A/N: I want to thank my very few fans for reviewing this story. I had expected a better response, though.
Disclaimer: None of these characters, Crauwel, belong to me.
FROM MY HEAD TO MY HEART
Chapter Three: From A Distance
Hermione had Snape's full attention, but she wasn't sure what to say. That time's Dumbledore had told her it would be unwise to tell anyone the truth of where she was from and why she was there. Snape was definitely no exception. She didn't really want to say anything to him, but Dumbledore had recommended him. He had told her that if anyone could find out what Garvere was, it was Snape. So, here she was standing, a mere three yards from him, staring silently. He must have regarded her as a complete moron.
"Snape," she began, saying whatever came to her, "my parents are dead."
Snape raised his eyebrows, then lowered them in confusion.
"When my dad died," Hermione fabricated, "he told me that I had to find his killer. And just before he keeled over, he said two words: 'Hogwarts', and 'Devia'. Dumbledore said you'd be able to help me figure out what Devia is."
Snape stared at her, bewildered. She was sure that he did not believe her. After all, he was Snape. The last thing he would do was believe something she had told him.
"I have never heard of something called Devia," Snape admitted, pensively. "Maybe it's a person. Have you checked school records?"
"No," Hermione groaned, feeling stupid for not having thought of that.
Snape lowered his head, glancing up at her frequently. Hermione wondered what on Earth he was doing? He seemed so nervous or something.
"Where would I find school records?" Hermione asked.
"Dumbledore's office," Snape replied timidly. "The best strategy would be to ask Dumbledore for enrollment records."
"I guess I ought to do that now," Hermione said, more to herself than to Snape.
"It's a little late for that sort of thing, isn't it?" Snape suggested.
"It was my dad's dying wish!" Hermione shouted, sounding quite convincing, if she did think so herself. "I have to find his killer. The sooner, the better."
Snape looked a little embarrassed or ashamed or something.
"I appreciate your help," Hermione told him, just to be polite.
She turned and began walking toward Dumbledore's office. She had to admit that Snape was right. It was quite late and Hermione had the time turner. She had all the time in the world. There was no need to burn midnight oil if she really had no worry of time running out. Still, she felt she needed to figure out this mystery as fast as she could.
Hermione went to Dumbledore's office. He gladly gave her the list. After thanking him, she made her way back to the portrait of the fat lady. She was relieved to see that Snape was not still hanging around there. The portrait swung open after she said the password she had heard James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus use to get in before she talked to Snape. Hermione crawled through the portrait hole and went in a secluded corner of the common room to study the list.
Hermione, eyelids falling, glanced over the scroll of student enrollments. She had already searched the "D" section to see if Devia was someone's last name but it wasn't. Now, she had to go over the entire list, name by name, to find out if Devia was someone's first name. Of course, Hermione couldn't think of anyone naming their child Devia. Devia Granger. Ohh, dreadful!
"'Mione, want to play wizards chess?" Sirius called from the other side of the common room.
"No, thank you," Hermione yelled back. "I'm working on a report."
"Maybe I can help," he retorted, making his way over to her. "What's the report on?"
"It's for Muggle Studies," Hermione explained. "There's a game they play where they must write a report on someone else and the other students guess which student you did the report on. I want to do mine on Devia, but I don't know her last name."
"Devia?" Sirius repeated. "Sounds familiar, but I can't put a face with her. What's she look like?"
Hermione decided that this approach wouldn't work as well as she would have liked. She couldn't make up a new story, so she figured she would humor him and look on the list later.
"It doesn't matter," Hermione said, smiling. "I guess I'll talk to Snape about it."
"Snape? Why on Earth would you intentionally talk to him?" Sirius asked, sitting down next to Hermione.
"Dumbledore recommended him to help me find an old friend," she couldn't believe how fast the lies were coming to her.
"Dumbledore should have recommended me," Sirius said arrogantly as he put his arm around Hermione.
Hermione had had no idea of how much of a cad Sirius was. All she had known of him in the future was that he was Harry's godfather and he spent serious time in Azkaban Wizard Prison. He was falsely accused, though, and she helped him escape.
"How could you help?" Hermione asked wryly.
"Much better then Snape could," Sirius told her, wiggling his eyebrows.
Hermione thought it might be best if, after this, she stopped herself from helping Sirius get free. She might do several girls a favor.
"About my friend," Hermione reminded.
"I'll ask around for you," Sirius offered.
"Thank you," Hermione said pleasantly, hoping that would get rid of him. She shouldn't have presumed to be so lucky.
"What's your friend's name?" Sirius asked.
'Here we go again,' Hermione thought, sighing in frustration.
"Devia," She mumbled.
"Another Devia?" Sirius said, cocking his eyebrow and looking at her as if she was crazy or something.
'Great, 'Mione!' she scolded herself. 'Try to get yourself out of this one.'
"Yes," Hermione replied. "See, hearing Devia's name in class reminded me of a friend I once had who had that same name. I am pretty sure she goes to this school, too."
"How d'you know they aren't the same Devia?" Sirius asked.
Hermione mentally chewed herself out again. This really wasn't working. No matter what she tried, she just seemed to get herself in deeper. 'Drop it and move on,' she advised herself.
"He probably is the same person," Hermione yielded. "I guess I'll talk to her tomorrow."
"You can stop looking at this, then," Sirius grinned, pulling the student enrollment scroll from her hands and setting it behind him.
"Hey, Sirius, I still need-" Hermione began urgently, but before she could finish, Sirius put his fingers over her lips.
"Your eyes are pools of sapphire," Sirius mused. "In the midnight sky, I can see your face smiling down at me. Like a gardian angel watching to make sure I'm all right. You will soon leave and I'll have nothing to remember you by. It sorrows me to think I will never be able to show you how much I care."
Sirius put his arms around her and puckered up.
"Sirius!" Hermione exclaimed, using all her strength to keep him from kissing her. "You don't even know me, you don't know when I'll leave and my eyes are brown not blue."
"Minor details," Sirius whispered, pulling her as close as he could with her arms pressing against his chest.
"Sirius!" Hermione screamed. "Let me go."
"Alright, alright," Sirius grumbled, letting go of her. "You don't have to make such a fuss."
Hermione grabbed the enrollment list and her books and hurried to her dormitory.
"That horrible jerk!" Hermione shouted as she threw her things on to her bed. "I can't believe he is so...so...ohh, he's such a jerk!"
Hermione looked over the list for as long as she could before the other girls in her room told her to turn the light out. She had not found anyone named Devia and she was late into the "R"s. It was hopeless. It wasn't a person.
"Snape's stupid idea," she mumbled to herself as she lay in her bed and thought way into the night.
*************
Hermione went down to breakfast by herself. She had no intention of waiting for the marauders. She planned on avoiding Sirius like the plague. He was insufferable and she did not want to spend her entire time in the past fighting him off.
Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor table and looked around the room. Very few people dotted the four tables in the Great Hall. She did spot Snape at the end of the Slytherin table. He was sitting all by himself as he had at Dinner the night before. Hermione found this surprising. She always thought of Snape as the Malfoy type. She imagined him with two big goons protecting his useless butt. Seeing him sitting by himself brought of feelings of pity and sympathy. For Snape? She must have been out of her mind.
As Hermione picked at her omelet, she saw people walking toward her in the corner of her eye. She looked up and quickly gasped at the sight of the marauders. She tried to pretend she hadn't seen them, but they sat beside her. It was then she realized that Sirius wasn't among them.
"We're sorry about Sirius' behavior," Remus apologized.
"He can be a real idiot sometimes," James added.
"We aren't all that way," Peter squeaked. "Please don't avoid us because of what he did."
All Hermione could do was glare at Peter Pettigrew. He utterly disgusted her and it wasn't just his short stumpyness and his rat-like features. She knew that he was the most wretched creature on the earth next to Lord Voldemort. It was his fault that Harry was an orphan. He betrayed Harry's parents. He had probably always worked for Lord Voldemort. That got Hermione thinking. Peter absolutely had to be the one who prepares the way for Voldemort.
"Are you alright?" James asked Hermione.
"Fine," she grumbled, still looking at Peter.
Dumbledore passed behind the guys and was headed up to the teacher's table.
"Would you excuse me?" Hermione said quickly, getting up and running after Dumbledore.
"Good morning, Miss Granger," Dumbledore greeted her as she caught up to him.
"It's Peter Pettigrew," Hermione whispered.
"What about him?" Dumbledore asked.
"The one who is helping You-Know-Who," Hermione explained. "It's Peter Pettigrew. I know it!"
"How are you so sure, Miss Granger?" Dumbledore queried.
"Because he betrays James Potter to You-Know-Who and gets James killed," Hermione mused. "But James' son is what causes You-Know-Who's ruin. If we capture Peter then You-Know-Who will continue to get stronger. It might completely change the future. I can't capture Peter."
"You may not, but you can stop him," Dumbledore suggested.
"I shouldn't have told you all that, should I?" Hermione groaned.
"I don't think you should have," Dumbledore said to her. "You can't take it back now. But, my dear, I believe that the time line is best left alone. I cannot stop it."
"Aren't I changing the time line?" Hermione asked, worried.
"Yes," Dumbledore began, "but I trust myself. If I thought it was that important for you to be here in the future, then I still think that though it's the past."
"This is too hard for me," Hermione whined. "I can't do it. If it is Peter, then how will I stop him without changing anything else in the time line? And I'll never be able to find out what Devia is. I'm so lost. Where do I turn?"
"Forty-five degrees north," Dumbledore suggested.
"What?"
Dumbledore put his hands on Hermione's shoulders and turned her toward Slytherin table, or more exactly, toward Snape.
Hermione groaned, "Why do you want me to talk to him so badly? I don't like Snape."
"Miss Granger," Dumbledore began, "in this world you must learn to trust people that you normally wouldn't. I believe Snape can help you find answers to many of your questions."
"If you say so," Hermione whined.
A/N: So I made Sirius out to be a jerk. I hope no one hates me for that. If you liked it, please review. I will not update until I get a review on this chapter.
Disclaimer: None of these characters, Crauwel, belong to me.
FROM MY HEAD TO MY HEART
Chapter Three: From A Distance
Hermione had Snape's full attention, but she wasn't sure what to say. That time's Dumbledore had told her it would be unwise to tell anyone the truth of where she was from and why she was there. Snape was definitely no exception. She didn't really want to say anything to him, but Dumbledore had recommended him. He had told her that if anyone could find out what Garvere was, it was Snape. So, here she was standing, a mere three yards from him, staring silently. He must have regarded her as a complete moron.
"Snape," she began, saying whatever came to her, "my parents are dead."
Snape raised his eyebrows, then lowered them in confusion.
"When my dad died," Hermione fabricated, "he told me that I had to find his killer. And just before he keeled over, he said two words: 'Hogwarts', and 'Devia'. Dumbledore said you'd be able to help me figure out what Devia is."
Snape stared at her, bewildered. She was sure that he did not believe her. After all, he was Snape. The last thing he would do was believe something she had told him.
"I have never heard of something called Devia," Snape admitted, pensively. "Maybe it's a person. Have you checked school records?"
"No," Hermione groaned, feeling stupid for not having thought of that.
Snape lowered his head, glancing up at her frequently. Hermione wondered what on Earth he was doing? He seemed so nervous or something.
"Where would I find school records?" Hermione asked.
"Dumbledore's office," Snape replied timidly. "The best strategy would be to ask Dumbledore for enrollment records."
"I guess I ought to do that now," Hermione said, more to herself than to Snape.
"It's a little late for that sort of thing, isn't it?" Snape suggested.
"It was my dad's dying wish!" Hermione shouted, sounding quite convincing, if she did think so herself. "I have to find his killer. The sooner, the better."
Snape looked a little embarrassed or ashamed or something.
"I appreciate your help," Hermione told him, just to be polite.
She turned and began walking toward Dumbledore's office. She had to admit that Snape was right. It was quite late and Hermione had the time turner. She had all the time in the world. There was no need to burn midnight oil if she really had no worry of time running out. Still, she felt she needed to figure out this mystery as fast as she could.
Hermione went to Dumbledore's office. He gladly gave her the list. After thanking him, she made her way back to the portrait of the fat lady. She was relieved to see that Snape was not still hanging around there. The portrait swung open after she said the password she had heard James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus use to get in before she talked to Snape. Hermione crawled through the portrait hole and went in a secluded corner of the common room to study the list.
Hermione, eyelids falling, glanced over the scroll of student enrollments. She had already searched the "D" section to see if Devia was someone's last name but it wasn't. Now, she had to go over the entire list, name by name, to find out if Devia was someone's first name. Of course, Hermione couldn't think of anyone naming their child Devia. Devia Granger. Ohh, dreadful!
"'Mione, want to play wizards chess?" Sirius called from the other side of the common room.
"No, thank you," Hermione yelled back. "I'm working on a report."
"Maybe I can help," he retorted, making his way over to her. "What's the report on?"
"It's for Muggle Studies," Hermione explained. "There's a game they play where they must write a report on someone else and the other students guess which student you did the report on. I want to do mine on Devia, but I don't know her last name."
"Devia?" Sirius repeated. "Sounds familiar, but I can't put a face with her. What's she look like?"
Hermione decided that this approach wouldn't work as well as she would have liked. She couldn't make up a new story, so she figured she would humor him and look on the list later.
"It doesn't matter," Hermione said, smiling. "I guess I'll talk to Snape about it."
"Snape? Why on Earth would you intentionally talk to him?" Sirius asked, sitting down next to Hermione.
"Dumbledore recommended him to help me find an old friend," she couldn't believe how fast the lies were coming to her.
"Dumbledore should have recommended me," Sirius said arrogantly as he put his arm around Hermione.
Hermione had had no idea of how much of a cad Sirius was. All she had known of him in the future was that he was Harry's godfather and he spent serious time in Azkaban Wizard Prison. He was falsely accused, though, and she helped him escape.
"How could you help?" Hermione asked wryly.
"Much better then Snape could," Sirius told her, wiggling his eyebrows.
Hermione thought it might be best if, after this, she stopped herself from helping Sirius get free. She might do several girls a favor.
"About my friend," Hermione reminded.
"I'll ask around for you," Sirius offered.
"Thank you," Hermione said pleasantly, hoping that would get rid of him. She shouldn't have presumed to be so lucky.
"What's your friend's name?" Sirius asked.
'Here we go again,' Hermione thought, sighing in frustration.
"Devia," She mumbled.
"Another Devia?" Sirius said, cocking his eyebrow and looking at her as if she was crazy or something.
'Great, 'Mione!' she scolded herself. 'Try to get yourself out of this one.'
"Yes," Hermione replied. "See, hearing Devia's name in class reminded me of a friend I once had who had that same name. I am pretty sure she goes to this school, too."
"How d'you know they aren't the same Devia?" Sirius asked.
Hermione mentally chewed herself out again. This really wasn't working. No matter what she tried, she just seemed to get herself in deeper. 'Drop it and move on,' she advised herself.
"He probably is the same person," Hermione yielded. "I guess I'll talk to her tomorrow."
"You can stop looking at this, then," Sirius grinned, pulling the student enrollment scroll from her hands and setting it behind him.
"Hey, Sirius, I still need-" Hermione began urgently, but before she could finish, Sirius put his fingers over her lips.
"Your eyes are pools of sapphire," Sirius mused. "In the midnight sky, I can see your face smiling down at me. Like a gardian angel watching to make sure I'm all right. You will soon leave and I'll have nothing to remember you by. It sorrows me to think I will never be able to show you how much I care."
Sirius put his arms around her and puckered up.
"Sirius!" Hermione exclaimed, using all her strength to keep him from kissing her. "You don't even know me, you don't know when I'll leave and my eyes are brown not blue."
"Minor details," Sirius whispered, pulling her as close as he could with her arms pressing against his chest.
"Sirius!" Hermione screamed. "Let me go."
"Alright, alright," Sirius grumbled, letting go of her. "You don't have to make such a fuss."
Hermione grabbed the enrollment list and her books and hurried to her dormitory.
"That horrible jerk!" Hermione shouted as she threw her things on to her bed. "I can't believe he is so...so...ohh, he's such a jerk!"
Hermione looked over the list for as long as she could before the other girls in her room told her to turn the light out. She had not found anyone named Devia and she was late into the "R"s. It was hopeless. It wasn't a person.
"Snape's stupid idea," she mumbled to herself as she lay in her bed and thought way into the night.
*************
Hermione went down to breakfast by herself. She had no intention of waiting for the marauders. She planned on avoiding Sirius like the plague. He was insufferable and she did not want to spend her entire time in the past fighting him off.
Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor table and looked around the room. Very few people dotted the four tables in the Great Hall. She did spot Snape at the end of the Slytherin table. He was sitting all by himself as he had at Dinner the night before. Hermione found this surprising. She always thought of Snape as the Malfoy type. She imagined him with two big goons protecting his useless butt. Seeing him sitting by himself brought of feelings of pity and sympathy. For Snape? She must have been out of her mind.
As Hermione picked at her omelet, she saw people walking toward her in the corner of her eye. She looked up and quickly gasped at the sight of the marauders. She tried to pretend she hadn't seen them, but they sat beside her. It was then she realized that Sirius wasn't among them.
"We're sorry about Sirius' behavior," Remus apologized.
"He can be a real idiot sometimes," James added.
"We aren't all that way," Peter squeaked. "Please don't avoid us because of what he did."
All Hermione could do was glare at Peter Pettigrew. He utterly disgusted her and it wasn't just his short stumpyness and his rat-like features. She knew that he was the most wretched creature on the earth next to Lord Voldemort. It was his fault that Harry was an orphan. He betrayed Harry's parents. He had probably always worked for Lord Voldemort. That got Hermione thinking. Peter absolutely had to be the one who prepares the way for Voldemort.
"Are you alright?" James asked Hermione.
"Fine," she grumbled, still looking at Peter.
Dumbledore passed behind the guys and was headed up to the teacher's table.
"Would you excuse me?" Hermione said quickly, getting up and running after Dumbledore.
"Good morning, Miss Granger," Dumbledore greeted her as she caught up to him.
"It's Peter Pettigrew," Hermione whispered.
"What about him?" Dumbledore asked.
"The one who is helping You-Know-Who," Hermione explained. "It's Peter Pettigrew. I know it!"
"How are you so sure, Miss Granger?" Dumbledore queried.
"Because he betrays James Potter to You-Know-Who and gets James killed," Hermione mused. "But James' son is what causes You-Know-Who's ruin. If we capture Peter then You-Know-Who will continue to get stronger. It might completely change the future. I can't capture Peter."
"You may not, but you can stop him," Dumbledore suggested.
"I shouldn't have told you all that, should I?" Hermione groaned.
"I don't think you should have," Dumbledore said to her. "You can't take it back now. But, my dear, I believe that the time line is best left alone. I cannot stop it."
"Aren't I changing the time line?" Hermione asked, worried.
"Yes," Dumbledore began, "but I trust myself. If I thought it was that important for you to be here in the future, then I still think that though it's the past."
"This is too hard for me," Hermione whined. "I can't do it. If it is Peter, then how will I stop him without changing anything else in the time line? And I'll never be able to find out what Devia is. I'm so lost. Where do I turn?"
"Forty-five degrees north," Dumbledore suggested.
"What?"
Dumbledore put his hands on Hermione's shoulders and turned her toward Slytherin table, or more exactly, toward Snape.
Hermione groaned, "Why do you want me to talk to him so badly? I don't like Snape."
"Miss Granger," Dumbledore began, "in this world you must learn to trust people that you normally wouldn't. I believe Snape can help you find answers to many of your questions."
"If you say so," Hermione whined.
A/N: So I made Sirius out to be a jerk. I hope no one hates me for that. If you liked it, please review. I will not update until I get a review on this chapter.