Remembrance
By: Desiree Conway
Chapter Three: One Good Turn Should Do It
"Love is immortal."
---Buffy the Vampire Slayer
AN: Wow...I am really getting into this story. If I don't write chapter 12 of Mikayla's Legacy soon I am going to lose all my readers! AHHHH!!! I didn't expect to get so into this story! Thank you to my reviewers! I always appreciate hearing from you!
Roisin Dubh---I'll just say that instead of having a current sweetheart that she has had boyfriends before. I didn't think to make her have a boyfriend before she went back in time. That would have made for some very interesting plot lines....I would work it in now but the thing is is that if I did it would seem forced and not up to the two chapters that already posted. But I definitely see your point. I always imagined Hermione getting prettier. Emma Watson proves that theory LOL so....
Miriel216---I'm updating I promise! LOL
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A few days later, McGonagall asked Hermione to stay after class. Harry and Ron tried to linger too, but McGonagall shot them a stern look.
"For Merlin's sake you two I am not going to kidnap her. Go to your next class, Ms. Granger will not be far behind I assure you."
Blushing a bit, the other two members of the "Golden Trio" hastily took their leave.
McGonagall shook her head. "Honestly Ms. Granger you have two of the most over protective body guards Hogwarts has ever seen. They remind me of how Sirius Black and James Potter were when it came to Lily Evans. Once her and James started going out, it was a wonder the professors could have a word with her." The stern witch stopped suddenly, with the expression of one who had revealed too much. She looked anxiously at Hermione. The anxiety increased when Hermione spoke:
"Yeah, but they both loosened up when she hexed them out of sheer annoyance. She got detention, but she said later it was a detention she was willing to serve." she said suddenly.
McGonagall looked at her sharply. Hermione blinked, stunned. She would have no way of knowing that, but the look on McGonagall's face confirmed her statement.
"Professor?"
"I have something for you Ms. Granger." McGonagall walked briskly to her desk and pulled open a drawer.
"Professor? What just happened?"
"This came for you. A brand new model too, of which I am sure you will be very pleased." She handed Hermione a tiny package.
"My time-turner!" said Hermione enthusiastically, although what had just transpired was still foremost in her mind.
"Yes. It came yesterday. The Ministry had very little to say about you asking for this which is a good thing. Now I trust that nobody will be in such dire need that it will require you to use this to do anything but your class work?"
Hermione smiled. "I think so Professor."
"Good." She smiled a polite dismissal and Hermione hurried off.
McGonagall sighed and sat wearily at her desk. She had accidentally said too much and she knew it. It was her who had triggered the Granger girl's memory. She had to be more careful. She knew what would happen eventually. And she also knew that she was powerless to stop it because it had already happened. As much as she was tempted to deny Hermione the time turner and spare her and other people a lot of pain, Dumbledore had warned her after the whole incident to not interfere. McGonagall shook her head. This was the one time in her life where she had ever questioned Dumbledore's wisdom.
Hermione waited until she got to Gryffindor tower before she tore into the little package. She gasped in delight as she pulled out the time turner. It was so pretty, a tiny silver hour glass pendent on a delicate silver chain. She put it on and immediately tucked it into her robes, grabbed her books, and made a beeline for potions, knowing Snape was not going to be happy if she was late, and confident that McGonagall could get her out by saying she was with her if the need arouse.
"Please don't be late, please don't be late." She repeated as she sprinted towards the dungeons.
She was late. By two minutes. Like it mattered to Snape.
"Well Ms. Granger it's nice of you to join my class," the man said with his silky voice that terrified half the school. "Maybe today you will also be so kind as to let others answer my questions."
"Back off her!" shouted Ron, angrily standing up. Harry stood too.
Hermione gave them a desperate look that said: "SIT DOWN!" Lavender gave Ron's robes a solid yank and managed to pull him down. Harry remained standing until Lavender did the same thing to him.
A vindictive smile crossed Snape's face. "Well Potter and Weasley. I should have known you'd come to Ms. Granger's rescue. Maybe you would like to serve detention in her place? Yes, I knew you would." He turned and walked towards the front of the classroom, ignoring the glares of the two boys, black robes flaring dramatically. He turned around and looked at the two boys. "You may be the school's best Quidditch players, but in here you are nothing but two arrogant boys who think rules are beneath them. Oh and by the way, thirty points from Gryffindor."
The Gryffindors all gaped at him.
"Thirty points. Ten each for Potter and Weasley for class disruption, and ten for Ms. Granger, who decided to make a dramatic entrance."
Hermione glared at him. "I have an excuse. I was with Professor McGonagall."
"Ms. Granger that is no excuse. You were late. Period. Sit down now." The tone in Snape's voice left very little room to argue so she angrily took her seat next to Harry and Ron.
Nearby Draco Malfoy sniggered along with his wannabe girlfriend Pansy Parkinson. Hermione turned and out of frustration flipped them the bird, but being Purebloods, neither of them understood the insult.
A month into her new schedule, Hermione was seriously doubting her sense of judgment. As she struggled into the shoulder straps of her filled- to-bursting book bag, she wondered whether she should have just stuck with her original choice of being a teacher at Hogwarts. At this rate she wasn't even sure she wanted to be an Auror, much less go through the rigorous training that it required. Besides, NEWT level potions were a killer. And NEWT level charms weren't much better.
She wearily headed up to Gryffindor Tower in order to pick up her heavy book bag for Transfiguration, which she had dropped off before her flying lesson. (She had initially hated flying, but having two Quidditch loving best friends had forced her to be around brooms and she grew to have a deep respect for her second world's form of transportation. It was also an unmatched freedom, soaring through the sky like a bird with the wind in your hair. She wouldn't admit it to anyone because it was very un-Hermione- ish, but she secretly loved to fly. )
She picked up her bag from where it had been unceremoniously dumped onto her bed and pulled the time turner from beneath her robes. Technically, she had missed her Transfiguration lesson because her flying lesson was at the exact same time and of course she had been there, learning how to control her broom during long-distance flying.
Hermione smiled as she examined the pretty trinket. Onto transfiguration. She put her hand on the top of the hour glass and gave it a sharp turn to the left.
Suddenly, the world seemed to fall out from beneath her and she felt as though she were a tape in the VCR set on REWIND. Fast and faster and faster she went, and a rising panic filled her. This was taking far longer than it normally did. Her panic was reaching a breaking point when she found herself at the entrance to Professor McGonagall's classroom. With a sigh of relief and taking a moment to still her shaking body, she walked in.
Professor McGonagall looked up at her entrance and gave her a hard look. "May I help you?"
"Professor McGonagall...it's me, Hermione."
The elder witch's face softened instantly. "You must be new then. Have a seat please and then would you be so kind as to see me after class?"
"But—I'm not new." Hermione protested. She scanned the classroom quickly, looking for Harry and Ron, and Seamus and Dean and Neville and Lavender and Parvati, but for some reason, they were not to be seen. Desperate for a familiar face, she continued looking around the classroom and gasped as her eyes came to rest on four very familiar faces. But it was impossible...there was no way that they could be here.
For right before her eyes, were none other than, the Marauders. James Potter (he looked so much like Harry that it was uncanny), Sirius Black (her heart skipped a beat as she gazed at his handsome, though arrogant face), Remus Lupin (he was quite handsome, with sandy hair and a warm friendly face, same as it was when he got older, although none of the worry lined his face.), and—Hermione forced herself to not attack him—Peter Pettigrew (who already looked like he was a spy, with his nervous, beady eyes and constantly shifting head.) Also, sitting close by was a beautiful red head who Hermione instantly recognized as Lily. James's future wife and Harry's mother. All of them sitting casually in a classroom. All no more than seventeen years old. She shook her head, blinked, and looked at them. They were still there, and they were all staring at her with curiosity and a little excitement.
Hermione looked from them to McGonagall, who was looking rather irritated at the fact that Hermione was just standing in the middle of her classroom doing nothing, and back again, and realization dawned on her, though her mind kept trying to tell her it was impossible.
With a cry her hand flew up to her neck to rest on the delicate chain of the time turner. Without another word, she turned and fled the classroom and did not stop running until she was in an empty corridor that was both familiar and not. When she looked around she realized she was in the corridor that lead to Gryffindor Tower. She raced towards the comforting embrace of the Common room.
When she got to the fat lady she realized that she did not know the password to enter the portrait hole.
"Password?" intoned the fat lady.
"Ummm....I'm new here and I have not received the password yet. I just wanted to get a feel for the place."
"Well where do you come from Dear?" asked the fat lady politely.
Hermione thought quickly. She would have to say she as a transfer student, no other explanation was acceptable. But from where? Suddenly, she had it.
"Beauxbatons." She answered. Feeling pleased with herself.
"Beauxbatons?" repeated the fat lady with surprise. "But your accent..."
Again Hermione found herself between a rock and a hard place. Her quick thinking; however, saved her again. "I attended Beauxbatons for six years while my Mum and Dad were there for their jobs. I'm originally from here though."
"Very interesting." Replied the fat lady. "Anyways the password is Carpe Diem."
Hermione smiled at the familiar phrase and repeated it. With a slight bow the fat lady swung open the door to the portrait hole.
The routine comforted Hermione somewhat and she immediately sat down in her favorite arm chair (amazing, she thought, that it existed in this time.) and pulled the time turner from her robes. She looked at it, wondering how in the world it had brought her to the Hogwarts of the past. Well, no matter, she was getting out of here and she was doing it right now. She placed her hand on top of the hour glass and gave it a swift turn to the right. "Wait till I tell Harry, Ron, and Ginny about this," she said with a smile. The familiar feeling of life all around going in rewind came over her, and all too soon it was gone.
"That's odd," she thought. It had taken so much longer when she was being transported to the past. She took a glimpse of her surroundings and her heart sank. She was right back in front of the fat lady.
"Password?" she intoned once more.
Something was wrong. She had only managed to go back in time as far as ten minutes earlier. With a sigh Hermione once again told her she was new and that she was a transfer student from Beauxbatons. When Hermione finally made it through the portrait hole once again, she pulled out the time turner and carefully examined it to figure out what was wrong. She finally found it a few minutes later. A jagged, shallow depression on the top of the hour glass revealed what had gone wrong. The dial. She must have twisted too hard and too far in her exhaustion. She ripped the necklace off and threw it to the floor. She was now officially lost in the past.
TBC.......
Yes...I know that was a bit short. But its late and I am really tired. Plus that just seemed a good place to end it. Chapter four is going to be a bit delayed for two reasons: One is that I have to get chapter twelve up of Mikayla's Legacy, and two, is that a lot is going to happen in Chapter Four. I have a feeling this is going to be quite a long fic.... Thanks for all the wonderful reviews I have been getting!
By: Desiree Conway
Chapter Three: One Good Turn Should Do It
"Love is immortal."
---Buffy the Vampire Slayer
AN: Wow...I am really getting into this story. If I don't write chapter 12 of Mikayla's Legacy soon I am going to lose all my readers! AHHHH!!! I didn't expect to get so into this story! Thank you to my reviewers! I always appreciate hearing from you!
Roisin Dubh---I'll just say that instead of having a current sweetheart that she has had boyfriends before. I didn't think to make her have a boyfriend before she went back in time. That would have made for some very interesting plot lines....I would work it in now but the thing is is that if I did it would seem forced and not up to the two chapters that already posted. But I definitely see your point. I always imagined Hermione getting prettier. Emma Watson proves that theory LOL so....
Miriel216---I'm updating I promise! LOL
Khuu-Khuu---glad you like the story
Goth Princess---I loved your review! LOL Thanks for being my loyal reviewer!
Hermione21--- thank you for your review!
Haunted-Shadows---LOL you rock! Thanks for everything!
Dawn1---you were right, Chappie three wasn't far behind LOL and we shall see where the story goes......
Maggie black---I hope you enjoy the story! Thank you for your review.
DEDICATION: To whom else but Haunted-Shadows? I can't help it! Your reviews crack me up. (In a good way!) hope you like your chapter!
A few days later, McGonagall asked Hermione to stay after class. Harry and Ron tried to linger too, but McGonagall shot them a stern look.
"For Merlin's sake you two I am not going to kidnap her. Go to your next class, Ms. Granger will not be far behind I assure you."
Blushing a bit, the other two members of the "Golden Trio" hastily took their leave.
McGonagall shook her head. "Honestly Ms. Granger you have two of the most over protective body guards Hogwarts has ever seen. They remind me of how Sirius Black and James Potter were when it came to Lily Evans. Once her and James started going out, it was a wonder the professors could have a word with her." The stern witch stopped suddenly, with the expression of one who had revealed too much. She looked anxiously at Hermione. The anxiety increased when Hermione spoke:
"Yeah, but they both loosened up when she hexed them out of sheer annoyance. She got detention, but she said later it was a detention she was willing to serve." she said suddenly.
McGonagall looked at her sharply. Hermione blinked, stunned. She would have no way of knowing that, but the look on McGonagall's face confirmed her statement.
"Professor?"
"I have something for you Ms. Granger." McGonagall walked briskly to her desk and pulled open a drawer.
"Professor? What just happened?"
"This came for you. A brand new model too, of which I am sure you will be very pleased." She handed Hermione a tiny package.
"My time-turner!" said Hermione enthusiastically, although what had just transpired was still foremost in her mind.
"Yes. It came yesterday. The Ministry had very little to say about you asking for this which is a good thing. Now I trust that nobody will be in such dire need that it will require you to use this to do anything but your class work?"
Hermione smiled. "I think so Professor."
"Good." She smiled a polite dismissal and Hermione hurried off.
McGonagall sighed and sat wearily at her desk. She had accidentally said too much and she knew it. It was her who had triggered the Granger girl's memory. She had to be more careful. She knew what would happen eventually. And she also knew that she was powerless to stop it because it had already happened. As much as she was tempted to deny Hermione the time turner and spare her and other people a lot of pain, Dumbledore had warned her after the whole incident to not interfere. McGonagall shook her head. This was the one time in her life where she had ever questioned Dumbledore's wisdom.
Hermione waited until she got to Gryffindor tower before she tore into the little package. She gasped in delight as she pulled out the time turner. It was so pretty, a tiny silver hour glass pendent on a delicate silver chain. She put it on and immediately tucked it into her robes, grabbed her books, and made a beeline for potions, knowing Snape was not going to be happy if she was late, and confident that McGonagall could get her out by saying she was with her if the need arouse.
"Please don't be late, please don't be late." She repeated as she sprinted towards the dungeons.
She was late. By two minutes. Like it mattered to Snape.
"Well Ms. Granger it's nice of you to join my class," the man said with his silky voice that terrified half the school. "Maybe today you will also be so kind as to let others answer my questions."
"Back off her!" shouted Ron, angrily standing up. Harry stood too.
Hermione gave them a desperate look that said: "SIT DOWN!" Lavender gave Ron's robes a solid yank and managed to pull him down. Harry remained standing until Lavender did the same thing to him.
A vindictive smile crossed Snape's face. "Well Potter and Weasley. I should have known you'd come to Ms. Granger's rescue. Maybe you would like to serve detention in her place? Yes, I knew you would." He turned and walked towards the front of the classroom, ignoring the glares of the two boys, black robes flaring dramatically. He turned around and looked at the two boys. "You may be the school's best Quidditch players, but in here you are nothing but two arrogant boys who think rules are beneath them. Oh and by the way, thirty points from Gryffindor."
The Gryffindors all gaped at him.
"Thirty points. Ten each for Potter and Weasley for class disruption, and ten for Ms. Granger, who decided to make a dramatic entrance."
Hermione glared at him. "I have an excuse. I was with Professor McGonagall."
"Ms. Granger that is no excuse. You were late. Period. Sit down now." The tone in Snape's voice left very little room to argue so she angrily took her seat next to Harry and Ron.
Nearby Draco Malfoy sniggered along with his wannabe girlfriend Pansy Parkinson. Hermione turned and out of frustration flipped them the bird, but being Purebloods, neither of them understood the insult.
A month into her new schedule, Hermione was seriously doubting her sense of judgment. As she struggled into the shoulder straps of her filled- to-bursting book bag, she wondered whether she should have just stuck with her original choice of being a teacher at Hogwarts. At this rate she wasn't even sure she wanted to be an Auror, much less go through the rigorous training that it required. Besides, NEWT level potions were a killer. And NEWT level charms weren't much better.
She wearily headed up to Gryffindor Tower in order to pick up her heavy book bag for Transfiguration, which she had dropped off before her flying lesson. (She had initially hated flying, but having two Quidditch loving best friends had forced her to be around brooms and she grew to have a deep respect for her second world's form of transportation. It was also an unmatched freedom, soaring through the sky like a bird with the wind in your hair. She wouldn't admit it to anyone because it was very un-Hermione- ish, but she secretly loved to fly. )
She picked up her bag from where it had been unceremoniously dumped onto her bed and pulled the time turner from beneath her robes. Technically, she had missed her Transfiguration lesson because her flying lesson was at the exact same time and of course she had been there, learning how to control her broom during long-distance flying.
Hermione smiled as she examined the pretty trinket. Onto transfiguration. She put her hand on the top of the hour glass and gave it a sharp turn to the left.
Suddenly, the world seemed to fall out from beneath her and she felt as though she were a tape in the VCR set on REWIND. Fast and faster and faster she went, and a rising panic filled her. This was taking far longer than it normally did. Her panic was reaching a breaking point when she found herself at the entrance to Professor McGonagall's classroom. With a sigh of relief and taking a moment to still her shaking body, she walked in.
Professor McGonagall looked up at her entrance and gave her a hard look. "May I help you?"
"Professor McGonagall...it's me, Hermione."
The elder witch's face softened instantly. "You must be new then. Have a seat please and then would you be so kind as to see me after class?"
"But—I'm not new." Hermione protested. She scanned the classroom quickly, looking for Harry and Ron, and Seamus and Dean and Neville and Lavender and Parvati, but for some reason, they were not to be seen. Desperate for a familiar face, she continued looking around the classroom and gasped as her eyes came to rest on four very familiar faces. But it was impossible...there was no way that they could be here.
For right before her eyes, were none other than, the Marauders. James Potter (he looked so much like Harry that it was uncanny), Sirius Black (her heart skipped a beat as she gazed at his handsome, though arrogant face), Remus Lupin (he was quite handsome, with sandy hair and a warm friendly face, same as it was when he got older, although none of the worry lined his face.), and—Hermione forced herself to not attack him—Peter Pettigrew (who already looked like he was a spy, with his nervous, beady eyes and constantly shifting head.) Also, sitting close by was a beautiful red head who Hermione instantly recognized as Lily. James's future wife and Harry's mother. All of them sitting casually in a classroom. All no more than seventeen years old. She shook her head, blinked, and looked at them. They were still there, and they were all staring at her with curiosity and a little excitement.
Hermione looked from them to McGonagall, who was looking rather irritated at the fact that Hermione was just standing in the middle of her classroom doing nothing, and back again, and realization dawned on her, though her mind kept trying to tell her it was impossible.
With a cry her hand flew up to her neck to rest on the delicate chain of the time turner. Without another word, she turned and fled the classroom and did not stop running until she was in an empty corridor that was both familiar and not. When she looked around she realized she was in the corridor that lead to Gryffindor Tower. She raced towards the comforting embrace of the Common room.
When she got to the fat lady she realized that she did not know the password to enter the portrait hole.
"Password?" intoned the fat lady.
"Ummm....I'm new here and I have not received the password yet. I just wanted to get a feel for the place."
"Well where do you come from Dear?" asked the fat lady politely.
Hermione thought quickly. She would have to say she as a transfer student, no other explanation was acceptable. But from where? Suddenly, she had it.
"Beauxbatons." She answered. Feeling pleased with herself.
"Beauxbatons?" repeated the fat lady with surprise. "But your accent..."
Again Hermione found herself between a rock and a hard place. Her quick thinking; however, saved her again. "I attended Beauxbatons for six years while my Mum and Dad were there for their jobs. I'm originally from here though."
"Very interesting." Replied the fat lady. "Anyways the password is Carpe Diem."
Hermione smiled at the familiar phrase and repeated it. With a slight bow the fat lady swung open the door to the portrait hole.
The routine comforted Hermione somewhat and she immediately sat down in her favorite arm chair (amazing, she thought, that it existed in this time.) and pulled the time turner from her robes. She looked at it, wondering how in the world it had brought her to the Hogwarts of the past. Well, no matter, she was getting out of here and she was doing it right now. She placed her hand on top of the hour glass and gave it a swift turn to the right. "Wait till I tell Harry, Ron, and Ginny about this," she said with a smile. The familiar feeling of life all around going in rewind came over her, and all too soon it was gone.
"That's odd," she thought. It had taken so much longer when she was being transported to the past. She took a glimpse of her surroundings and her heart sank. She was right back in front of the fat lady.
"Password?" she intoned once more.
Something was wrong. She had only managed to go back in time as far as ten minutes earlier. With a sigh Hermione once again told her she was new and that she was a transfer student from Beauxbatons. When Hermione finally made it through the portrait hole once again, she pulled out the time turner and carefully examined it to figure out what was wrong. She finally found it a few minutes later. A jagged, shallow depression on the top of the hour glass revealed what had gone wrong. The dial. She must have twisted too hard and too far in her exhaustion. She ripped the necklace off and threw it to the floor. She was now officially lost in the past.
TBC.......
Yes...I know that was a bit short. But its late and I am really tired. Plus that just seemed a good place to end it. Chapter four is going to be a bit delayed for two reasons: One is that I have to get chapter twelve up of Mikayla's Legacy, and two, is that a lot is going to happen in Chapter Four. I have a feeling this is going to be quite a long fic.... Thanks for all the wonderful reviews I have been getting!