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*Chapter 4*
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"You've got some explaining to do little girl!" He growled before he changed into "Snuffles" with a pop.
A lot of explaining...
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*Fayle's point of view*
I saw the boys looking over at us, or rather, glaring at us, and I made sure to giggle louder. They scowled deeply before going back to their conversation. Mum, Auntie Ginny, and I all burst out laughing. We girls had a powerful weapon. Giggling. I don't know why, but boys absolutely hated it, unless, of course, they were head over heals in love with you. Then they tended to overlook such things and you could giggle for all you were worth and they'd just continue to stare at you dreamily. Not that I'd had any experience in that area before, I mean, come on! I'm eleven for goodness sakes!
Suddenly Mum and Auntie Ginny's conversation turned to the Yule Ball that they'd had last year, and I started to feel left out. I glanced over at the boys again, judging by the enthusiasm of the conversation and the frantic hand movements I'd say they were talking about Quidditch. Quidditch, now there was something that I could relate to. I edged away from the two chatting girls, but they stayed completely oblivious. I continued to edge up to their huddled group of chairs and slipped in between them, they all immediately stopped talking and stared at me.
"Yes?" Uncle Fred ventured slowly.
"Are you talking about Quidditch?" I asked hopefully. Dad stared at me curiously.
"Yea, why? Do you like Quidditch?" He asked me. I nodded my head vigorously. I think it's going to fall off if I don't stop...
"Heck, yeah! I love Quidditch! Mum says she's certain I'll get on the house team!"
"First years aren't allowed to play." Uncle Ron pointed out.
"I know! But didn't Harry get onto the house team in first year because he was so good?" I asked, and then I realized, Dad was still on the house team! They had no positions open that I could take! I sucked at keeper, and a position as Beater would embarrass me beyond all comprehensible reason. I was an okay chaser, but defiantly not good enough to get onto the team in first year. I'd have to wait until I got home... if I got home that is...
I think my face fell because someone asked me what was wrong. I decided to tell the truth.
"I just realized that Harry's still on the team and he plays seeker, and that's all I'm really good at... " I trailed off miserably.
"Whoa, you're a seeker... well I mean, you play well as a seeker?" Dad asked me. I nodded; I was really doing a lot of that lately.
"Great!" he grinned, "I'm always getting into a fix, you can be my second if anything happens!" My eyes lit up, maybe he was right, would McGonagall let me?
"Hold on a second? How do you know you'll be in Gryffindor? You could be in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff," I made a face, "Or even... Slytherin... " Uncle Fred glanced at me suspiciously. I raised an eyebrow, how dare he! Me? A Slytherin!? He seemed to take the hint because he mumbled an apology.
"I, I just know. I'm a Gryffindor. After all, both my parents were Gryffindors! And my father's parent's before him, and my father's father's parents were Gryffindors also!" At least I think they were. "It's a family trait... and I think we're descendants of Godric Gryffindor, so what other house would I be in?" Bad move Fayle! If Dad knows that he's the heir, or if he finds out, you're in trouble! I think I have a problem with blurting out stuff that I shouldn't, I hope no one tries to tell me an important secret or something, because if they do, I feel sorry for them. It's not as if I don't try or nothing, it's just I... blurt it out without thinking.
"You, an heir?" All four boys were staring at me piercingly.
"Uh... heh... I think?" I wished I could disappear at the moment.
"You can always try tracing your family blood line back a thousand years or so if you want. The school library is very resourceful." I gave a start. I hadn't even noticed Mum come up behind me.
"Well, it figures you'd say that Hermione." Ron snorted. Hermione flushed embarrassedly. How did I get my self into these situations? And more importantly, how do I get myself out?
"Uh... thanks, but no thanks." That would have to do for now, I guess...
~*~
I stumbled out of the fireplace and quickly scooted out of the way. Seconds later Uncle Ron and Dad came tumbling out. Dad went last, Uncle Ron had gone first, this resulted in Dad landing on top of Uncle Ron for once.
Sirius immediately went up to Dad and licked his hand as a form of greeting. Dad just raised an eyebrow at the dog; Sirius did the equivalent of a doggy shrug. I ignored them and concentrated on brushing soot off my robes. Then, the most surprising thing happened, the big black dog then came up to me and, not so gently, gripped the sleeve of my robe in his teeth. I glanced down at him curiously, and then proceeded to try and shake off his grip. No such luck. Then, he started tugging my arm towards the door. Helplessly I was towed after him. Everyone else stared at me curiously, I just shrugged... with one shoulder, because Sirius had my other in a tight grip, and let my self be dragged out the door.
He continued to drag me, right to the far corner of the garden, and behind some Rhododendron bushes. I wasn't scared, I knew that Sirius would never hurt me... but this wasn't my Sirius, he did know that I was his great- goddaughter, this one didn't. I didn't let my new found fear show through though.
He changed back into his normal self after letting go of my arm. He motioned for me to sit, on the dirt. I raised an eyebrow as if to say, dirt? But I sat anyway. He settled himself Indian style on the dirt beside me. He positioned himself so that there was no way for me to escape; I almost licked my lips nervously, but restrained myself. I looked him straight in the eye, and asked him calmly what he wanted. Slowly he reached up and into his sleeve and pulled out two pieces of parchment. It had the Hogwart's seal on it. This time I did lick my lips nervously. He tossed the papers down by my feet.
"Recognize this?" He asked, calmly enough, but there was a hint of malice in his voice... or did I just imagine that? I reached out a shaking hand to grip it around the two pieces of paper. I slowly looked down at the first piece, even though I really didn't need to. By this time I was shaking all over, I knew what was one those papers. I knew! My eye didn't even need to make contact with the first word printed on that paper, before I dropped them both, my hands shaking visibly, and my face paling. I glanced around fearfully, there was no escape, he'd planned it out well.
How could I have been so stupid!? It was all my fault! I felt myself become overwhelmed in emotions and I felt my eyes start to sting. The tears slowly welled up, until I could hold them in no longer and I started to sob shakily. Whatever Sirius had expected my reaction to be, it certainly wasn't this.
"What do you want!?" I sobbed. He yanked out his wand, which only made me cry harder. He leveled it with my chest and pierced me with an icy glare.
"Who are you!" he managed to spit out, "And what do you want with Harry!?"
"Nothing!!" I sobbed, "I c-can't t-tell you! I can't!"
"And why not!?" He continued to glare at me, and I felt my sobs start to subdue. "Is your first name even Fayle!?"
"Y-yes." I sniffed, and hiccupped. "I can't tell you, I'm not allowed to!"
"Fayle... Potter... Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" I stopped sniffing abruptly and gaped at him.
"H-how... ?" The letter. He stared at me, I believe he'd expected my to deny it, big mistake.
"Your name is really... ?" He managed to choke out.
"It's all my fault." I whispered to myself.
"What's all your fault!?" He demanded.
"Coming here." I replied. Why was I answering him!? "Everything, Dad, Mum, the potion, Robby, the picture... everything!?"
"Who are your parents?"
"I think you can figure it out!" I said bitterly. It was all my fault. He's going to find out, he'll tell everyone, the future will probably change, and it will all be my fault! I shouldn't have left the letter here, what was I thinking!? I should have taken it with me, but then what if someone else had found it, the consequences could have been worse.
"You're related to Harry, aren't you? You have his eyes. How did I not see it before!?" I just watched him, expressionless. "You can't be from Lily's side of the family," he continued, "Or your last name would not be Potter. You would have to come from James's side, but James didn't have any siblings, and his Aunt's and Uncle's were all murdered by him," He spat the word out with malice, "and so were his cousins." I watched him fearfully, there was something he missed... maybe he would...
"You have Harry's eyes though." He repeated, too late. He blinked suddenly. "Harry's eyes. Harry got his eyes from Lily, not James, and yet your last name is Potter. You'd have to be related to both Lily and James. Don't tell me... !" He whipped his head around from where he'd had it resting in his hand to stare at me, my gut twisted. "They didn't have another child, did they!?"
"Heh... " Maybe he'd just leave it at that, but wait! What if he...
"No." he whispered hoarsely, "How could they. They both died when Harry was one, and he's four years older than you. Unless... ! They're still alive!" I groaned, this would go on forever until he'd narrowed down all options except one...
"No, that won't work. If so, they'd have come for Harry by now. I would have known, and besides, their bodies, they were found... " He trailed off miserably, lost in his memories. He was staring off into space blankly. I took this opportunity to try to sneak past him, no such luck. As I was maneuvering my way around his leg, his hand shot out and gripped my arm tightly. He yanked me back down.
"You remind me of someone. You look so much like her, act so much like her. You seem to know so much, you act like you know us."
"Who." I managed to squeak out, "who do I r-remind y-ou o-of-f?"
"Hermione." He said simply. I gulped, why did he have to be so damn suspicious! I think he saw me gulp.
"You have Harry and Lily's eyes, Hermione's hair and personality, and James' last name, tell me if I get something wrong here, but I'd say you were related to all four." He narrowed his eyes at me. Here it comes, I thought, the big question. Are you from the future? What happened in the future? Then if I didn't tell him, no doubt he'd force the information from me, and then the future would be destroyed. I almost started crying again, but didn't. I was not going to give in!
Why hadn't my mother or Sirius or Uncle Ron said anything in the future? Wouldn't they have said even just a little something? Or... maybe, this wasn't supposed to happen. Maybe, when I'd get back my whole life would be different because I'd traveled back in time! Or maybe Mum's just keeping quiet, because she knows I have to do this all on my own. Maybe I was meant to tell Sirius. Maybe I was meant to go back in time and do something important... Enough "what ifs" Sirius was opening his mouth, I braced myself, maybe I could worm my way out of this?
"What year is it?" Uh oh. I didn't know, I'd never bothered to ask. If I tried to work it out it'd be suspicious, everyone knows what year it is! Or, I could guess...Bloody Hell! (One of Uncle Ron's favorite expressions, I'd rather taken to it, much to Mum's disgust.)
"Uh... 2004?" I glanced at him hopefully; maybe I'd gotten it right... no. His face paled.
"It's 2002, you're off by two. What year is it to you!?" he gave me another one of those piercing glares of his. I-I, I couldn't tell him, b-but... I sighed, I might as well. Better sooner than later, I suppose.
"2022" I replied in barely a whisper. I wouldn't have thought it possible... but his face paled considerably more. He tried again.
"Who are you?"
"Fayle Leanne Potter, only daughter of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Goddaughter of Ron Weasley and Great-goddaughter of Sirius Black. I'm eleven years old and was going into my first year at Hogwarts before I made a time traveling potion, through which I stupidly fell. I love Quidditch and books and... "
"Alright, enough!" He looked at me skeptically for a moment or two. "Time traveling potion?"
"Heh... yea. I didn't know what I was doing until I fell through."
"It all makes sense now." He murmured. Then he looked at me, and for the first time his gaze held not a trace of suspicion or coldness. Instead, trust, and love, and warmth. I smiled. He sighed.
"I don't know why, but I believe you. And obviously Dumbledore believes you too. I hope you'll forgive me for all I've done... " Instead of using words I just flung myself into his arms and hugged him for all I was worth. We must have looked quite odd, the two of us, sitting in the dirt, and hugging, because that's how the rest found us later on. We had a rather hard time explaining, but we managed. Sirius promised to keep my secret, he said he understood why I had been so reluctant to tell him anything before, and that by telling the others it would probably put them all in danger. He also seemed surprised that I'd told him, but he was going to figure it out anyway I reasoned, besides, I guess I just needed someone to talk to.
"If there's anything you need, or anything you'd like to tell me, go right ahead, I'm right here." He smiled at me; I hugged him, before skipping up to bed later that day. He watched me go, smiling.
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*Harry's point of view*
I watched Sirius drag Fayle off, and I wondered what he was going to do to her. I excused myself briefly before following the two outside. They were nowhere to be seen. I glanced around curiously. What on earth? Maybe Sirius had found Fayle's parents? Nah! Shrugging helplessly I wandered back inside. I'd ask Sirius about it later.
Ron and Hermione were sitting on the floor in the living room playing chess; again. Doesn't Hermione learn? Well, to tell you the truth, I still insist on playing Ron again and again also, so I shouldn't be talking. I sat down next to the two of them and propped myself up with an elbow. I watched lazily as Hermione made bad move after bad move. Even I wasn't that bad! And that's saying something!
"Knight to B3." I winced, and watched as Ron moved his Bishop to capture her knight.
"Bishop to B3." He smirked as he watched his Bishop smash Hermione's Knight to pieces. Hermione shuddered.
"It's barbaric I tell you!" She muttered under breath and then made, yet another, bad move. It went on like this for a while, and then I saw it. Hermione was in a position to fork Ron's Queen, at the expense of a rook, but if it meant taking Ron's queen, then it was worth it.
"Excuse us Ron." Then I got up and dragged Hermione to the other end of the room.
"Harry!" She said shrilly. I winced.
"Not so loud!" I muttered. "Now listen. I know how you can get Ron's Queen. Are you listening?" Hermione looked at me skeptically for a moment or two before finally nodding. "Good. Listen, you can fork Ron's Queen, but you will loose a Rook in the process, are you willing to sacrifice it?" I think we were taking this way too seriously. She nodded gravely. "Okay, listen closely... " I explained quietly and carefully how to go about removing Ron's queen from the playing board. I also refrained from any hand gestures that might give away the plan, just in case Ron happened to be watching at the moment. I was just finishing when Ron stomped over and grabbed Hermione.
"Don't got all day you know." He sighed and then hauled her off to go finish the game that he would, no doubtly, win. Even without his Queen.
It was nearing dusk when we all decided to go look for Sirius and Fayle. We all stepped out into the backyard and spread out. We had no idea why we were looking in the back yard, but it was where they'd been seen last. I was about to turn around and start back the way I'd come when I noticed a rustling in the some Rhododendron bushes. It was probably a stray gnome or cat, maybe Crookshanks, but I waved over Ron and Hermione anyway.
I pointed to the Rhododendron bushes. They were still now. Hermione raised an eyebrow. You had to admit, she was kind of cute when she did that. I blushed suddenly and quickly turned away to hide my face. Where did that thought come from!? When I felt sure that I wasn't exactly crimson anymore, turned back around to meet both's inquiring gazes. I just stalked over to the bushes and parted them both. I raised an eyebrow myself. Ron and Hermione came to stand behind me, and I heard a choking noise from Ron.
Sirius and Fayle were crouched on the dirt, behind some Rhododendron bushes, hugging. Now that's something you don't see everyday! I cleared my throat awkwardly. They both glanced up, startled, and sprang away hurriedly. Fayle stood up abruptly, Sirius soon followed suite.
"Umm... ?" I was kinda at a loss for words at the moment.
"Heh... emotional breakdown?" Sirius looked at me sheepishly. He was definitely hiding something, and besides, why were they crouched behind a bush to begin with? What sane person wants to crouch behind a bush, in the dirt, and hug? Not me, that's for sure. I raised my eyebrow again, and if possible, it went higher at the sight of their clothes. I'd just noticed, but they looked terrible. They looked like fugitives on the run... mind you, one of them was. Fayle had a piece of parchment clutched in her hand, but I decided not to question it. She hadn't had it with her to begin with though...
We all walked back to the house in silence. Fayle and Sirius lingered outside a bit longer, but then they too walked through the door.
AN: I know, incredibly short chapter...it's just that there's no point in typing anymore stuff, the scene you just read was the only reason this chapter exists! ^^
Anyway, I'll try to make sure that the next chapter is longer, oh, and I almost forgot!! Ron! He needs a wife! Suggestions are welcome!! If you leave me to my own devices he'll turn out to be married to some weirdo like Pansy Parkinson...or something. Part of the problem might be that I write down all the girls' names attending Hogwarts...and then put them in a hat and pick one... heh.... I know, I'm pathetic!
Also, the sorting's coming up, and I would greatly appreciate a song for the sorting hat to sing (don't worry, I'll give you credit for your work) and once again, if you leave me to my own devices...or perhaps my friend's then the sorting hat's song will turn out to be worse than crap! I SUCK at poetry... sort of...
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*Chapter 4*
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"You've got some explaining to do little girl!" He growled before he changed into "Snuffles" with a pop.
A lot of explaining...
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*Fayle's point of view*
I saw the boys looking over at us, or rather, glaring at us, and I made sure to giggle louder. They scowled deeply before going back to their conversation. Mum, Auntie Ginny, and I all burst out laughing. We girls had a powerful weapon. Giggling. I don't know why, but boys absolutely hated it, unless, of course, they were head over heals in love with you. Then they tended to overlook such things and you could giggle for all you were worth and they'd just continue to stare at you dreamily. Not that I'd had any experience in that area before, I mean, come on! I'm eleven for goodness sakes!
Suddenly Mum and Auntie Ginny's conversation turned to the Yule Ball that they'd had last year, and I started to feel left out. I glanced over at the boys again, judging by the enthusiasm of the conversation and the frantic hand movements I'd say they were talking about Quidditch. Quidditch, now there was something that I could relate to. I edged away from the two chatting girls, but they stayed completely oblivious. I continued to edge up to their huddled group of chairs and slipped in between them, they all immediately stopped talking and stared at me.
"Yes?" Uncle Fred ventured slowly.
"Are you talking about Quidditch?" I asked hopefully. Dad stared at me curiously.
"Yea, why? Do you like Quidditch?" He asked me. I nodded my head vigorously. I think it's going to fall off if I don't stop...
"Heck, yeah! I love Quidditch! Mum says she's certain I'll get on the house team!"
"First years aren't allowed to play." Uncle Ron pointed out.
"I know! But didn't Harry get onto the house team in first year because he was so good?" I asked, and then I realized, Dad was still on the house team! They had no positions open that I could take! I sucked at keeper, and a position as Beater would embarrass me beyond all comprehensible reason. I was an okay chaser, but defiantly not good enough to get onto the team in first year. I'd have to wait until I got home... if I got home that is...
I think my face fell because someone asked me what was wrong. I decided to tell the truth.
"I just realized that Harry's still on the team and he plays seeker, and that's all I'm really good at... " I trailed off miserably.
"Whoa, you're a seeker... well I mean, you play well as a seeker?" Dad asked me. I nodded; I was really doing a lot of that lately.
"Great!" he grinned, "I'm always getting into a fix, you can be my second if anything happens!" My eyes lit up, maybe he was right, would McGonagall let me?
"Hold on a second? How do you know you'll be in Gryffindor? You could be in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff," I made a face, "Or even... Slytherin... " Uncle Fred glanced at me suspiciously. I raised an eyebrow, how dare he! Me? A Slytherin!? He seemed to take the hint because he mumbled an apology.
"I, I just know. I'm a Gryffindor. After all, both my parents were Gryffindors! And my father's parent's before him, and my father's father's parents were Gryffindors also!" At least I think they were. "It's a family trait... and I think we're descendants of Godric Gryffindor, so what other house would I be in?" Bad move Fayle! If Dad knows that he's the heir, or if he finds out, you're in trouble! I think I have a problem with blurting out stuff that I shouldn't, I hope no one tries to tell me an important secret or something, because if they do, I feel sorry for them. It's not as if I don't try or nothing, it's just I... blurt it out without thinking.
"You, an heir?" All four boys were staring at me piercingly.
"Uh... heh... I think?" I wished I could disappear at the moment.
"You can always try tracing your family blood line back a thousand years or so if you want. The school library is very resourceful." I gave a start. I hadn't even noticed Mum come up behind me.
"Well, it figures you'd say that Hermione." Ron snorted. Hermione flushed embarrassedly. How did I get my self into these situations? And more importantly, how do I get myself out?
"Uh... thanks, but no thanks." That would have to do for now, I guess...
~*~
I stumbled out of the fireplace and quickly scooted out of the way. Seconds later Uncle Ron and Dad came tumbling out. Dad went last, Uncle Ron had gone first, this resulted in Dad landing on top of Uncle Ron for once.
Sirius immediately went up to Dad and licked his hand as a form of greeting. Dad just raised an eyebrow at the dog; Sirius did the equivalent of a doggy shrug. I ignored them and concentrated on brushing soot off my robes. Then, the most surprising thing happened, the big black dog then came up to me and, not so gently, gripped the sleeve of my robe in his teeth. I glanced down at him curiously, and then proceeded to try and shake off his grip. No such luck. Then, he started tugging my arm towards the door. Helplessly I was towed after him. Everyone else stared at me curiously, I just shrugged... with one shoulder, because Sirius had my other in a tight grip, and let my self be dragged out the door.
He continued to drag me, right to the far corner of the garden, and behind some Rhododendron bushes. I wasn't scared, I knew that Sirius would never hurt me... but this wasn't my Sirius, he did know that I was his great- goddaughter, this one didn't. I didn't let my new found fear show through though.
He changed back into his normal self after letting go of my arm. He motioned for me to sit, on the dirt. I raised an eyebrow as if to say, dirt? But I sat anyway. He settled himself Indian style on the dirt beside me. He positioned himself so that there was no way for me to escape; I almost licked my lips nervously, but restrained myself. I looked him straight in the eye, and asked him calmly what he wanted. Slowly he reached up and into his sleeve and pulled out two pieces of parchment. It had the Hogwart's seal on it. This time I did lick my lips nervously. He tossed the papers down by my feet.
"Recognize this?" He asked, calmly enough, but there was a hint of malice in his voice... or did I just imagine that? I reached out a shaking hand to grip it around the two pieces of paper. I slowly looked down at the first piece, even though I really didn't need to. By this time I was shaking all over, I knew what was one those papers. I knew! My eye didn't even need to make contact with the first word printed on that paper, before I dropped them both, my hands shaking visibly, and my face paling. I glanced around fearfully, there was no escape, he'd planned it out well.
How could I have been so stupid!? It was all my fault! I felt myself become overwhelmed in emotions and I felt my eyes start to sting. The tears slowly welled up, until I could hold them in no longer and I started to sob shakily. Whatever Sirius had expected my reaction to be, it certainly wasn't this.
"What do you want!?" I sobbed. He yanked out his wand, which only made me cry harder. He leveled it with my chest and pierced me with an icy glare.
"Who are you!" he managed to spit out, "And what do you want with Harry!?"
"Nothing!!" I sobbed, "I c-can't t-tell you! I can't!"
"And why not!?" He continued to glare at me, and I felt my sobs start to subdue. "Is your first name even Fayle!?"
"Y-yes." I sniffed, and hiccupped. "I can't tell you, I'm not allowed to!"
"Fayle... Potter... Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" I stopped sniffing abruptly and gaped at him.
"H-how... ?" The letter. He stared at me, I believe he'd expected my to deny it, big mistake.
"Your name is really... ?" He managed to choke out.
"It's all my fault." I whispered to myself.
"What's all your fault!?" He demanded.
"Coming here." I replied. Why was I answering him!? "Everything, Dad, Mum, the potion, Robby, the picture... everything!?"
"Who are your parents?"
"I think you can figure it out!" I said bitterly. It was all my fault. He's going to find out, he'll tell everyone, the future will probably change, and it will all be my fault! I shouldn't have left the letter here, what was I thinking!? I should have taken it with me, but then what if someone else had found it, the consequences could have been worse.
"You're related to Harry, aren't you? You have his eyes. How did I not see it before!?" I just watched him, expressionless. "You can't be from Lily's side of the family," he continued, "Or your last name would not be Potter. You would have to come from James's side, but James didn't have any siblings, and his Aunt's and Uncle's were all murdered by him," He spat the word out with malice, "and so were his cousins." I watched him fearfully, there was something he missed... maybe he would...
"You have Harry's eyes though." He repeated, too late. He blinked suddenly. "Harry's eyes. Harry got his eyes from Lily, not James, and yet your last name is Potter. You'd have to be related to both Lily and James. Don't tell me... !" He whipped his head around from where he'd had it resting in his hand to stare at me, my gut twisted. "They didn't have another child, did they!?"
"Heh... " Maybe he'd just leave it at that, but wait! What if he...
"No." he whispered hoarsely, "How could they. They both died when Harry was one, and he's four years older than you. Unless... ! They're still alive!" I groaned, this would go on forever until he'd narrowed down all options except one...
"No, that won't work. If so, they'd have come for Harry by now. I would have known, and besides, their bodies, they were found... " He trailed off miserably, lost in his memories. He was staring off into space blankly. I took this opportunity to try to sneak past him, no such luck. As I was maneuvering my way around his leg, his hand shot out and gripped my arm tightly. He yanked me back down.
"You remind me of someone. You look so much like her, act so much like her. You seem to know so much, you act like you know us."
"Who." I managed to squeak out, "who do I r-remind y-ou o-of-f?"
"Hermione." He said simply. I gulped, why did he have to be so damn suspicious! I think he saw me gulp.
"You have Harry and Lily's eyes, Hermione's hair and personality, and James' last name, tell me if I get something wrong here, but I'd say you were related to all four." He narrowed his eyes at me. Here it comes, I thought, the big question. Are you from the future? What happened in the future? Then if I didn't tell him, no doubt he'd force the information from me, and then the future would be destroyed. I almost started crying again, but didn't. I was not going to give in!
Why hadn't my mother or Sirius or Uncle Ron said anything in the future? Wouldn't they have said even just a little something? Or... maybe, this wasn't supposed to happen. Maybe, when I'd get back my whole life would be different because I'd traveled back in time! Or maybe Mum's just keeping quiet, because she knows I have to do this all on my own. Maybe I was meant to tell Sirius. Maybe I was meant to go back in time and do something important... Enough "what ifs" Sirius was opening his mouth, I braced myself, maybe I could worm my way out of this?
"What year is it?" Uh oh. I didn't know, I'd never bothered to ask. If I tried to work it out it'd be suspicious, everyone knows what year it is! Or, I could guess...Bloody Hell! (One of Uncle Ron's favorite expressions, I'd rather taken to it, much to Mum's disgust.)
"Uh... 2004?" I glanced at him hopefully; maybe I'd gotten it right... no. His face paled.
"It's 2002, you're off by two. What year is it to you!?" he gave me another one of those piercing glares of his. I-I, I couldn't tell him, b-but... I sighed, I might as well. Better sooner than later, I suppose.
"2022" I replied in barely a whisper. I wouldn't have thought it possible... but his face paled considerably more. He tried again.
"Who are you?"
"Fayle Leanne Potter, only daughter of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Goddaughter of Ron Weasley and Great-goddaughter of Sirius Black. I'm eleven years old and was going into my first year at Hogwarts before I made a time traveling potion, through which I stupidly fell. I love Quidditch and books and... "
"Alright, enough!" He looked at me skeptically for a moment or two. "Time traveling potion?"
"Heh... yea. I didn't know what I was doing until I fell through."
"It all makes sense now." He murmured. Then he looked at me, and for the first time his gaze held not a trace of suspicion or coldness. Instead, trust, and love, and warmth. I smiled. He sighed.
"I don't know why, but I believe you. And obviously Dumbledore believes you too. I hope you'll forgive me for all I've done... " Instead of using words I just flung myself into his arms and hugged him for all I was worth. We must have looked quite odd, the two of us, sitting in the dirt, and hugging, because that's how the rest found us later on. We had a rather hard time explaining, but we managed. Sirius promised to keep my secret, he said he understood why I had been so reluctant to tell him anything before, and that by telling the others it would probably put them all in danger. He also seemed surprised that I'd told him, but he was going to figure it out anyway I reasoned, besides, I guess I just needed someone to talk to.
"If there's anything you need, or anything you'd like to tell me, go right ahead, I'm right here." He smiled at me; I hugged him, before skipping up to bed later that day. He watched me go, smiling.
~*~
*Harry's point of view*
I watched Sirius drag Fayle off, and I wondered what he was going to do to her. I excused myself briefly before following the two outside. They were nowhere to be seen. I glanced around curiously. What on earth? Maybe Sirius had found Fayle's parents? Nah! Shrugging helplessly I wandered back inside. I'd ask Sirius about it later.
Ron and Hermione were sitting on the floor in the living room playing chess; again. Doesn't Hermione learn? Well, to tell you the truth, I still insist on playing Ron again and again also, so I shouldn't be talking. I sat down next to the two of them and propped myself up with an elbow. I watched lazily as Hermione made bad move after bad move. Even I wasn't that bad! And that's saying something!
"Knight to B3." I winced, and watched as Ron moved his Bishop to capture her knight.
"Bishop to B3." He smirked as he watched his Bishop smash Hermione's Knight to pieces. Hermione shuddered.
"It's barbaric I tell you!" She muttered under breath and then made, yet another, bad move. It went on like this for a while, and then I saw it. Hermione was in a position to fork Ron's Queen, at the expense of a rook, but if it meant taking Ron's queen, then it was worth it.
"Excuse us Ron." Then I got up and dragged Hermione to the other end of the room.
"Harry!" She said shrilly. I winced.
"Not so loud!" I muttered. "Now listen. I know how you can get Ron's Queen. Are you listening?" Hermione looked at me skeptically for a moment or two before finally nodding. "Good. Listen, you can fork Ron's Queen, but you will loose a Rook in the process, are you willing to sacrifice it?" I think we were taking this way too seriously. She nodded gravely. "Okay, listen closely... " I explained quietly and carefully how to go about removing Ron's queen from the playing board. I also refrained from any hand gestures that might give away the plan, just in case Ron happened to be watching at the moment. I was just finishing when Ron stomped over and grabbed Hermione.
"Don't got all day you know." He sighed and then hauled her off to go finish the game that he would, no doubtly, win. Even without his Queen.
It was nearing dusk when we all decided to go look for Sirius and Fayle. We all stepped out into the backyard and spread out. We had no idea why we were looking in the back yard, but it was where they'd been seen last. I was about to turn around and start back the way I'd come when I noticed a rustling in the some Rhododendron bushes. It was probably a stray gnome or cat, maybe Crookshanks, but I waved over Ron and Hermione anyway.
I pointed to the Rhododendron bushes. They were still now. Hermione raised an eyebrow. You had to admit, she was kind of cute when she did that. I blushed suddenly and quickly turned away to hide my face. Where did that thought come from!? When I felt sure that I wasn't exactly crimson anymore, turned back around to meet both's inquiring gazes. I just stalked over to the bushes and parted them both. I raised an eyebrow myself. Ron and Hermione came to stand behind me, and I heard a choking noise from Ron.
Sirius and Fayle were crouched on the dirt, behind some Rhododendron bushes, hugging. Now that's something you don't see everyday! I cleared my throat awkwardly. They both glanced up, startled, and sprang away hurriedly. Fayle stood up abruptly, Sirius soon followed suite.
"Umm... ?" I was kinda at a loss for words at the moment.
"Heh... emotional breakdown?" Sirius looked at me sheepishly. He was definitely hiding something, and besides, why were they crouched behind a bush to begin with? What sane person wants to crouch behind a bush, in the dirt, and hug? Not me, that's for sure. I raised my eyebrow again, and if possible, it went higher at the sight of their clothes. I'd just noticed, but they looked terrible. They looked like fugitives on the run... mind you, one of them was. Fayle had a piece of parchment clutched in her hand, but I decided not to question it. She hadn't had it with her to begin with though...
We all walked back to the house in silence. Fayle and Sirius lingered outside a bit longer, but then they too walked through the door.
AN: I know, incredibly short chapter...it's just that there's no point in typing anymore stuff, the scene you just read was the only reason this chapter exists! ^^
Anyway, I'll try to make sure that the next chapter is longer, oh, and I almost forgot!! Ron! He needs a wife! Suggestions are welcome!! If you leave me to my own devices he'll turn out to be married to some weirdo like Pansy Parkinson...or something. Part of the problem might be that I write down all the girls' names attending Hogwarts...and then put them in a hat and pick one... heh.... I know, I'm pathetic!
Also, the sorting's coming up, and I would greatly appreciate a song for the sorting hat to sing (don't worry, I'll give you credit for your work) and once again, if you leave me to my own devices...or perhaps my friend's then the sorting hat's song will turn out to be worse than crap! I SUCK at poetry... sort of...
Review, or no story!
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