyway," Hermione replied. "Hmmm... I think Daniel for you, Harry, and... Rupert seems to suit you, Ron."
"Rupert? Well then, you should be Emma," Ron said as if he didn't like the name he was given.
"That's fine. So, Daniel, Rupert, and Emma. Until we reach Hogwarts in our time, that should be how we refer to each other," Hermione, now Emma, replied.
"Well, now that we're all situated, what do you say we go find out what's happening down here?" Harry asked.
The other two nodded in agreement before following Harry down the corridor that they had just seen McGonagall and Dumbledore disappear down. The corridor seemed to be heading in a downward direction, sinking below the earth. Somehow the air around them was getting warmer, not colder as would be expected. As they turned another corner, the corridor ended abruptly.
"Well now what?" Ron asked.
"I don't know," Hermione replied, examining the wall closely. "Aha!" she replied, tapping a suspicious spot with her wand. The wall disintegrated under the touch and Ron and Harry took a step back in surprise.
"I think she found the way in," Ron said sheepishly.
"Come on, Daniel, Rupert," Hermione said, leading Harry and Ron into the hall. The hall was filled with witches and wizards, all dressed in Muggle clothing, most in Allied uniforms.
The trio took positions near the back and watched as Dumbledore and McGonagall stood before the congregation.
McGonagall commanded everyone's attention the way she did even in the future, tapping on a glass. Dumbledore then straightened himself, rising to his full height in front of his colleagues. "Friends, you have all been doing a wonderful job. Grindelwald's power is weakening minute by minute. As for the medi-wizards, a wonderful decrease in the number of fatalities is being reported. We must however, be constantly aware of the danger that lies in fighting such a powerful wizard. Just as Grindelwald's Muggle Nazis have been trained to find and destroy the people that he has chosen, he has his ways of discovering which of those among us are not 'pure-blood' as crude as the term may be. Remember to be aware of those around you," Harry shifted uneasily as Dumbledore's gaze seemed to pierce straight through him. "And never let down your guard," he finished.
A/N2: I figured it would be a bit less confusing if the trio were only known as their aliases while in dialogue, so I'll refer to their actions as their real names.