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Hermione sat down in the library, bestowing an arm load of books on to the desk. She began to flip through Hogwarts, a History, it always made things fell right, and normal, it gave her a sense of all knowingness. She was reading a particularly complex line about the Forbidden Forest when Ron came running over to her table, looking winded.
"Ron! What are you doing here!" she cried and immediately regretted it, he probably just wanted homework help.
He stood up a little straighter, "I...I was just wondering if...if...if..."
Hermione held her breath.
"If you would....I mean only if you want to..."
Please say those four words, those four magic words, she thought to herself, Please, just say 'go out with me', then I can say 'yes'.
He sighed and looked defeated, "To help me with my transfiguration homework. I can't figure it out, not to mention I've left my book at home."
Her heart sank, "Yeah, sure, I'll help you, Ron."
"Thanks," he muttered and then ambled out of the library. Hermione could tell that that was not what he was going to ask her, he didn't even have any homework yet! She continued to read that same passage in Hogwarts, a History, it comforted her some how. Books were her friends, they were dependable. They never changed their mind or opinion, they teach you the facts. They were always there when she needed them, and they didn't have complex feelings.
"Ms. Granger, I do believe that it's time for you to skip off to class, unless of course, you have a note," It had been Madam Pince, the librarian, who had said this.
Hermione gasped and looked at her watch; she was already 15 minutes late for class! She picked up all of her books, shoved them in her bag and took off for the Transfiguration Department at a run. What would Professor McGonagall say when she was late to her first class on the first day of term!?
She heard an audible "Ouch!" as she collided with something, or someone, very hard. She fell to the floor, her book bag clattering open, spilling her ink and quills. She looked up, a feeling of grim defeat rising in her, it was Filch. There was a purr as Mrs. Norris wove her way around Filches legs as she rubbed her face against one of his old boots.
"What have we here, my sweet?" he said to the cat, "A student skiving off class! And a prefect at that! Not to mention running in the halls." He sounded positively gleeful.
"No, Mr. Filch, I wasn't skipping class! I'm just-"
"Don't give me those excuses, Granger; we both know you were skiving off. Oh, wait until I tell Dumbledore that a Prefect has been skiving off, and on the first day of term! Oh, he won't be happy," an awful smile of triumph spread across his face.
Hermione picked up her quills and was about to grab the broken ink bottle when Filch spoke again, "Don't be stupid, Granger. I'll clean up that mess later. You are going to the Headmasters office right now."
"But...but...Mr. Filch... I didn't do anything!" shouted Hermione desperately, Professor Flitwick stuck his head out of his class room door and said, "Shh!" then slammed the door shut again.
"Ohhh, now you've also disrupted classes!" Filch was practically bursting with glee, "Come on! To the Headmaster you go!" He grabbed her by the scruff of her robes and pulled her to her feet, then practically dragged her to the stone gargoyle that lead to the stairway to Dumbledore's office.
"Pumpkin Pasties!" he shouted, the gargoyle sprang to life and jumped aside revealing the staircase. Filch pulled her up it and knocked fiercely on the door. No one answered. Filch opened the door, the room was empty of life except for the presence of Fawkes, the phoenix.
"You'll wait for Professor Dumbledore here!" and then Filch took off down the stairs. Hermione took a deep breath; she would simply tell Dumbledore the truth that she hadn't been skiving off. He'd believe her. She dropped her bag and began to wander the office. She noticed an odd silver plate lying upon the desk, she walked over to it. She had never seen anything like it, or read about anything like this. It was a silver plate with engravings of 12 roman numerals and two lines pointing at the numbers, one longer than the other, there was a black line around the rim. She realized that it was a clock, but it couldn't have been. The hands were engraved into the metal, they couldn't move. Not to mention the fact that the dished part of the face was filled with swirling red liquid. She froze, was it blood? But it couldn't have been, this looked more fluid and was transparent. She looked at the black line again, it wasn't just a line, it was ancient runes, written so minuscule and close together that it simply looked like a solid line. She began to read what it said, from what she could tell it read, 'Thou who looks in this has a curious nature, Thou who looks in this is full of wonder, thou who looks in this must be very clever, Thou who looks in shall see.'
That couldn't be right, what did that mean? 'Thou who looks in shall see'? It was a clock full of red water! No, she told herself, this wasn't just a dish of red water, it was a very magical object, she should leave it be. But, if she could only just touch the swirling liquid, she could then be happy. She could then be satisfied. I wonder, she thought to herself as she placed a finger in the liquid, for a moment her body felt cold, then the world around her began to swim, her head was spinning and suddenly she was in the spinning fluid, she was falling, falling through the red liquid. Then, suddenly she was on the floor of Professor Dumbledore's office. Except it wasn't the same beautiful office that it had been seconds ago. This office clearly still belonged to Dumbledore, but it was a mess, everything was in disarray, and it looked like she was watching a movie, everything looked faded out, like a picture that has sat in the sun too long and has bleached out. She looked at herself, she wasn't faded.
How odd, she thought to herself, there must have been some kind of enchantment upon that liquid. "Hello?" she called. There was no answer. She crept out of Dumbledore's office, down the stairs and out into the corridor. She ran all the way to Gryffindor Tower, it seem as though no one could see her. She got to the picture of the fat lady then realized that she neither knew the password nor could the picture hear her, or see her. She didn't have to wait long though, because then she saw someone she knew very well, it was Ron.
"Braccae tuae aperiuntur," said Ron, and the door swung open. Hermione followed him in. The sight was quite different than the way Gryffindor Tower normally was, it was plastered with pictures of menacing looking witches an wizards that said 'Wanted: Dangerous Death Eater'. There were also large posters of Harry, Ron, Ginny, Katie Bell, and, to Hermione's great surprise, herself and a very attractive boy with brown hair that she didn't know, though he did look familiar at the same time. They were all on brooms, dressed in Gryffindor Quidditch robes. I'm on the Quidditch team, she thought to herself, what kind of strange world is this?
"Hey Granger!" she spun around at the sound of her name and Seamus's voice, but he wasn't talking to her, he was talking to the faded 'other' Hermione who had just climbed through the portrait hole, "Nice job, you scored twelve times! Not to mention Ginny's seven! It really wouldn't have mattered if Potter had or hadn't caught the snitch, but it was nice to win by 310 points wasn't it? Great match!"
The 'other' Hermione beamed, "Thanks Seamus." The other Hermione was quite a bit prettier than the real Hermione, her hair wasn't messy, it was neat, and there was something about her that just said "popular".
Then Ginny ands Harry entered, Ginny seemed to be begging Harry for something.
"Please, please Harry, won't you go out with me?" Said Ginny, it was rather pitiful to watch, "Please Harry! Just once!"
Harry sighed, "Ginny, I already have a girlfriend, you know that! So please, just shut up!" Hermione gasped, Harry would never be that cocky or rude! And, her heart missed a beat, he didn't have a scar. Harry Potter, was just a normal kid.
Ginny gasped and looked tearful, Harry sighed, "Gin, I'm sorry, but I told you, Cho is my girlfriend, I can't go out with you! I'm sorry!"
"Diggory was ready to kill him for taking his ex too!" said Lavander.
"Hey, Harry! Great catch! Didn't think you could pull that snitch right out from under Malfoy's fat nose!" called the boy that the real Hermione didn't know, he shook his shaggy hair out of his large blue eyes and carried a large armful of butterbeers and the Marauders Map through the portrait hole.
"Hey, how's it going Aaron?" shouted Harry.
"Why even ask," called Ron, "Black's always happy so long as he gets to whack bludgers at Malfoy!" Everyone laughed
Hermione felt like crying, this, this was Sirius's son! In this world, Harry had parents and Sirius was alive and married with a child! What world was this? Harry, Ron, herself, and Sirius's son, were, well, they were cool. They were the popular crowd. The people that other students wanted to be!
" 'Mione, come here," called Ron, beckoning to the 'other' Hermione.
She smiled and walked over to him, "Yeah? What do you want Weasley?" She seemed to be...well...flirting with Ron. But the real Hermione would never have been so...open, about it, she was much more subtle.
Ron smiled and kissed her, someone shouted, "Stop snogging the poor girl Weasley! Can't you tell she's suffocating?" There was a good deal of laughter, even the 'other' Hermione and Ron were laughing.
Sirius's son stood up with a butterbeer, "To a great match and, if I do say so myself, a great team!" A few other people grabbed butterbeers and cried, "Cheers!"
Suddenly things began to swim in front of her, she felt cold, and was then plunged back out of the swirling red liquid. And once again she was sitting on the floor of Dumbledore's office the real office, the neat tidy one. The office with a benignly smiling Professor Dumbledore looking down upon her.
"I- I'm real sorry, Professor...I didn't mean-" began Hermione, but Dumbledore put up one hand to silence her.
"Ms. Granger, I have found that when I leave my possessions simply lying around, students can't help but look at them. Though, I do suppose that you need an explanation for what you saw in my Evisnep. But first, have a seat and please explain to me why you are in my office," with a wave of his wand he conjured up a fluffy chintz armchair.
Hermione sat down and imeadiatly dove into the story of how Filch had found her in the halls and how she had been late to class. Once she had finished Dumbldore nodded his head, "As you may know, Mr. Filch sometimes gets overly excited, his story was one in which there were suites of armor flying at his cat and a wild chase in which you jinxed several of your peers."
Hermione blushed, "But none of that happened."
Dumbledore smiled, "So, would you like an explanation for the Evisnep is and what it does?" He pointed at the clock full of red liquid.
"Yes," said Hermione, "But professor, in the...the..."
"Evisnep," he said.
"Yes, Evisnep Sirius had a son."
Professor Dumbledore frowned, "Yes, yes, I saw that as well. You see Ms. Granger, the Evisnep is very my like a Pensive, only rather than putting memories in it, you put questions in it. It shows us one of the ways a situation could have happened. In this case my question had been 'I wonder what the world would be like if Voldemort hadn't attacked Harry that night?' so there is one of the possible endings. Though the ways it could unfold are endless, that is very close to what it could have been like. To be able to see into the Evisnep one must read the runes around the edge and then say, or think, the proper incantation, 'I wonder...'. Unless I am much mistaken, you had been wondering what the Evisnep was. But as the last question that I had slipped into the Evisnep was the one I had mentioned before, you fell into that one. Do you have anymore questions?"
Hermione's brain was bursting wit questions, 'Why had she never read about Evisnep's', 'Was the what the world would be like if Voldemort still lived', 'Did Sirius really have a son'. But Hermione only muttered, "No."
"Very well, you may leave I dare say that Transfiguration has long been over and you may have missed a good portion of Arithmacy as well. I would say that you had best skip off to lunch. I shall inform Professor McGonagall of the situation, and you are in no trouble at all. Good day," said Dumbledore. And with that Hermione left his office, pondering what could have been.
FYI, "Braccae tuae aperiuntur" means "Your fly is open" in Latin. For all of you smart people out there you may have noticed that Evisnep is pensive spelled backwards, pretty cool hun? Lol, I am so clever! So now you will all review, aww, come on! Review it please!!! I will update sooner if you do! And, just to make sure you follow through, another threat:
Cho: (points at Harry with a knife who is tied to a chair and gagged) Review or pay the ransom in chocolate frog cards! You have three seconds...three...two...one...oh Harry!
Harry: Help me!