A/N: I think she's still sore from her beating... lol. The potion is
almost done! W00t! Go marauders!!!! *^.^* heehee... now I'm still trying to
figure out how they're going to get Our Heroine to drink it... probably end
up forcing it down her throat... five virtual cookies says that I'll
probably end up doing that! :D pathetic. Yup. mm-kay, now, where were we?
Oh yes. (P.S. I originally had the dream cut, out, then I deleted the
document I had uploaded, added a few words here and there, added the dream,
and I hope you're happy. *scowls*) and there are SO MANY reviewers, and
it's night time, and I'm feeling guilty about not updating for so long, so
I can't respond individually at the moment... gomen nasai.
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It was, miraculously, a whole nother week before Hermione broke down and went to Pomfrey for help. She'd rather /not/ think about doing you-know- what with you-know-who.
"See, this boy tricked me into taking a potion... he was really sweet about it, you know? Except he did it wrong, so now I'm having the same dream over and over again and I'm losing sleep and..." and so forth. It didn't take long for Madame Pomfrey to get the point.
"Once more, I'm afraid there's not much I can do," she sighed. "How are you doing with your whiplashes?"
"Still a little sore, but I can sit," Hermione answered, smiling a bit.
"Good." Pomfrey trilled. "Once they're all healed over I'll see if I can try to rid you of the scars."
"Okay. Can't you at least somehow keep me from remembering the dreams, at least? They're a bit disturbing."
"Ah," Pomfrey sighed again, cast a dark look at the door, then led Hermione into her office. "Here, take this. I reckon it won't do much, but once you have the dream, it'll get your subconscious to try and wake you up."
"So," Hermione started hesitantly. "So, I'll only be in the dream for a little bit of the beginning of it?"
"Maybe," Pomfrey paused, reflecting. "You may only see certain flashes of the dream. Just bits and pieces, so you'll feel better I'm hoping?"
"Oh, yes. Thank you." Hermione said, smiling. She took her other potions, and trusted herself to sleep that night.
And she did. Not that she hadn't slept before, she just got more sleep this time; the downfall was that the bits and pieces of the dream she was having were the parts she was wanting to avoid most.
What wonderful luck.
But still, Hermione was grateful, and caught up in a few things. Within a few more weeks, she'd gotten back to her usual schedule and was once more pondering over ways to get back.
She was doing just that in the library when it closed and she was kicked out.
Sighing, Hermione began the trek to the common room. Lily was waiting for her.
Looking quite tired, but all the same, waiting for her.
"That does it, Granger," Lily almost snarled, shoving Hermione into a chair. "I want answers /now/. Why have you been avoiding Carrie and me?"
"Carrie hates me," Hermione said bluntly. "I thought you did too."
What a pathetic lie. Lily accepted it, though.
"Oh. Well, Carrie and I don't hate you. Carrie's just a bit moody, you know, with her brother and all, and I've been there for her. You should have, too, being her friend."
Hermione resisted the urge to point out that she wasn't either of their friends.
"Well, anyway, guess we ought to go to bed now. I'm tired. You know? I've never lost my temper like that with a girlfriend, you know?" Lily ran a hand through her hair, and Hermione wondered if it had been Lily and James in her dream.
"So... G'night," Hermione said after a long moment.
"After you," Lily offered. Hermione sighed.
"I, erm, have to go to the bathroom first."
"You can use the one up in my dorm if you like," Lily offered.
"No, that's okay," Hermione said. "You go, I'll be up in a sec..."
Lily shrugged, then went up the stairs.
Sighing, Hermione settled herself down for the night...
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And yet another marauder-free week passed, except this one had two visits from Lily. The first was Lily asking if Hermione knew any good hexes that were embarrassing, and the second was another confrontation in the common room at night.
"I can't believe this. And you never told anybody? You know, Hermy, if you'd have just /said/ something, you know...?"
"I'm fine, Lily, please go to bed now," Hermione begged.
Lily placed her hands on her hips. "Oh come off it," she said defiantly, "I didn't know that trade students didn't get their own rooms... c'mon, you can sleep in my dorm..."
"I've been making due for the past - how long has it been? Lily, I'm fine."
"No! you know, Granger!"
"Won't your dorm mates despise my presence?"
"Of course not! You can share my bed with me. Come on!"
"If I come will you leave me alone?"
Lily rolled her eyes and took Hermione's hand, leading her up the staircase.
"C'mon, Herms. It's bedtime, and we've got classes tomorrow."
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Two months. Hermione had been over twenty years in the past for /two months/. Surely, by now, Harry and them would have found a way to bring her back?
What was Harry thinking? Did he miss her? Worry about her?
Or did he even care? Or was he with some red head girl?
This weekend is going to be an empty one... there was some sort of festival thing going on in Hogsmeade, and students were all allowed to go. That meant Monday was off, and of course, the weekend was as usual empty right after breakfast, currently.
Hermione planned on spending this time in the library, finding any way possible to contact Harry.
"I'll meet up with you later," she promised Lily and (a very annoyed) Carrie. When everything was quiet, she was off to the library, and back in the empty common room with an armful of books. Settling herself so that the sunlight streaming in through the window dappled the book pages, Hermione attempted to find a way, any way, to contact Harry...
About an hour later, she returned to the library, frustrated.
And it was then, right /then/ that The Idea occurred to her. Dumbledore would be trying to find ways to send her back safely, without risk... but hadn't coming back in time been a risk in life itself?
If there was a risk that her life might come to a tragic stop while going forward in time, would he tell her. Or try to find a safer way? If so, /was/ there a safer way?
Hermione's eyes locked distantly on the restricted section.
Something painful, illegal, life-threatening like that wouldn't be in regular textbooks...
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The marauders (all four of them, slightly tired from the night before) settled themselves behind the mirror in the bathroom.
James, Peter, and Remus were ecstatic that the potion was finished and that they wouldn't have to slave over nothing for a month.
Sirius couldn't wait to put it to use.
"But /how/ is the question," Remus sighed, examining the small vial in his hand. "We can't /force/ it on her, she'd murder the whole lot of us afterwards..."
"Sure we can force it on her!" James said impatiently. "Look, the common room is empty. We drag her in there, force her to swallow it, make her answer whatever questions Padfoot has, then go to Hogsmeade. It's that simple."
"No," Sirius with a slight frown. "I want her to know what we've done,"
"She'll know very well once it wears off," Peter pointed out. "I think. How long does this last, Remus?"
"I'd say half an hour at the most, maybe only twenty minutes. What you want to ask won't take nearly as long as twenty minutes, will it, Sirius."
"I dunno," Sirius shrugged. "C'mon, I want to know where this girl's from!"
"Then let's find out and go," James sighed exasperatedly. "I'll bet you /anything/ that she's in the library. Remus and Peter lure her into the common room, James holds her down, Sirius gives her the potion, asks his questions, and then the four of us split."
"No, it's not that easy," Remus cried. "There's still a chance we may have done something wrong, we should stay with her in case she's been poisoned!"
"Come off it!" Sirius jumped to his feet. "We've been waiting for little over a week now, we won't get a better chance than this. Let's go! Now! James' plan!" with that said, he had the vial of clear liquid clasped tightly in his right hand and was halfway to the common room before the other three managed to catch up and stop him.
"That plan is too reckless," Remus snapped, drawing Sirius attention to the sub subject at hand. "Here, I have an idea; we'll put the potion in some pumpkin juice or whatever, and give that to her. Not in the common room, it'd be too risky in case some one overheard, and I don't want to get expelled for the illegal use of Ver-"
"Okay, okay, I get your point," Sirius sighed. "So, where are we going to do this?"
"Outside," James said at once. "On the grounds. Under that one tree. Or in it, if we can manage; it'll be hard to eavesdrop and stuff, and it'll just work."
"How are we going to get her to drink it, though?" Peter asked.
"I vote we abandon the pumpkin juice thing and force it on her." James said.
"Yeah, Granger will thank us. She knows her life will be so much more easier if the marauders were her friends." Sirius put in.
Remus threw his arms in the air. "Okay! Settled! Sirius, you get her outside. Peter and James'll hold her down, and I'll get her to drink it, as I'm the only one out of you three that can do just that without choking her to death."
"Done." Sirius handed the vial over to Remus. "You three get going, and I'll be down there in just a sec with Hermione."
"Alright." James rolled his eyes. "Glad we're finally getting this over with. It's very unlike Sirius Black to obsess over a girl for two months and not date her."
"I hear that," Sirius said, smacking his friend's arm. "Okay, off we trot!" that said, he began jogging towards the library while the other three began stalking down to the empty grounds.
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AND I'M REALLY SORRY ABOUT THE FORMATTING INCIDENT!!! GOMEN NASAI GOMEN NASAI GOMEN NASAI!!!!!
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It was, miraculously, a whole nother week before Hermione broke down and went to Pomfrey for help. She'd rather /not/ think about doing you-know- what with you-know-who.
"See, this boy tricked me into taking a potion... he was really sweet about it, you know? Except he did it wrong, so now I'm having the same dream over and over again and I'm losing sleep and..." and so forth. It didn't take long for Madame Pomfrey to get the point.
"Once more, I'm afraid there's not much I can do," she sighed. "How are you doing with your whiplashes?"
"Still a little sore, but I can sit," Hermione answered, smiling a bit.
"Good." Pomfrey trilled. "Once they're all healed over I'll see if I can try to rid you of the scars."
"Okay. Can't you at least somehow keep me from remembering the dreams, at least? They're a bit disturbing."
"Ah," Pomfrey sighed again, cast a dark look at the door, then led Hermione into her office. "Here, take this. I reckon it won't do much, but once you have the dream, it'll get your subconscious to try and wake you up."
"So," Hermione started hesitantly. "So, I'll only be in the dream for a little bit of the beginning of it?"
"Maybe," Pomfrey paused, reflecting. "You may only see certain flashes of the dream. Just bits and pieces, so you'll feel better I'm hoping?"
"Oh, yes. Thank you." Hermione said, smiling. She took her other potions, and trusted herself to sleep that night.
And she did. Not that she hadn't slept before, she just got more sleep this time; the downfall was that the bits and pieces of the dream she was having were the parts she was wanting to avoid most.
What wonderful luck.
But still, Hermione was grateful, and caught up in a few things. Within a few more weeks, she'd gotten back to her usual schedule and was once more pondering over ways to get back.
She was doing just that in the library when it closed and she was kicked out.
Sighing, Hermione began the trek to the common room. Lily was waiting for her.
Looking quite tired, but all the same, waiting for her.
"That does it, Granger," Lily almost snarled, shoving Hermione into a chair. "I want answers /now/. Why have you been avoiding Carrie and me?"
"Carrie hates me," Hermione said bluntly. "I thought you did too."
What a pathetic lie. Lily accepted it, though.
"Oh. Well, Carrie and I don't hate you. Carrie's just a bit moody, you know, with her brother and all, and I've been there for her. You should have, too, being her friend."
Hermione resisted the urge to point out that she wasn't either of their friends.
"Well, anyway, guess we ought to go to bed now. I'm tired. You know? I've never lost my temper like that with a girlfriend, you know?" Lily ran a hand through her hair, and Hermione wondered if it had been Lily and James in her dream.
"So... G'night," Hermione said after a long moment.
"After you," Lily offered. Hermione sighed.
"I, erm, have to go to the bathroom first."
"You can use the one up in my dorm if you like," Lily offered.
"No, that's okay," Hermione said. "You go, I'll be up in a sec..."
Lily shrugged, then went up the stairs.
Sighing, Hermione settled herself down for the night...
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And yet another marauder-free week passed, except this one had two visits from Lily. The first was Lily asking if Hermione knew any good hexes that were embarrassing, and the second was another confrontation in the common room at night.
"I can't believe this. And you never told anybody? You know, Hermy, if you'd have just /said/ something, you know...?"
"I'm fine, Lily, please go to bed now," Hermione begged.
Lily placed her hands on her hips. "Oh come off it," she said defiantly, "I didn't know that trade students didn't get their own rooms... c'mon, you can sleep in my dorm..."
"I've been making due for the past - how long has it been? Lily, I'm fine."
"No! you know, Granger!"
"Won't your dorm mates despise my presence?"
"Of course not! You can share my bed with me. Come on!"
"If I come will you leave me alone?"
Lily rolled her eyes and took Hermione's hand, leading her up the staircase.
"C'mon, Herms. It's bedtime, and we've got classes tomorrow."
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Two months. Hermione had been over twenty years in the past for /two months/. Surely, by now, Harry and them would have found a way to bring her back?
What was Harry thinking? Did he miss her? Worry about her?
Or did he even care? Or was he with some red head girl?
This weekend is going to be an empty one... there was some sort of festival thing going on in Hogsmeade, and students were all allowed to go. That meant Monday was off, and of course, the weekend was as usual empty right after breakfast, currently.
Hermione planned on spending this time in the library, finding any way possible to contact Harry.
"I'll meet up with you later," she promised Lily and (a very annoyed) Carrie. When everything was quiet, she was off to the library, and back in the empty common room with an armful of books. Settling herself so that the sunlight streaming in through the window dappled the book pages, Hermione attempted to find a way, any way, to contact Harry...
About an hour later, she returned to the library, frustrated.
And it was then, right /then/ that The Idea occurred to her. Dumbledore would be trying to find ways to send her back safely, without risk... but hadn't coming back in time been a risk in life itself?
If there was a risk that her life might come to a tragic stop while going forward in time, would he tell her. Or try to find a safer way? If so, /was/ there a safer way?
Hermione's eyes locked distantly on the restricted section.
Something painful, illegal, life-threatening like that wouldn't be in regular textbooks...
~
The marauders (all four of them, slightly tired from the night before) settled themselves behind the mirror in the bathroom.
James, Peter, and Remus were ecstatic that the potion was finished and that they wouldn't have to slave over nothing for a month.
Sirius couldn't wait to put it to use.
"But /how/ is the question," Remus sighed, examining the small vial in his hand. "We can't /force/ it on her, she'd murder the whole lot of us afterwards..."
"Sure we can force it on her!" James said impatiently. "Look, the common room is empty. We drag her in there, force her to swallow it, make her answer whatever questions Padfoot has, then go to Hogsmeade. It's that simple."
"No," Sirius with a slight frown. "I want her to know what we've done,"
"She'll know very well once it wears off," Peter pointed out. "I think. How long does this last, Remus?"
"I'd say half an hour at the most, maybe only twenty minutes. What you want to ask won't take nearly as long as twenty minutes, will it, Sirius."
"I dunno," Sirius shrugged. "C'mon, I want to know where this girl's from!"
"Then let's find out and go," James sighed exasperatedly. "I'll bet you /anything/ that she's in the library. Remus and Peter lure her into the common room, James holds her down, Sirius gives her the potion, asks his questions, and then the four of us split."
"No, it's not that easy," Remus cried. "There's still a chance we may have done something wrong, we should stay with her in case she's been poisoned!"
"Come off it!" Sirius jumped to his feet. "We've been waiting for little over a week now, we won't get a better chance than this. Let's go! Now! James' plan!" with that said, he had the vial of clear liquid clasped tightly in his right hand and was halfway to the common room before the other three managed to catch up and stop him.
"That plan is too reckless," Remus snapped, drawing Sirius attention to the sub subject at hand. "Here, I have an idea; we'll put the potion in some pumpkin juice or whatever, and give that to her. Not in the common room, it'd be too risky in case some one overheard, and I don't want to get expelled for the illegal use of Ver-"
"Okay, okay, I get your point," Sirius sighed. "So, where are we going to do this?"
"Outside," James said at once. "On the grounds. Under that one tree. Or in it, if we can manage; it'll be hard to eavesdrop and stuff, and it'll just work."
"How are we going to get her to drink it, though?" Peter asked.
"I vote we abandon the pumpkin juice thing and force it on her." James said.
"Yeah, Granger will thank us. She knows her life will be so much more easier if the marauders were her friends." Sirius put in.
Remus threw his arms in the air. "Okay! Settled! Sirius, you get her outside. Peter and James'll hold her down, and I'll get her to drink it, as I'm the only one out of you three that can do just that without choking her to death."
"Done." Sirius handed the vial over to Remus. "You three get going, and I'll be down there in just a sec with Hermione."
"Alright." James rolled his eyes. "Glad we're finally getting this over with. It's very unlike Sirius Black to obsess over a girl for two months and not date her."
"I hear that," Sirius said, smacking his friend's arm. "Okay, off we trot!" that said, he began jogging towards the library while the other three began stalking down to the empty grounds.