Sorry to all those who wanted that to be the end of this fic, sorry to say
there is still a lot more to go, I still have to make this a romance fic.
Now that the groundwork is laid, I can start concentrating on the good
stuff.
Thanks to every one who's been reading.
Also I still need a beta tester. Any takers please email me.
Special Note To those who want to get a feel of what I feel the story
should go I will be adding a suggested song per chapter. This is the song
that I write the chapter too, enjoy.
This chapters song is: How by Lisa Loeb
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Hermione Granger felt her life become one with space and time. Lights mixed with winds of blue, green, crimson and gold flashed around her. She was no longer a living creature of the earth. Her soul belonged to time and time saw fit that she stay in its web.
Her soul would rest now, she could be at piece, she would never know what would happen in the battle on earth, she would never join those she loved at the gates of heaven but time didn't allow her to care. Her soul was time's now, not bound for heaven or hell, she was erased from the coil and now floated through a dizzy swarm of colors and unborn life and death.
She was happy now.
He soul smiled deep with in its self it smiled. A true smile, one that she hadn't felt the need to show in little less then a year.
She was happy now.
Then the world began to twist and turn, black lightning, red thunder, blue sun, green water crashed into her. Filling her with feeling once again. She screamed as white-hot pain surged through the wisp of soul that she was and tossed in the fabric of time as it slowly took her back into the coil.
She just wanted to be at piece, She just wanted to be happy.
Time it would seem was not finished playing with her yet.
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With a boom of thunder a bolt of lightning that shook the earth, a body crashed to the earth in the middle of a street. With a thud, Hermione Granger hit the black pavement. Great drops of heavy sodden rain fell on her, soaking her thick black and silver trimmed robes, and what ever clothing she was wearing underneath. Only thing was she didn't know how she had gotten the robe, or where she was.
She scrapped her fingers on the black ashfault of the road, letting her face and front of her body feel the solidness of reality.
Reality.
She was alive?
Confused and battered, feeling like her body had been stretched she cried, cried for memories, cried for the fact that she wasn't aloud to rest yet.
She lay like that for hours, just crying in the middle of an empty street, the only light was a dim orange street lamp glowing overhead.
Soon the storm subsided and the moon came out, shinning like silver sun only wisps of clouds kept it from being blinding.
"Get up Hermione." She whispered to herself, as a chill ran up and down her body. The night was not warm and she was soaked to the bone.
Slowly she forced herself up onto her legs; they however had different ideas. Like a child learning how to walk her legs teetered and she fell back to the ground.
"Shit!" she cried in pain as her body hit the pavement. She tried to get up again and again. Her muscles it would seem would not support her.
It was as if she had never used them before. Her body felt so different, why though she had only been gone for no more then an hour. Her body felt so much longer, her skin less heavy, she felt so much weaker.
"Excuse me? Do you need any help?" came a gruff but gentle voice of a man as he came into view. He had just come out of a great, strange looking house. Resembling something like Ronald Weasleys house, only more modern and less poverty stricken.
With out looking at the man Hermione replied. " I'm having trouble standing, I.. I don't think I can get up"
The man knelt down beside her and put her arm around his broad muscular shoulders.
"Common I'll give ya a hand."
"Thanks." She whispered, then looked up.
The man had short almost roman cut ash black hair, only slightly shaggy, he had strong features, and handsome eyes. He almost had a wolfish or dog look about him and was immensely handsome and tall which Hermione found out when he stood up taking her with him she had to stretch to keep her arm around his shoulders.
He looked so familiar.
"Do you think you can walk if I hold on to you?" he asked, something was so familiar about the man.
" I think so." she stopped and just about fell over when she tried.
"Guess not" laughed the man; it was his laugh that sparked her memories. The laugh that had been directed at her misfortunes for almost six months.
" Oh my god! SIRIUS BLACK?" she screamed.
The man was so startled at this that he let go of her, and she fell to the ground.
"Ouch!" she cried as she hit the curb of the road.
"Gods sorry, are you O.K.? " Sirius mumbled as he kneeled down beside her.
" I'm fine.Black is that really you? My gods you're so different. you're all grown up. " She whispered trying to focus on his features to be sure it was him. He was so many older, maturer thens she had last seen him.
"Ya its me.. Umm do I know you? How do you know my name?" he asked with uncertainty.
" Black how the hell can you not know me? You tried to make my life hell at Hogwarts every chance you got!" she laughed and cried at the same time.
" I'm sorry but that doesn't help me much." He laughed.
" Black! Its me, the Slytherin Muddblood as you used to call me. Black its Hermione!" she whispered.
He took in a breath and his features grew serious. "That's not funny. Hermione Granger died almost 12 years ago."
" 12 years. That can't be, I was only gone an hour." Hermione begain to hyperventalate. "But that can't be possible. were's Dumbledore, I need to see Dumbledore." She began to try to get up but fell down again.
"Hey calm down." Soothed black.
" I, I don't believe this. I can't be dead.. I'm not dead! I'm Hermione Ann Granger! I'm right here! " She ranted and cried.
"Look miss you must have hit your head, common let's get you inside." With that Black picked her up in his strong arms and carried the now shaking woman to the large house that he had originally come out off.
Hermione just lay there in his arms in a state of depression and shock. Is this punishment, is that why I'm here, punishment for trying to help those I cared about.
Her mind flashed back to apparently 12 years ago when she was part of the Slytherin trio, when she had befriended a shy raven claw girl and helped out a werewolfish Gryffindor.
Then no matter what she tried her memories returned to her last week at Hogwarts, how she was stripped and beaten, betrayed, and almost rapped.
" I wish I could see them again." she whispered.
Black stopped walking and looked down at the woman in his arms. They were now standing under the porch light of the house and he could now get a better look at the girl.
"Who?" he asked softly.
She just huffed and looked up at him. Blacks eyes widened in shock and he almost fell over in surprise. The temper, the wild though now longer chestnut hair, the fiery hazel eyes.
" My gods. Granger?" he mumbled.
Her eyes lit up and a small smile came over her features, even though this was Black some one she hated to almost an art she couldn't help smile at the fact that he recognized her.
" I told you so.." She whispered.
This chapters song is: How by Lisa Loeb
~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~
Hermione Granger felt her life become one with space and time. Lights mixed with winds of blue, green, crimson and gold flashed around her. She was no longer a living creature of the earth. Her soul belonged to time and time saw fit that she stay in its web.
Her soul would rest now, she could be at piece, she would never know what would happen in the battle on earth, she would never join those she loved at the gates of heaven but time didn't allow her to care. Her soul was time's now, not bound for heaven or hell, she was erased from the coil and now floated through a dizzy swarm of colors and unborn life and death.
She was happy now.
He soul smiled deep with in its self it smiled. A true smile, one that she hadn't felt the need to show in little less then a year.
She was happy now.
Then the world began to twist and turn, black lightning, red thunder, blue sun, green water crashed into her. Filling her with feeling once again. She screamed as white-hot pain surged through the wisp of soul that she was and tossed in the fabric of time as it slowly took her back into the coil.
She just wanted to be at piece, She just wanted to be happy.
Time it would seem was not finished playing with her yet.
~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~
With a boom of thunder a bolt of lightning that shook the earth, a body crashed to the earth in the middle of a street. With a thud, Hermione Granger hit the black pavement. Great drops of heavy sodden rain fell on her, soaking her thick black and silver trimmed robes, and what ever clothing she was wearing underneath. Only thing was she didn't know how she had gotten the robe, or where she was.
She scrapped her fingers on the black ashfault of the road, letting her face and front of her body feel the solidness of reality.
Reality.
She was alive?
Confused and battered, feeling like her body had been stretched she cried, cried for memories, cried for the fact that she wasn't aloud to rest yet.
She lay like that for hours, just crying in the middle of an empty street, the only light was a dim orange street lamp glowing overhead.
Soon the storm subsided and the moon came out, shinning like silver sun only wisps of clouds kept it from being blinding.
"Get up Hermione." She whispered to herself, as a chill ran up and down her body. The night was not warm and she was soaked to the bone.
Slowly she forced herself up onto her legs; they however had different ideas. Like a child learning how to walk her legs teetered and she fell back to the ground.
"Shit!" she cried in pain as her body hit the pavement. She tried to get up again and again. Her muscles it would seem would not support her.
It was as if she had never used them before. Her body felt so different, why though she had only been gone for no more then an hour. Her body felt so much longer, her skin less heavy, she felt so much weaker.
"Excuse me? Do you need any help?" came a gruff but gentle voice of a man as he came into view. He had just come out of a great, strange looking house. Resembling something like Ronald Weasleys house, only more modern and less poverty stricken.
With out looking at the man Hermione replied. " I'm having trouble standing, I.. I don't think I can get up"
The man knelt down beside her and put her arm around his broad muscular shoulders.
"Common I'll give ya a hand."
"Thanks." She whispered, then looked up.
The man had short almost roman cut ash black hair, only slightly shaggy, he had strong features, and handsome eyes. He almost had a wolfish or dog look about him and was immensely handsome and tall which Hermione found out when he stood up taking her with him she had to stretch to keep her arm around his shoulders.
He looked so familiar.
"Do you think you can walk if I hold on to you?" he asked, something was so familiar about the man.
" I think so." she stopped and just about fell over when she tried.
"Guess not" laughed the man; it was his laugh that sparked her memories. The laugh that had been directed at her misfortunes for almost six months.
" Oh my god! SIRIUS BLACK?" she screamed.
The man was so startled at this that he let go of her, and she fell to the ground.
"Ouch!" she cried as she hit the curb of the road.
"Gods sorry, are you O.K.? " Sirius mumbled as he kneeled down beside her.
" I'm fine.Black is that really you? My gods you're so different. you're all grown up. " She whispered trying to focus on his features to be sure it was him. He was so many older, maturer thens she had last seen him.
"Ya its me.. Umm do I know you? How do you know my name?" he asked with uncertainty.
" Black how the hell can you not know me? You tried to make my life hell at Hogwarts every chance you got!" she laughed and cried at the same time.
" I'm sorry but that doesn't help me much." He laughed.
" Black! Its me, the Slytherin Muddblood as you used to call me. Black its Hermione!" she whispered.
He took in a breath and his features grew serious. "That's not funny. Hermione Granger died almost 12 years ago."
" 12 years. That can't be, I was only gone an hour." Hermione begain to hyperventalate. "But that can't be possible. were's Dumbledore, I need to see Dumbledore." She began to try to get up but fell down again.
"Hey calm down." Soothed black.
" I, I don't believe this. I can't be dead.. I'm not dead! I'm Hermione Ann Granger! I'm right here! " She ranted and cried.
"Look miss you must have hit your head, common let's get you inside." With that Black picked her up in his strong arms and carried the now shaking woman to the large house that he had originally come out off.
Hermione just lay there in his arms in a state of depression and shock. Is this punishment, is that why I'm here, punishment for trying to help those I cared about.
Her mind flashed back to apparently 12 years ago when she was part of the Slytherin trio, when she had befriended a shy raven claw girl and helped out a werewolfish Gryffindor.
Then no matter what she tried her memories returned to her last week at Hogwarts, how she was stripped and beaten, betrayed, and almost rapped.
" I wish I could see them again." she whispered.
Black stopped walking and looked down at the woman in his arms. They were now standing under the porch light of the house and he could now get a better look at the girl.
"Who?" he asked softly.
She just huffed and looked up at him. Blacks eyes widened in shock and he almost fell over in surprise. The temper, the wild though now longer chestnut hair, the fiery hazel eyes.
" My gods. Granger?" he mumbled.
Her eyes lit up and a small smile came over her features, even though this was Black some one she hated to almost an art she couldn't help smile at the fact that he recognized her.
" I told you so.." She whispered.