A/N: OMG, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW SORRY I AM THAT THERE HAVEN'T BEEN DAILY
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DisClAImEr: the author ((ILS)) owns only things that are non-canon. Thus, she owns nothing. *^.^* ya think?
RIGHT! So, what chapter is this? Twenty-two? Twenty-one? Somewhere around there? Whatever. I'll stop wasting time and type the chappy already, I promiiiiiiiiise. *stops wasting time and types the chapter*
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For those who want to know what Hermione's answers were. FLASHBACK!! FWEE!! Takes place at the same time as last chapter!! Hurrah!! Therefore this is just a waste of your time, and I can't believe that you actually want to read this. *stares*
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"What's taking so long?" Peter whined, trying to scramble up the tree for the seventh time. Remus and James where already concealed in the lower branches, so Peter was justified a girlish squeak when Remus's voice sounded directly above him and behind.
"If she doesn't want to come then it'll take Sirius a while to convince her. Just hide behind the trunk and grab her legs," Remus added when Peter attempted to climb the trunk again.
"Yeah. So, how're we gonna do this again?" James's head appeared above Remus's, leaning out far enough to make the branch he was holding on to bend downward.
"You stay near the trunk," Remus began, "and hold her arms behind her back. Peter'll keep her feet still, and if the two of you can't keep a fifteen year old girl down long enough to be force-fed poison, I'm certain that Sirius will be all-too obliging to help."
"And, erm, how are you going to "force-feed" her "poison"?" James asked, voice muffled slightly as he crawled back in place.
"Pressure points in the neck," Remus replied absentmindedly. "Look! There they are!"
"Ready, Wormtail?" James asked.
Sirius had Our Heroine by the wrist and was leading her, somewhat serenely, towards the tree. Abruptly, Hermione jerked her wrist out of Sirius's grasp, and stepped back, apparently telling him off about something.
"Oh, geeze, hurry up," James moaned when the two stopped and talked. "Oh, okay, that's better..."
Sirius had just grabbed Hermione and flung her over his shoulder, jogging towards the hiding trio.
"Get ready," Remus breathed, watching as Sirius and a struggling Hermione came closer.
Sirius dropped her at the trunk, and she bounced backward slightly, beginning to push herself up.
Peter leapt around the tree before she had recovered, though, and wrapped himself like a blanket around her knees, cursing as she slammed a knee reflexively into his chin. James saw the opening and dropped down from the tree, grinning, and grasped her wrists, twisting them behind her back, as Remus dropped smoothly beside an impressed-looking Sirius and planted himself firmly on her waist.
"Hold still, this'll go by faster," Remus said. "No! you PERVERTS! What do you think you're DOING?" Hermione cried, and must've smacked James with an elbow, because he said: "Hurry up, this thing is stronger than she looks!" Remus finally caught her chin, and uncorked the vial with his teeth, managing to get her to swallow the contents. Once that was done, he practically ran off back beside Sirius. James and Peter followed suit.
"That was easier than I expected," Sirius murmured. Remus gave him a dirty look.
She jerked to her feet, glancing wildly around before sinking slowly to her knees, and falling back against the tree trunk with a somewhat-goofy grin. Her normally sharp brown eyes widened, becoming almost colorless.
"There ya go, mate," James panted, sinking to a sitting position.
"Try asking her name first." Remus ordered anxiously.
Sirius crouched down in front of Hermione.
"What's your name?" he asked loudly and clearly.
"Hermione Granger." Came the reply, somewhat thickly as her lips were left a little slack. She gazed blankly at nothing.
"Guess that's her real name," Sirius said, looking back at James, Remus, and a still panting Peter.
"Well, ask away."
"I don't know what to ask now," Sirius murmured. He considered a moment, and then turned back to Hermione.
"Are you really a trade student?"
"No."
"That's a surprise," James snorted.
"Where are you from?" Sirius went on, ignoring his best friend.
She named some Muggle place.
"Where's that?" Peter asked, but Hermione didn't answer him.
"What year were you born?"
"1980."
"What?" Remus and James chorused.
"That's weird," Sirius noted, looking back at Remus and raising his eyebrows. "What, did we make a mistake?"
"No." Remus said stiffly, looking somewhat insulted.
"How old are you?" Sirius asked, looking back at the prone girl on the ground before him.
"Fifteen."
"How?" Sirius asked, aiming the question at the three behind him. Hermione answered, however.
"I'm from the future."
All four boys were quite startled at this announcement. Hermione's face, which was completely relaxed, broke back into that small goofy smile. She continued to stare at nothing with blank eyes.
"That's not possible," James said firmly.
"Why not?" Peter asked softly, also staring into space, although this look was normal for him.
"Didn't catch that, sorry, Wormtail," Sirius said cheerfully.
"WHY?" Peter repeated loudly, looking at Sirius. Whatever Sirius might have said in reply, though, was lost as Hermione answered:
"Because I was pushed back in time."
"What?" Remus asked dumbly; Hermione didn't seem to hear him. Her stupid grin flickered, but just for a moment.
"When?" James asked loudly.
"Two months ago in 1995."
"By, erm, who pushed you?" James asked. he wasn't gifted an answer.
"Who?" Remus said for him.
"Malfoy."
"Malfoy? You mean, that first-year blond that idolizes Snivellus?" James turned to Remus, asking without words for a logical explanation.
"No, hey, maybe this Malfoy guy has a kid, and his kid pushed her...? Or maybe he's a teacher?" Sirius suggested, once more turning away from Hermione.
Remus nodded his affirmative. "Yeah, that's probably right.
"Well, waddaya know," James laughed. Hermione, apparently, took this as a "who do you know".
"A lot of people. Students and teachers and others."
"Well, gee," James muttered sarcastically.
"Is there a way for her to get back?" Peter wondered aloud. "I mean, if she really is from the future?"
"Is there a way for you to get back?" Sirius asked, facing Hermione once more.
"Not sure."
"If she is from the future, then Dumbledore will know how to send her back." Remus murmured. "Er, that is, if he knows. I'm sure he does."
"Who else knows?" James asked, leaning forward so that Hermione would hear the question clearly.
"Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey."
"See?" Remus asked, allowing himself a brief self-satisfactory smile. "And I bet she's scared, too."
"Scared?"
"Not really."
"Worried?"
"Of course."
"What would happen if you never got back?" Remus asked, the idea instantly occurring to him.
"I'd die." Hermione's shadowed eyes flickered.
"Are you sure?" Sirius asked, trying to fathom why she would die.
"Yes."
"Why?" James put in.
"I don't belong in this timeline. If the Aftermath effects don't kill me, Time will itself."
"Come off it, that isn't true," Peter looked to Remus, though.
"It's probably possible. It could be looked up in the library...."
"Restricted section, right?" Sirius asked cheerfully, remembering that Hermione had been staring just there.
"Yes." Hermione answered; it was soft, so the four boys jumped slightly.
"Well, hey, if she's from the future.. Maybe she knows what's going to happen to us!" James said, breaking off topic slightly.
"Yeah, hey, that'd be cool!" Sirius said happily - he turned back to Our Heroine.
"Which of us to you know?"
"Lupin, Black, Pettigrew. Not really personally, though."
"Bad luck, Prongs," Sirius said, laughing.
"Really!" Remus snapped. "It's not our place to-"
"Are any of us married?" James asked, ignoring Remus.
"Only one I think."
"Is all of this really true?" Remus asked loudly.
"Yes."
"Well, she's definitely telling the truth...."
"What's your theory for her lying?" Peter asked.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
" 'What's your theory?' ?"
"That I might find a way to get back in a book from the Restricted Section. If it's dangerous or life-threatening, Dumbledore wouldn't tell me." Hermione answered. Her face contorted.
Sirius was about to ask her something else, but just as he opening his mouth, Hermione threw herself forward, screaming "NO!" at the top of her lungs, and threw up the Veritaserum before passing out cold.
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DisClAImEr: the author ((ILS)) owns only things that are non-canon. Thus, she owns nothing. *^.^* ya think?
RIGHT! So, what chapter is this? Twenty-two? Twenty-one? Somewhere around there? Whatever. I'll stop wasting time and type the chappy already, I promiiiiiiiiise. *stops wasting time and types the chapter*
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For those who want to know what Hermione's answers were. FLASHBACK!! FWEE!! Takes place at the same time as last chapter!! Hurrah!! Therefore this is just a waste of your time, and I can't believe that you actually want to read this. *stares*
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"What's taking so long?" Peter whined, trying to scramble up the tree for the seventh time. Remus and James where already concealed in the lower branches, so Peter was justified a girlish squeak when Remus's voice sounded directly above him and behind.
"If she doesn't want to come then it'll take Sirius a while to convince her. Just hide behind the trunk and grab her legs," Remus added when Peter attempted to climb the trunk again.
"Yeah. So, how're we gonna do this again?" James's head appeared above Remus's, leaning out far enough to make the branch he was holding on to bend downward.
"You stay near the trunk," Remus began, "and hold her arms behind her back. Peter'll keep her feet still, and if the two of you can't keep a fifteen year old girl down long enough to be force-fed poison, I'm certain that Sirius will be all-too obliging to help."
"And, erm, how are you going to "force-feed" her "poison"?" James asked, voice muffled slightly as he crawled back in place.
"Pressure points in the neck," Remus replied absentmindedly. "Look! There they are!"
"Ready, Wormtail?" James asked.
Sirius had Our Heroine by the wrist and was leading her, somewhat serenely, towards the tree. Abruptly, Hermione jerked her wrist out of Sirius's grasp, and stepped back, apparently telling him off about something.
"Oh, geeze, hurry up," James moaned when the two stopped and talked. "Oh, okay, that's better..."
Sirius had just grabbed Hermione and flung her over his shoulder, jogging towards the hiding trio.
"Get ready," Remus breathed, watching as Sirius and a struggling Hermione came closer.
Sirius dropped her at the trunk, and she bounced backward slightly, beginning to push herself up.
Peter leapt around the tree before she had recovered, though, and wrapped himself like a blanket around her knees, cursing as she slammed a knee reflexively into his chin. James saw the opening and dropped down from the tree, grinning, and grasped her wrists, twisting them behind her back, as Remus dropped smoothly beside an impressed-looking Sirius and planted himself firmly on her waist.
"Hold still, this'll go by faster," Remus said. "No! you PERVERTS! What do you think you're DOING?" Hermione cried, and must've smacked James with an elbow, because he said: "Hurry up, this thing is stronger than she looks!" Remus finally caught her chin, and uncorked the vial with his teeth, managing to get her to swallow the contents. Once that was done, he practically ran off back beside Sirius. James and Peter followed suit.
"That was easier than I expected," Sirius murmured. Remus gave him a dirty look.
She jerked to her feet, glancing wildly around before sinking slowly to her knees, and falling back against the tree trunk with a somewhat-goofy grin. Her normally sharp brown eyes widened, becoming almost colorless.
"There ya go, mate," James panted, sinking to a sitting position.
"Try asking her name first." Remus ordered anxiously.
Sirius crouched down in front of Hermione.
"What's your name?" he asked loudly and clearly.
"Hermione Granger." Came the reply, somewhat thickly as her lips were left a little slack. She gazed blankly at nothing.
"Guess that's her real name," Sirius said, looking back at James, Remus, and a still panting Peter.
"Well, ask away."
"I don't know what to ask now," Sirius murmured. He considered a moment, and then turned back to Hermione.
"Are you really a trade student?"
"No."
"That's a surprise," James snorted.
"Where are you from?" Sirius went on, ignoring his best friend.
She named some Muggle place.
"Where's that?" Peter asked, but Hermione didn't answer him.
"What year were you born?"
"1980."
"What?" Remus and James chorused.
"That's weird," Sirius noted, looking back at Remus and raising his eyebrows. "What, did we make a mistake?"
"No." Remus said stiffly, looking somewhat insulted.
"How old are you?" Sirius asked, looking back at the prone girl on the ground before him.
"Fifteen."
"How?" Sirius asked, aiming the question at the three behind him. Hermione answered, however.
"I'm from the future."
All four boys were quite startled at this announcement. Hermione's face, which was completely relaxed, broke back into that small goofy smile. She continued to stare at nothing with blank eyes.
"That's not possible," James said firmly.
"Why not?" Peter asked softly, also staring into space, although this look was normal for him.
"Didn't catch that, sorry, Wormtail," Sirius said cheerfully.
"WHY?" Peter repeated loudly, looking at Sirius. Whatever Sirius might have said in reply, though, was lost as Hermione answered:
"Because I was pushed back in time."
"What?" Remus asked dumbly; Hermione didn't seem to hear him. Her stupid grin flickered, but just for a moment.
"When?" James asked loudly.
"Two months ago in 1995."
"By, erm, who pushed you?" James asked. he wasn't gifted an answer.
"Who?" Remus said for him.
"Malfoy."
"Malfoy? You mean, that first-year blond that idolizes Snivellus?" James turned to Remus, asking without words for a logical explanation.
"No, hey, maybe this Malfoy guy has a kid, and his kid pushed her...? Or maybe he's a teacher?" Sirius suggested, once more turning away from Hermione.
Remus nodded his affirmative. "Yeah, that's probably right.
"Well, waddaya know," James laughed. Hermione, apparently, took this as a "who do you know".
"A lot of people. Students and teachers and others."
"Well, gee," James muttered sarcastically.
"Is there a way for her to get back?" Peter wondered aloud. "I mean, if she really is from the future?"
"Is there a way for you to get back?" Sirius asked, facing Hermione once more.
"Not sure."
"If she is from the future, then Dumbledore will know how to send her back." Remus murmured. "Er, that is, if he knows. I'm sure he does."
"Who else knows?" James asked, leaning forward so that Hermione would hear the question clearly.
"Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey."
"See?" Remus asked, allowing himself a brief self-satisfactory smile. "And I bet she's scared, too."
"Scared?"
"Not really."
"Worried?"
"Of course."
"What would happen if you never got back?" Remus asked, the idea instantly occurring to him.
"I'd die." Hermione's shadowed eyes flickered.
"Are you sure?" Sirius asked, trying to fathom why she would die.
"Yes."
"Why?" James put in.
"I don't belong in this timeline. If the Aftermath effects don't kill me, Time will itself."
"Come off it, that isn't true," Peter looked to Remus, though.
"It's probably possible. It could be looked up in the library...."
"Restricted section, right?" Sirius asked cheerfully, remembering that Hermione had been staring just there.
"Yes." Hermione answered; it was soft, so the four boys jumped slightly.
"Well, hey, if she's from the future.. Maybe she knows what's going to happen to us!" James said, breaking off topic slightly.
"Yeah, hey, that'd be cool!" Sirius said happily - he turned back to Our Heroine.
"Which of us to you know?"
"Lupin, Black, Pettigrew. Not really personally, though."
"Bad luck, Prongs," Sirius said, laughing.
"Really!" Remus snapped. "It's not our place to-"
"Are any of us married?" James asked, ignoring Remus.
"Only one I think."
"Is all of this really true?" Remus asked loudly.
"Yes."
"Well, she's definitely telling the truth...."
"What's your theory for her lying?" Peter asked.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
" 'What's your theory?' ?"
"That I might find a way to get back in a book from the Restricted Section. If it's dangerous or life-threatening, Dumbledore wouldn't tell me." Hermione answered. Her face contorted.
Sirius was about to ask her something else, but just as he opening his mouth, Hermione threw herself forward, screaming "NO!" at the top of her lungs, and threw up the Veritaserum before passing out cold.
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