Through the sands of Time
AN: Every thing that is said in this chapter is in Latin, EXCEPT the conversations between Hermione and Gabrielle.
"Hermione?" Gabrielle whispered trying to get her attention. "Hermione!?"
"Yyes..." Hermione answered.
"Do you speak Latin?" Gabrielle whispered hurriedly.
"I can read it and write it, bb.but I don't think I can speak it," Hermione whispered back, her eyes were focusing and she seemed to be recovering from the incident.
"Well you'll have to try to speak it; these people don't seem to know English."
"Ok."
Gabrielle took a vial out of her bag and handed it over to Hermione, Gabrielle's bag had somehow gotten some of the potion on it and gone with them. "Drink it."
"What is it?" Hermione asked.
"Just drink it!"
As Hermione swallowed the potion she felt like she was waking up for the first times in a long time. "What is it?" she asked again.
"It's a potion my father brewed for me, he said that it would work as an Anti-Veritaserum potion," Gabrielle said after she swallowed.
The man stopped in front of a wooden door, said something to it and led them in. The room looked like some sort of mix of an office and a laboratory. He motioned for them to sit down in front of a large desk.
"Who are you?" He asked them.
"Like I said before, my name is Gabrielle Malfete!" Gabrielle allowed herself to talk with an aristocratic arrogance. "Hermione, did you understand what he said?"
"Yess. I think so," Hermione said, to the Man she said somewhat shakily. "I name isss Hermione Granger." ((This is in Latin, she isn't accustomed to speaking it so I'm trying to write the mistakes she makes.))
"Where are you from?"
"I from London," Hermione said.
The Man stood up and took two vials from one of the shelves. "Drink," he simply said as he handed them one each. The vial held a clear liquid.
"Veritaserum." Gabrielle whispered to herself, and then she swallowed the potion.
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Hermione felt her consciousness fading; she looked terrified over to where Gabrielle sat. Gabrielle seemed to be enjoying the effect the potion had on her or at least she wasn't struggling to maintain her consciousness. Hermione decided to act like Gabrielle and not struggle.
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Gabrielle felt the effect of the anti-veritaserum potion kick in, her fading consciousness started to come back. Gabrielle looked over to Hermione she seemed to be experiencing the same thing. Gabrielle closed her eyes then she snapped them open, she was starting to loose consciousness again. Gabrielle's breathing started to become irregular as she began to panic. Then the feeling stopped and she remained half conscious.
The Man seemed happy with the effect of the potion and started to question them.
"Who are you?" he asked for the third time.
"My name is Hermione Granger," Hermione said.
"My name is Gabrielle Rr .Malfete," Gabrielle said.
"Where are you from?"
"I'm from London, England," Hermione said.
"I'm from Yorkshire, England," Gabrielle said.
"Are you purebloods?"
"No, I'm a muggleborn," Hermione said
"My family was pureblooded, until my grandmother had a child with a muggle and my father had me with a muggle," Gabrielle said.
"Are you powerful witches?"
"Rather powerful," Hermione said.
"Yes, I am," Gabrielle said.
"What are you good at?"
"Almost everything," Hermione answered.
"Potions, charms, transfiguration, history and herbology," Gabrielle said.
"History?" he asked. "Well, what dark lord was last defeated?"
"Grindeward."
"Grindeward?" he asked doubtfully.
"Yes, now another dark lord is leading the holocaust," Gabrielle said.
"Holocaust?" the man said obviously getting very confused. "Who is leading this holocaust?"
"He-who-must-not-be-named," Gabrielle said.
"Please speak a little bit more bluntly," he said irritably.
"Voldemort."
"Who?" he said.
"Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle."
"I ask again, who?" he said, and then he seemed to change his mind and asked. "What year is it?"
"It's 1997," Hermione said.
AN: Every thing that is said in this chapter is in Latin, EXCEPT the conversations between Hermione and Gabrielle.
"Hermione?" Gabrielle whispered trying to get her attention. "Hermione!?"
"Yyes..." Hermione answered.
"Do you speak Latin?" Gabrielle whispered hurriedly.
"I can read it and write it, bb.but I don't think I can speak it," Hermione whispered back, her eyes were focusing and she seemed to be recovering from the incident.
"Well you'll have to try to speak it; these people don't seem to know English."
"Ok."
Gabrielle took a vial out of her bag and handed it over to Hermione, Gabrielle's bag had somehow gotten some of the potion on it and gone with them. "Drink it."
"What is it?" Hermione asked.
"Just drink it!"
As Hermione swallowed the potion she felt like she was waking up for the first times in a long time. "What is it?" she asked again.
"It's a potion my father brewed for me, he said that it would work as an Anti-Veritaserum potion," Gabrielle said after she swallowed.
The man stopped in front of a wooden door, said something to it and led them in. The room looked like some sort of mix of an office and a laboratory. He motioned for them to sit down in front of a large desk.
"Who are you?" He asked them.
"Like I said before, my name is Gabrielle Malfete!" Gabrielle allowed herself to talk with an aristocratic arrogance. "Hermione, did you understand what he said?"
"Yess. I think so," Hermione said, to the Man she said somewhat shakily. "I name isss Hermione Granger." ((This is in Latin, she isn't accustomed to speaking it so I'm trying to write the mistakes she makes.))
"Where are you from?"
"I from London," Hermione said.
The Man stood up and took two vials from one of the shelves. "Drink," he simply said as he handed them one each. The vial held a clear liquid.
"Veritaserum." Gabrielle whispered to herself, and then she swallowed the potion.
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Hermione felt her consciousness fading; she looked terrified over to where Gabrielle sat. Gabrielle seemed to be enjoying the effect the potion had on her or at least she wasn't struggling to maintain her consciousness. Hermione decided to act like Gabrielle and not struggle.
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Gabrielle felt the effect of the anti-veritaserum potion kick in, her fading consciousness started to come back. Gabrielle looked over to Hermione she seemed to be experiencing the same thing. Gabrielle closed her eyes then she snapped them open, she was starting to loose consciousness again. Gabrielle's breathing started to become irregular as she began to panic. Then the feeling stopped and she remained half conscious.
The Man seemed happy with the effect of the potion and started to question them.
"Who are you?" he asked for the third time.
"My name is Hermione Granger," Hermione said.
"My name is Gabrielle Rr .Malfete," Gabrielle said.
"Where are you from?"
"I'm from London, England," Hermione said.
"I'm from Yorkshire, England," Gabrielle said.
"Are you purebloods?"
"No, I'm a muggleborn," Hermione said
"My family was pureblooded, until my grandmother had a child with a muggle and my father had me with a muggle," Gabrielle said.
"Are you powerful witches?"
"Rather powerful," Hermione said.
"Yes, I am," Gabrielle said.
"What are you good at?"
"Almost everything," Hermione answered.
"Potions, charms, transfiguration, history and herbology," Gabrielle said.
"History?" he asked. "Well, what dark lord was last defeated?"
"Grindeward."
"Grindeward?" he asked doubtfully.
"Yes, now another dark lord is leading the holocaust," Gabrielle said.
"Holocaust?" the man said obviously getting very confused. "Who is leading this holocaust?"
"He-who-must-not-be-named," Gabrielle said.
"Please speak a little bit more bluntly," he said irritably.
"Voldemort."
"Who?" he said.
"Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle."
"I ask again, who?" he said, and then he seemed to change his mind and asked. "What year is it?"
"It's 1997," Hermione said.