Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the books' characters! Wish
I did though, I'd never have killed Sirius!!! (*bursts into tears*)
Summary: Hermione goes back in time, back to when the Marauders were in their seventh year. And Hermione is faced with grief that she thought she had buried. Will she have the heart to find a way to go back to her own time?
[Just a fic I thought of after reading 'Order of the Phoenix']
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~Someone She Couldn't Forget
- Chapter Four: Past and Future *
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Hogsmeade weekend came surprisingly fast, and before Hermione knew it, she was being dragged along to the Three Broomsticks with James, Lily and Sirius (Remus was in the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey - full moon time, and Peter had once again disappeared - no surprises there, Hermione thought darkly).
The Marauders and Lily had long since stopped trying to hide things from Hermione, because most things she astonished them further by already knowing. Instead, they practiced curses with her, as she was remarkably excellent at Defense Against the Dark Arts.
That weekend, they found themselves a table in the chattering crowd and they decided to order Butterbeers.
"Always wanted to try a Firewhisky," Sirius said gloomily, eyeing the beady- eyed witch at the counter with misgiving. "She'll never allow us to, though."
Hermione remembered how Ron had said almost exactly the same thing during their first DA gathering . . . and she felt a pang. She missed Ron and Harry a lot, but she couldn't even bear to think of going to Dumbledore and asking him to send her back.
How was she supposed to choose between past and future? Between where her life belonged and where her heart did? Between love and friendship?
She stood up quickly, cutting James off as he offered to go and get the Butterbeers and claiming she needed to ask the witch behind the counter something. She retrieved the drinks, passing the all-seeing eyes of Dumbledore on the way, and by the time she got back, she hoped the conversation topic had changed.
As she handed the drinks out and sat down, she heard Lily, giggling, say: "When James promises you something, Sirius, you know he means it."
"We were just talking about the future," James said, making Hermione's heart sink horribly. "I was telling Sirius that if Lily and I get married and ever have kids, Sirius would definitely be our son or daughter's godfather."
Hermione blinked sharply to avoid the tears that immediately constricted her throat, for them, for Harry, for Sirius who would be called a betrayer of such friendship. She tried to smile, and said with as much cheer as she could muster: "Well, what would you guys name your son or daughter?"
Perhaps not the best question, but it was the only response she could think of.
Lily smiled. "Well, we thought of Hermione for a girl," she said, and Hermione blinked out of both surprise and shock. "And ironically enough, we thought of that before we even met you, Mione. Of course, now we're certain of it." James winked.
"And a boy?" Sirius asked.
"Harry," James said. "Always liked the name. Imagine it: Harry Potter."
Oh, Hermione could imagine it all right. She wryly wondered what they'd say if she told them that Harry Potter was the most famous name in the wizarding world, starting right from two years from now.
As they talked, James pulled out a struggling Golden Snitch and began playing with it. Lily gave him a reproving look, but said nothing and Hermione suppressed a smile as she realized that Lily Evans was actually more impressed with her boyfriend than she would ever have admitted.
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Oh, give it a rest, would ya, James?" he snatched the Snitch away and grinned at the smiling surprise that lit up his best friend's eyes. Hermione, like Harry had told her, saw that James would probably have reacted with a little irritation if it had been anyone but Sirius who had stopped him. "Wormtail could be watching you from God-knows- where."
"Actually, you'd probably have heard his whoops and cheers by now if that was true," Hermione commented.
"Hey," James grinned, "How'd you know about that? You've never seen Wormtail around me before, except for dinner, and that was nothing."
Hermione shrugged, realizing her slip. It had taken a few days before Harry had told her about the memory in the Pensieve. "Why do you still ask me the 'how' question, James?"
They laughed, and pretty soon, Lily and James were all ready to go off for a walk. They left Sirius and Hermione alone, and she immediately felt that mixture of pain as well as thrill.
"This battle you fought," he said, meeting her eyes over his bug of Butterbeer. "What was it like? Were you hurt?"
She didn't want to think about it, or talk about it to the very same man to had been killed in that battle, but she knew she couldn't avoid the question - not when it came from someone as persistent and smart as Sirius.
"I was knocked unconscious for a while, that's all," she said as casually as she could. "One of my friends nearly got strangled by a giant brain and went a little loony, one of the others hurt her ankle, another got a broken nose, one looked Voldemort in the face, and one - " she broke off, swallowing.
"One died?" he asked gently, eyes shadowing with sympathy.
"Yeah," she said rather lamely, unable to meet his eyes and not be able to scream out that it was him that she had lost.
He traced the rim of his mug almost distractedly. "Were you two very close?"
"I guess you could say that," Hermione said slowly. "It's never easy to watch anyone die, so I guess it hurts more when it's a friend."
What an understatement. More like destroyed her. But she couldn't tell him that because he'd never be able to believe her if she were to then tell him that she was in love with him.
He looked up at her and she felt mesmerized by his eyes again. He raked a hand through his hair with something that resembled frustration. She frowned slightly, wondering what was up.
"Something wrong, Sirius?"
He laughed softly. "I wouldn't say something's wrong. Well, maybe I can get your advice without James and Remus smirking beside me, although they already know. You're smart and you're a girl, right?"
"I should hope so." Hermione said rather tartly.
Sirius grinned. "Sorry," he replied contritely. "Will you help me?"
"If I can," she shrugged, smiling; yet having a rather bad feeling about this. She didn't know why, though. "What's the problem?"
"Well, there's this girl . . ."
Now she knew why. Suppressing an inward stab of pain, she asked him to go on. He shrugged, blushing ever so slightly, and said: "Well, she's really pretty, really intelligent and really sweet. James, Remus, Lily - even Peter - all like her, and think I should give it a whirl. The problem is, well, I don't know if she likes me - and my feelings are just getting too strong for me to risk losing her as a friend as well."
"Are - are you in love with her?" Hermione stammered shakily.
He groaned. "I think so. I think it's like what James feels for Lily. Protectiveness, jealousy, desire, intensity - love."
Hermione could have drowned herself right then. Here she was, risking her world for the man she loved, and he was already in love with someone. Had Sirius been yearning for that same woman, even in her own time?
She looked back at his expectant, rather rakish expression and sighed inwardly. "Well, I suppose you could wait a little while and see how her behavior towards you goes," she suggested, trying to give objective advice. "Or you could risk it anyway. After all, it's hard to believe someone as reckless as you are, Sirius, can be afraid of a girl."
They both laughed, and then headed back to the castle. Sirius went to see Remus in the hospital wing, while Hermione, who had already seen the young werewolf earlier, headed straight for her dormitory in the Gryffindor tower and was greatly gratified to find it empty.
Looking around, through her absolute frustration, Hermione noticed that her closet door was completely shut. She'd thought she had left it open when she had left in the morning, but she soon forgot this circumstance in the event of her rage.
Grabbing a hairbrush, she flung it at the wall where it crashed just as Lily walked into the room.
"Ouch," the redhead grinned. "What did the big lovable dog say this time?"
Hermione glared at her, although she wasn't really angry with Lily. Instead, she allowed her feelings about it vent: "That lovable dog asked me for advice on a girl problem!" she stormed. "He had the nerve to tell me that he's in love - in LOVE, mind you! - with some girl who's very pretty, very intelligent and very f***ing SWEET!"
Lily blinked. "You mean he told you about it?" she demanded.
"YES!"
And the red-haired girl began to laugh. Hermione stared at her with the utmost of rage and indignation while Lily simply continued to double over with uncontrollable giggles. Finally, Lily managed to regain some control of herself.
"Think it's funny, do you?" Hermione snapped.
"Oh, Mione," Lily wiped tears from her eyes, laughing again. "For someone who's smarter and more experienced than us all, you sure are blind! He - he was talking about YOU!"
These words took a moment to penetrate her mind and heart.
"He was talking about - who?" she blinked rapidly.
"You, Hermione." Lily repeated, Harry's eyes brimming with laughter and mischief that caused Hermione another pang because she hadn't seen Harry's eyes look like that in a while. "Sirius is in love with you. It's so obvious - he's so damned protective of you, he growls every time that Slytherin chap starts chatting you up, and he can't take his eyes off you."
Hermione's jaw dropped.
"You better catch that bear-like dog," Lily advised, wandering out of the room with a sisterly wink, "And tell him you feel the same way."
Hermione gulped.
She couldn't believe it. Could Sirius really be - could they really have - could she finally have what she had dreamed of - did she really have him back - could it really - ?
"Don't get your hopes up, Hermione," a quiet voice said sadly from outside the now-open door of her closet. "It can't happen, and you know it."
Hermione nearly fainted with shock at hearing that voice. She swiveled around, incredulous, and came face to face with a tall, lanky boy.
"How the HELL did you get here?" she hissed angrily.
Ron smirked. "I was called."
** TBC.
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A/n: I still can't get over the fact that Sirius was killed! D'you think he could come back, though? I mean, she never mentions a body, or even mentions Sirius in that Daily Prophet article that comes out after the fight. Maybe I'm just getting by poor hopes up . . . anyway, please review!!!!
Summary: Hermione goes back in time, back to when the Marauders were in their seventh year. And Hermione is faced with grief that she thought she had buried. Will she have the heart to find a way to go back to her own time?
[Just a fic I thought of after reading 'Order of the Phoenix']
** *
~Someone She Couldn't Forget
- Chapter Four: Past and Future *
**
Hogsmeade weekend came surprisingly fast, and before Hermione knew it, she was being dragged along to the Three Broomsticks with James, Lily and Sirius (Remus was in the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey - full moon time, and Peter had once again disappeared - no surprises there, Hermione thought darkly).
The Marauders and Lily had long since stopped trying to hide things from Hermione, because most things she astonished them further by already knowing. Instead, they practiced curses with her, as she was remarkably excellent at Defense Against the Dark Arts.
That weekend, they found themselves a table in the chattering crowd and they decided to order Butterbeers.
"Always wanted to try a Firewhisky," Sirius said gloomily, eyeing the beady- eyed witch at the counter with misgiving. "She'll never allow us to, though."
Hermione remembered how Ron had said almost exactly the same thing during their first DA gathering . . . and she felt a pang. She missed Ron and Harry a lot, but she couldn't even bear to think of going to Dumbledore and asking him to send her back.
How was she supposed to choose between past and future? Between where her life belonged and where her heart did? Between love and friendship?
She stood up quickly, cutting James off as he offered to go and get the Butterbeers and claiming she needed to ask the witch behind the counter something. She retrieved the drinks, passing the all-seeing eyes of Dumbledore on the way, and by the time she got back, she hoped the conversation topic had changed.
As she handed the drinks out and sat down, she heard Lily, giggling, say: "When James promises you something, Sirius, you know he means it."
"We were just talking about the future," James said, making Hermione's heart sink horribly. "I was telling Sirius that if Lily and I get married and ever have kids, Sirius would definitely be our son or daughter's godfather."
Hermione blinked sharply to avoid the tears that immediately constricted her throat, for them, for Harry, for Sirius who would be called a betrayer of such friendship. She tried to smile, and said with as much cheer as she could muster: "Well, what would you guys name your son or daughter?"
Perhaps not the best question, but it was the only response she could think of.
Lily smiled. "Well, we thought of Hermione for a girl," she said, and Hermione blinked out of both surprise and shock. "And ironically enough, we thought of that before we even met you, Mione. Of course, now we're certain of it." James winked.
"And a boy?" Sirius asked.
"Harry," James said. "Always liked the name. Imagine it: Harry Potter."
Oh, Hermione could imagine it all right. She wryly wondered what they'd say if she told them that Harry Potter was the most famous name in the wizarding world, starting right from two years from now.
As they talked, James pulled out a struggling Golden Snitch and began playing with it. Lily gave him a reproving look, but said nothing and Hermione suppressed a smile as she realized that Lily Evans was actually more impressed with her boyfriend than she would ever have admitted.
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Oh, give it a rest, would ya, James?" he snatched the Snitch away and grinned at the smiling surprise that lit up his best friend's eyes. Hermione, like Harry had told her, saw that James would probably have reacted with a little irritation if it had been anyone but Sirius who had stopped him. "Wormtail could be watching you from God-knows- where."
"Actually, you'd probably have heard his whoops and cheers by now if that was true," Hermione commented.
"Hey," James grinned, "How'd you know about that? You've never seen Wormtail around me before, except for dinner, and that was nothing."
Hermione shrugged, realizing her slip. It had taken a few days before Harry had told her about the memory in the Pensieve. "Why do you still ask me the 'how' question, James?"
They laughed, and pretty soon, Lily and James were all ready to go off for a walk. They left Sirius and Hermione alone, and she immediately felt that mixture of pain as well as thrill.
"This battle you fought," he said, meeting her eyes over his bug of Butterbeer. "What was it like? Were you hurt?"
She didn't want to think about it, or talk about it to the very same man to had been killed in that battle, but she knew she couldn't avoid the question - not when it came from someone as persistent and smart as Sirius.
"I was knocked unconscious for a while, that's all," she said as casually as she could. "One of my friends nearly got strangled by a giant brain and went a little loony, one of the others hurt her ankle, another got a broken nose, one looked Voldemort in the face, and one - " she broke off, swallowing.
"One died?" he asked gently, eyes shadowing with sympathy.
"Yeah," she said rather lamely, unable to meet his eyes and not be able to scream out that it was him that she had lost.
He traced the rim of his mug almost distractedly. "Were you two very close?"
"I guess you could say that," Hermione said slowly. "It's never easy to watch anyone die, so I guess it hurts more when it's a friend."
What an understatement. More like destroyed her. But she couldn't tell him that because he'd never be able to believe her if she were to then tell him that she was in love with him.
He looked up at her and she felt mesmerized by his eyes again. He raked a hand through his hair with something that resembled frustration. She frowned slightly, wondering what was up.
"Something wrong, Sirius?"
He laughed softly. "I wouldn't say something's wrong. Well, maybe I can get your advice without James and Remus smirking beside me, although they already know. You're smart and you're a girl, right?"
"I should hope so." Hermione said rather tartly.
Sirius grinned. "Sorry," he replied contritely. "Will you help me?"
"If I can," she shrugged, smiling; yet having a rather bad feeling about this. She didn't know why, though. "What's the problem?"
"Well, there's this girl . . ."
Now she knew why. Suppressing an inward stab of pain, she asked him to go on. He shrugged, blushing ever so slightly, and said: "Well, she's really pretty, really intelligent and really sweet. James, Remus, Lily - even Peter - all like her, and think I should give it a whirl. The problem is, well, I don't know if she likes me - and my feelings are just getting too strong for me to risk losing her as a friend as well."
"Are - are you in love with her?" Hermione stammered shakily.
He groaned. "I think so. I think it's like what James feels for Lily. Protectiveness, jealousy, desire, intensity - love."
Hermione could have drowned herself right then. Here she was, risking her world for the man she loved, and he was already in love with someone. Had Sirius been yearning for that same woman, even in her own time?
She looked back at his expectant, rather rakish expression and sighed inwardly. "Well, I suppose you could wait a little while and see how her behavior towards you goes," she suggested, trying to give objective advice. "Or you could risk it anyway. After all, it's hard to believe someone as reckless as you are, Sirius, can be afraid of a girl."
They both laughed, and then headed back to the castle. Sirius went to see Remus in the hospital wing, while Hermione, who had already seen the young werewolf earlier, headed straight for her dormitory in the Gryffindor tower and was greatly gratified to find it empty.
Looking around, through her absolute frustration, Hermione noticed that her closet door was completely shut. She'd thought she had left it open when she had left in the morning, but she soon forgot this circumstance in the event of her rage.
Grabbing a hairbrush, she flung it at the wall where it crashed just as Lily walked into the room.
"Ouch," the redhead grinned. "What did the big lovable dog say this time?"
Hermione glared at her, although she wasn't really angry with Lily. Instead, she allowed her feelings about it vent: "That lovable dog asked me for advice on a girl problem!" she stormed. "He had the nerve to tell me that he's in love - in LOVE, mind you! - with some girl who's very pretty, very intelligent and very f***ing SWEET!"
Lily blinked. "You mean he told you about it?" she demanded.
"YES!"
And the red-haired girl began to laugh. Hermione stared at her with the utmost of rage and indignation while Lily simply continued to double over with uncontrollable giggles. Finally, Lily managed to regain some control of herself.
"Think it's funny, do you?" Hermione snapped.
"Oh, Mione," Lily wiped tears from her eyes, laughing again. "For someone who's smarter and more experienced than us all, you sure are blind! He - he was talking about YOU!"
These words took a moment to penetrate her mind and heart.
"He was talking about - who?" she blinked rapidly.
"You, Hermione." Lily repeated, Harry's eyes brimming with laughter and mischief that caused Hermione another pang because she hadn't seen Harry's eyes look like that in a while. "Sirius is in love with you. It's so obvious - he's so damned protective of you, he growls every time that Slytherin chap starts chatting you up, and he can't take his eyes off you."
Hermione's jaw dropped.
"You better catch that bear-like dog," Lily advised, wandering out of the room with a sisterly wink, "And tell him you feel the same way."
Hermione gulped.
She couldn't believe it. Could Sirius really be - could they really have - could she finally have what she had dreamed of - did she really have him back - could it really - ?
"Don't get your hopes up, Hermione," a quiet voice said sadly from outside the now-open door of her closet. "It can't happen, and you know it."
Hermione nearly fainted with shock at hearing that voice. She swiveled around, incredulous, and came face to face with a tall, lanky boy.
"How the HELL did you get here?" she hissed angrily.
Ron smirked. "I was called."
** TBC.
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A/n: I still can't get over the fact that Sirius was killed! D'you think he could come back, though? I mean, she never mentions a body, or even mentions Sirius in that Daily Prophet article that comes out after the fight. Maybe I'm just getting by poor hopes up . . . anyway, please review!!!!
