Chapter 15
We'll name it later.
Harry and Hermione made their way to the old, abandoned classroom, which was unusually quiet. Harry led Hermione in by the hand, glancing around. "Hmm." he thought out loud. "It's so quiet."
"I was going to say the same thing," Hermione replied. "Oh, Harry, look." she pointed to the fireplace, frowning in disappointment. "They took the bag away, remember?" she went over to inspect the area.
"Oh yeah!" Harry laughed. "It's weird how we got used to hearing that thing so fast."
Hermione pushed him over to the couch and he sat down, grinning as she straddled his lap. "Well," she began, "if we're even going to consider having both of our memories modified, we might as well make this last night worth it." she passionately kissed him.
A few hours later, Harry and Hermione were sound asleep on the rug, curled up in each other's arms. They awoke when they heard a few knocks on the door.
"What?" Harry mumbled, rubbing his eyes, and struggling to his feet.
"It's Dad," James called, peering through the window.
"What?!" Harry cried in alarm, causing Hermione to sit up in surprise. Harry hurried to open the door, and let out a long breath when he saw James standing in the doorway, grinning from ear to ear.
"Well, you're both still properly dressed, which is good news to me," He winked.
"Oh shut up," Harry snapped playfully, and watched as Hermione approached them, not looking at all pleased at having been woken up against her will. "What is it?"
"Professor Dumbledore wants to see us in his office in an hour.before the other students wake up for breakfast."
Harry frowned. "Oh." he looked at Hermione, who shrugged.
"We wanted to make sure you two were back in the common room in time."
"Okay. Come on, Hermione." Harry encouraged softly, watching as James walked away.
"Wait, are we going to have our memories modified as well?" Hermione asked, her eyes wide, remembering Harry's suggestion the night before.
"Well, what do you want?" Harry asked.
"I think we should go for it, Harry. You're right it would be safer if we had both of our memories modified. It would be less painful for you especially."
Harry smiled at her. "Thanks. Well, come on."
They went to the common room, where Sirius, Remus, Lily and Peter were awake as well, sitting in the cushioned chairs and talking quietly. Lily was working on an assignment, her head buried in her Charms book, wand in hand.
"Morning," Harry greeted, causing all heads to lift.
"Hullo," Sirius replied, yawning sleepily. "After all this is over, I'm going back to sleep," he added in an irritated voice. "No normal human is up this early."
"Oh get over it," Lily snapped. Hermione hid her laughter.Lily sounded just like she did with Harry and Ron when they bugged her.
"So are you ready for this?" Harry asked James who was peering over Lily's shoulder.
"I think so," James replied. "Not really sure to tell you the truth."
"Harry, you know we don't want to take this potion," Lily added softly. "But Professor Dumbledore's right."
Harry smirked. "Really? Because." he laughed. "Hermione and I were heh.going to try and get you not to take it."
Lily raised her eyebrows. "Oh really? And how were you going to do that? We had the drafts hidden in his trunk, OW! James, what was that for?" she asked, rubbing her shoulder.
"I was still thinking about taking it, maybe."
"But we discussed this," Lily hissed. "Last night! Don't you remember?"
James thought for a moment. "I think I may have been paying more attention to your beautiful lips." he pulled her into a kiss.
"Dad!" Harry cried. "Not good! Not good!" He covered his eyes with his hands, making Hermione roll her eyes.
"James, you mean to tell me that you weren't listening to a thing I said last night?" Lily demanded, putting her hands on her hips, and glaring at him.
James nodded. "Pretty much, yeah."
Lily smacked him on the arm. "What am I going to do with you?" she took him by the ear.
James squeaked. "Marry me?"
"Not yet! We haven't even graduated from Hogwarts yet! And even when we do, I'll *think* about it. Remember, I'm not going to know that I have to marry you."
James groaned. "Are you *sure* you don't want to drink that memoria potion? It's so easy."
"Positive, James."
As James and Lily continued to bicker back and forth, Harry stepped in, trying to calm them down. Hermione made sure no one was looking, before she snuck over to the staircase leading to the boy's dormitory, and climbed up the steps as quietly as she could. She snuck into the fifth year dormitory, making her way over to James' trunk. Quickly, she pulled out her wand and aimed it at the lock, whispering, "Alohamora!" *click* the trunk unlocked, and she pulled open the lid. Hermione carefully rummaged through the odds and ends, finding one of the vials that James had showed her and Harry the previous day. It was filled with a putrid green liquid, which made her grimace. She stood up, pocketing the vial, and then she shut the lid and re- locked the trunk, before making her way downstairs again. She could still hear James and Lily arguing, and Harry trying to intervene.
"Mom, Dad, come on, you both agreed it was the best for all of us if you didn't take the Memoria draft."
"All he cares about is se." Hermione quickly covered Lily's mouth with her hand just in time. James growled.
"That's not true!" James argued. "I don't care just about se." Hermione covered his mouth with her other hand.
(AN: Thank you Hermione. There may be young kids reading this. HERMIONE: You're welcome!)
Lily pushed Hermione's hand away. "Come on," she panted. "Let's just get this over with so that we'll quit arguing."
Harry nodded. "Good idea."
"Let's go," Hermione announced, and the four left the common room, leaving Peter who had fallen asleep in his chair, towards Professor Dumbledore's office. "Lemondrop!" James shouted, and the great phoenix opened, revealing a hidden spiral staircase. With a quick look at each other, the group walked up the stairs and into the headmaster's large office.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry called, noticing that the headmaster was not sitting at his desk. Fawks sat on his perch, sleeping soundly, his wings fluttering every so often. "Professor? Are you."
"There you are."
Everyone turned to see the headmaster coming down the stairs, still in his nightclothes and sleeping cap. Hermione giggled, covering her mouth with her hands at the sight. "I'm going back to sleep after this ordeal, and I suggest you all do the same."
Sirius snorted and Remus stepped on his toe. "Ow!"
"Well now." Professor Dumbledore went over to his desk, and pulled open the top drawer, taking out a large cauldron. A smell of licorice filled the air, and Hermione closed her eyes, taking it in.
"Mmm, that smells good!" James complimented.
"Yes, Mr. Potter. Licorice is one of the main ingredients in this particular potion. So naturally, this smells "good"."
"Too bad not all potions smell like this one," Hermione sighed, thinking of the memoria draft hidden in her cloak pocket. Somehow, she thought, she would have to drink both without anyone noticing. Harry cleared his throat.
"Excuse me, Professor. Hermione and I decided that we would like to drink the potion too." The group of fellow teens behind him gasped.
"Yeah, but you don't need to." Lily and James said in unison.
"Are you sure that you would like to do that?" Dumbledore asked, searching Harry with that piercing gaze.
"Yes." Harry insisted with a nod. "We do."
Everyone was silent, staring at him in surprise, but decided that it was best not to ask questions.
"Sir? Can we get this over with?" James asked.
"Of course, of course. I have goblets ready for all of you, and I'll have to get two more now. Lily, if you would do the honors of pouring the potion into the goblets? I'll be right back. Do not touch it until I give the word." He quickly hurried up the stairs again. Lily took the large beaker and began to distribute the contents of the cauldron into each of the silver goblets, labeled with the Gryffindor mascot.
Professor Dumbledore came back down again, holding two more silver goblets, which he held out for Lily to fill. When everything was ready, he turned to them. "Let this be a learning experience for all of you," he spoke.
James sniggered. "Not to appear rude or anything, sir, but how do you expect that we'll remember that?"
Lily watched as Professor Dumbledore peered at the boy through his half- moon spectacles. "Good point. I had not thought of that. Well, let it be a good lesson for you *now* then. I'll send Harry and Hermione back to their time as soon as they're done drinking. On the count of three, drink."
Hermione took out the vial of memoria draft, and quickly poured it into the goblet, mixing both together.
"All right. One.two.three! Now!"
Everyone tipped the goblets to their lips, chugging the potion as quickly as they could. Hermione's did not taste like anything, and she half- wondered if she should not have mixed the potions together at all. Before she knew it, she and Harry were in her bedroom with her time turner lying on the floor between them. Harry looked around, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't think it worked, Hermione."
For a second, Hermione stared at him. "You remember?" she asked.
Harry stared at her. "What, that it didn't work? Yeah, I remember it didn't work. We're still standing here in your bedroom. And the clock still tells the same time as it did just a second ago."
Hermione realized that Harry was talking about her time turner and not the potion. "It.it did work," Hermione said softly to herself.
"What was that?" Harry asked curiously. "Are you all right, Hermione? You look kind of pale."
Hermione nodded with a small smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Maybe we're not ready to create our own yet." She bent down to pick up the time turner, fingering it. Hermione, not even thinking, gave Harry a kiss on the lips before she put the time-turner away in her drawer.
"Wha---?" Harry gaped.
"Hmmmm?" Hermione said, turning around. She then realized what she had done, and knew that Harry must be very confused. She blushed scarlet, an even darker shade than Harry's Quidditch robes.
"Hermione?" Harry asked, "Why did you just kiss me?"
"I felt like it!" Hermione laughed nervously.
"Hermione.?" Harry said cautiously, as feelings rushed through him. "Would you be upset if I felt like kissing you back?" Hermione didn't answer him as she flung her arms around Harry's neck, knocking the both of them backwards to the floor, kissing him heavily on his lips.
A few weeks later.
Hermione and Harry dragged their trunks onto Platform 9 ¾, when they heard a familiar voice shout at them.
"Hey guys!" Ron, freckled and tanned from being away with his family appeared, grinning ear to ear.
"Hey Ron!" Harry and Hermione greeted in unison.
"What did you two do this summer? Anything interesting?" Hermione and Harry just grinned.
"No, nothing much. Come on, let's get on the train, Harry." Hermione smiled, giving Harry a kiss right in front of Ron. Ron stood there, his mouth gaping.
"What the heck was that?"
"That," Harry said very slowly, as if Ron was a young child, "was called a kiss." He winked, and hurried after Hermione.
"Why the @&## wasn't I told?!" Ron yelled after them, cursing fluently, and running to hop on the train. Harry and Hermione stared at him through the window of their car, laughing and shaking their heads.
"Some summer, huh?" Hermione asked, and Harry frowned.
"Yeah, but I almost feel like I missed some of it, you know?" he shrugged.
Hermione blinked. "Uh.heh.whatever do you mean?"
Ron shoved open the door to their car and stood glaring at them. "Okay, explain, *now*." He breathed, looking like a winded rhino.
"Well, some years ago-" Hermione began, "a man and a woman had se."
*The END*
We'll name it later.
Harry and Hermione made their way to the old, abandoned classroom, which was unusually quiet. Harry led Hermione in by the hand, glancing around. "Hmm." he thought out loud. "It's so quiet."
"I was going to say the same thing," Hermione replied. "Oh, Harry, look." she pointed to the fireplace, frowning in disappointment. "They took the bag away, remember?" she went over to inspect the area.
"Oh yeah!" Harry laughed. "It's weird how we got used to hearing that thing so fast."
Hermione pushed him over to the couch and he sat down, grinning as she straddled his lap. "Well," she began, "if we're even going to consider having both of our memories modified, we might as well make this last night worth it." she passionately kissed him.
A few hours later, Harry and Hermione were sound asleep on the rug, curled up in each other's arms. They awoke when they heard a few knocks on the door.
"What?" Harry mumbled, rubbing his eyes, and struggling to his feet.
"It's Dad," James called, peering through the window.
"What?!" Harry cried in alarm, causing Hermione to sit up in surprise. Harry hurried to open the door, and let out a long breath when he saw James standing in the doorway, grinning from ear to ear.
"Well, you're both still properly dressed, which is good news to me," He winked.
"Oh shut up," Harry snapped playfully, and watched as Hermione approached them, not looking at all pleased at having been woken up against her will. "What is it?"
"Professor Dumbledore wants to see us in his office in an hour.before the other students wake up for breakfast."
Harry frowned. "Oh." he looked at Hermione, who shrugged.
"We wanted to make sure you two were back in the common room in time."
"Okay. Come on, Hermione." Harry encouraged softly, watching as James walked away.
"Wait, are we going to have our memories modified as well?" Hermione asked, her eyes wide, remembering Harry's suggestion the night before.
"Well, what do you want?" Harry asked.
"I think we should go for it, Harry. You're right it would be safer if we had both of our memories modified. It would be less painful for you especially."
Harry smiled at her. "Thanks. Well, come on."
They went to the common room, where Sirius, Remus, Lily and Peter were awake as well, sitting in the cushioned chairs and talking quietly. Lily was working on an assignment, her head buried in her Charms book, wand in hand.
"Morning," Harry greeted, causing all heads to lift.
"Hullo," Sirius replied, yawning sleepily. "After all this is over, I'm going back to sleep," he added in an irritated voice. "No normal human is up this early."
"Oh get over it," Lily snapped. Hermione hid her laughter.Lily sounded just like she did with Harry and Ron when they bugged her.
"So are you ready for this?" Harry asked James who was peering over Lily's shoulder.
"I think so," James replied. "Not really sure to tell you the truth."
"Harry, you know we don't want to take this potion," Lily added softly. "But Professor Dumbledore's right."
Harry smirked. "Really? Because." he laughed. "Hermione and I were heh.going to try and get you not to take it."
Lily raised her eyebrows. "Oh really? And how were you going to do that? We had the drafts hidden in his trunk, OW! James, what was that for?" she asked, rubbing her shoulder.
"I was still thinking about taking it, maybe."
"But we discussed this," Lily hissed. "Last night! Don't you remember?"
James thought for a moment. "I think I may have been paying more attention to your beautiful lips." he pulled her into a kiss.
"Dad!" Harry cried. "Not good! Not good!" He covered his eyes with his hands, making Hermione roll her eyes.
"James, you mean to tell me that you weren't listening to a thing I said last night?" Lily demanded, putting her hands on her hips, and glaring at him.
James nodded. "Pretty much, yeah."
Lily smacked him on the arm. "What am I going to do with you?" she took him by the ear.
James squeaked. "Marry me?"
"Not yet! We haven't even graduated from Hogwarts yet! And even when we do, I'll *think* about it. Remember, I'm not going to know that I have to marry you."
James groaned. "Are you *sure* you don't want to drink that memoria potion? It's so easy."
"Positive, James."
As James and Lily continued to bicker back and forth, Harry stepped in, trying to calm them down. Hermione made sure no one was looking, before she snuck over to the staircase leading to the boy's dormitory, and climbed up the steps as quietly as she could. She snuck into the fifth year dormitory, making her way over to James' trunk. Quickly, she pulled out her wand and aimed it at the lock, whispering, "Alohamora!" *click* the trunk unlocked, and she pulled open the lid. Hermione carefully rummaged through the odds and ends, finding one of the vials that James had showed her and Harry the previous day. It was filled with a putrid green liquid, which made her grimace. She stood up, pocketing the vial, and then she shut the lid and re- locked the trunk, before making her way downstairs again. She could still hear James and Lily arguing, and Harry trying to intervene.
"Mom, Dad, come on, you both agreed it was the best for all of us if you didn't take the Memoria draft."
"All he cares about is se." Hermione quickly covered Lily's mouth with her hand just in time. James growled.
"That's not true!" James argued. "I don't care just about se." Hermione covered his mouth with her other hand.
(AN: Thank you Hermione. There may be young kids reading this. HERMIONE: You're welcome!)
Lily pushed Hermione's hand away. "Come on," she panted. "Let's just get this over with so that we'll quit arguing."
Harry nodded. "Good idea."
"Let's go," Hermione announced, and the four left the common room, leaving Peter who had fallen asleep in his chair, towards Professor Dumbledore's office. "Lemondrop!" James shouted, and the great phoenix opened, revealing a hidden spiral staircase. With a quick look at each other, the group walked up the stairs and into the headmaster's large office.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry called, noticing that the headmaster was not sitting at his desk. Fawks sat on his perch, sleeping soundly, his wings fluttering every so often. "Professor? Are you."
"There you are."
Everyone turned to see the headmaster coming down the stairs, still in his nightclothes and sleeping cap. Hermione giggled, covering her mouth with her hands at the sight. "I'm going back to sleep after this ordeal, and I suggest you all do the same."
Sirius snorted and Remus stepped on his toe. "Ow!"
"Well now." Professor Dumbledore went over to his desk, and pulled open the top drawer, taking out a large cauldron. A smell of licorice filled the air, and Hermione closed her eyes, taking it in.
"Mmm, that smells good!" James complimented.
"Yes, Mr. Potter. Licorice is one of the main ingredients in this particular potion. So naturally, this smells "good"."
"Too bad not all potions smell like this one," Hermione sighed, thinking of the memoria draft hidden in her cloak pocket. Somehow, she thought, she would have to drink both without anyone noticing. Harry cleared his throat.
"Excuse me, Professor. Hermione and I decided that we would like to drink the potion too." The group of fellow teens behind him gasped.
"Yeah, but you don't need to." Lily and James said in unison.
"Are you sure that you would like to do that?" Dumbledore asked, searching Harry with that piercing gaze.
"Yes." Harry insisted with a nod. "We do."
Everyone was silent, staring at him in surprise, but decided that it was best not to ask questions.
"Sir? Can we get this over with?" James asked.
"Of course, of course. I have goblets ready for all of you, and I'll have to get two more now. Lily, if you would do the honors of pouring the potion into the goblets? I'll be right back. Do not touch it until I give the word." He quickly hurried up the stairs again. Lily took the large beaker and began to distribute the contents of the cauldron into each of the silver goblets, labeled with the Gryffindor mascot.
Professor Dumbledore came back down again, holding two more silver goblets, which he held out for Lily to fill. When everything was ready, he turned to them. "Let this be a learning experience for all of you," he spoke.
James sniggered. "Not to appear rude or anything, sir, but how do you expect that we'll remember that?"
Lily watched as Professor Dumbledore peered at the boy through his half- moon spectacles. "Good point. I had not thought of that. Well, let it be a good lesson for you *now* then. I'll send Harry and Hermione back to their time as soon as they're done drinking. On the count of three, drink."
Hermione took out the vial of memoria draft, and quickly poured it into the goblet, mixing both together.
"All right. One.two.three! Now!"
Everyone tipped the goblets to their lips, chugging the potion as quickly as they could. Hermione's did not taste like anything, and she half- wondered if she should not have mixed the potions together at all. Before she knew it, she and Harry were in her bedroom with her time turner lying on the floor between them. Harry looked around, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't think it worked, Hermione."
For a second, Hermione stared at him. "You remember?" she asked.
Harry stared at her. "What, that it didn't work? Yeah, I remember it didn't work. We're still standing here in your bedroom. And the clock still tells the same time as it did just a second ago."
Hermione realized that Harry was talking about her time turner and not the potion. "It.it did work," Hermione said softly to herself.
"What was that?" Harry asked curiously. "Are you all right, Hermione? You look kind of pale."
Hermione nodded with a small smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Maybe we're not ready to create our own yet." She bent down to pick up the time turner, fingering it. Hermione, not even thinking, gave Harry a kiss on the lips before she put the time-turner away in her drawer.
"Wha---?" Harry gaped.
"Hmmmm?" Hermione said, turning around. She then realized what she had done, and knew that Harry must be very confused. She blushed scarlet, an even darker shade than Harry's Quidditch robes.
"Hermione?" Harry asked, "Why did you just kiss me?"
"I felt like it!" Hermione laughed nervously.
"Hermione.?" Harry said cautiously, as feelings rushed through him. "Would you be upset if I felt like kissing you back?" Hermione didn't answer him as she flung her arms around Harry's neck, knocking the both of them backwards to the floor, kissing him heavily on his lips.
A few weeks later.
Hermione and Harry dragged their trunks onto Platform 9 ¾, when they heard a familiar voice shout at them.
"Hey guys!" Ron, freckled and tanned from being away with his family appeared, grinning ear to ear.
"Hey Ron!" Harry and Hermione greeted in unison.
"What did you two do this summer? Anything interesting?" Hermione and Harry just grinned.
"No, nothing much. Come on, let's get on the train, Harry." Hermione smiled, giving Harry a kiss right in front of Ron. Ron stood there, his mouth gaping.
"What the heck was that?"
"That," Harry said very slowly, as if Ron was a young child, "was called a kiss." He winked, and hurried after Hermione.
"Why the @&## wasn't I told?!" Ron yelled after them, cursing fluently, and running to hop on the train. Harry and Hermione stared at him through the window of their car, laughing and shaking their heads.
"Some summer, huh?" Hermione asked, and Harry frowned.
"Yeah, but I almost feel like I missed some of it, you know?" he shrugged.
Hermione blinked. "Uh.heh.whatever do you mean?"
Ron shoved open the door to their car and stood glaring at them. "Okay, explain, *now*." He breathed, looking like a winded rhino.
"Well, some years ago-" Hermione began, "a man and a woman had se."
*The END*