Remembrance
By: Desiree Conway
Chapter Four: The Domino Effect
"You haven't the first idea how unforgiving the universe has become and I
will not allow you to learn at my expense."
----Tyr Anasazi
AN Okay....maybe I should put a warning and say that this is going to be quite the sad story. I don't have all of it in m head, but just from the
direction it is going...its going to be a bit angsty. You've been warned.
Oh and I'm sure everyone knows this and all but just to cover my ass, I don't own any of the Marauders (boy do I wish) Hermione, Hogwarts and blah blah blah. I am not JK Rowling; I merely love her and her characters and
wanted to have a bit of fun. Also, I revised Chapter One. Its just one line. It is because I changed the
story a bit and I wanted the first chappie to correspond to the later chappies. So there you go! I recommend reading it just so the rest of the
story makes sense.
DEDICATION: To Chris Renson...whose beautiful smile made going to work at Red
Lobster worth it.
NOW ON WARD TO THE STORY!!! YAY!!! crowd cheers
Hermione collapsed in her chair and began to sob. How could she, sensible, reliable Hermione, let herself get so tired that she would end up in a Hogwarts of the past? And what was more, the dial was broken on her time turner and she had no way of getting home. Her life, her friends...even if she ever did see them again she would be years older than them. And suddenly another thought came to her: when she reached 1984 would she just cease to be? She stopped crying instantly and jumped up from her chair. She had to find a way to get back home, before something terrible happened that would alter the future irreparably. She thought for a moment and snapped her fingers.
Dumbledore.
He would know exactly how to get her home. It seemed like such a simple solution that she wondered why she of all people hadn't thought of it right away.
Wasting no more time she grabbed the time turner from where she had thrown it and tore out of the portrait hole and ran to Dumbledore's office and to home.
She reached the gargoyle statue out of breath. She looked up at it and realized that she had no idea what the password was. Remembering Dumbledore's sweet tooth she began calling out various treats.
"Chocolate Frog!" she cried. Nothing.
"Lemon drop, Droobles, Bertie Botts, Fizzing Whizbees, Ice Mice," she was growing desperate as the gargoyle still had not moved. "Honey Dukes---"
"Cauldron Cake," said a calm, well known voice from behind her. Hermione watched for a moment as the gargoyle rose, revealing the spiral steps that lead to Dumbledore's office, and whirled around.
"I believe," said Albus Dumbledore with a smile, "the word you are looking for is Cauldron Cake."
She could only stare at him, this younger Dumbledore who hadn't changed a bit from the Dumbledore she knew.
"Professor Dumbledore, I need your help," she said desperately. He nodded thoughtfully.
"Yes...I gathered as much." He looked at her with that ever present twinkle in his eyes and began to ascend the stairs, pausing only to motion her to follow him.
When they were at last inside the comfortable, beautifully furnished office, Dumbledore motioned for Hermione to take a seat and he himself sat behind the large mahogany desk.
"Now, tell me who you are please and why you need my help."
For a moment, as she looked into the calm, friendly face, Hermione was tempted to lie. She could hardly believe what had happened, how could she expect Dumbledore to believe her? She shook her head. If she were going to get home she had to tell him the truth. She took a deep breath and told him everything.
When she finished Dumbledore did not say anything for a few minutes. Hermione began to fear that he might not believe her when he said:
"I believe you Miss Granger."
A wide smile crossed her face. "You do? Then you'll help me?"
Dumbledore sighed. "Miss Granger, the time turner you have shown me is far more advanced than the ones we have now. I am afraid that we can not send you back without the aid of your own time turner. However," he added seeing her face fall, "I will find a way to help you. I will talk to the staff and we will see what can be done. In the mean time, if you will tell me your schedule I will make it the exact same for you. I see you are a Gryffindor, very well, a Gryffindor you shall stay."
Hermione just nodded meekly. She was numb, not really caring what happened to her now. Her friends. Her family. They must be so worried. Her time, going on ahead without her. What would happen if she could not get back before 1984? Harry, Ron, Ginny, Lavender, Hagrid...she missed them already. Tears began to form in her eyes, but she refused to cry in the presence of the Headmaster. Instead she asked:
"What happens when 1984 comes around? Professor, will I disappear for good?"
Dumbledore couldn't tell her what he knew for fact. He knew he probably should, but he felt a deep and immediate fondness for the girl that he couldn't quite explain, and he did what he thought would ease her dread a little.
"I am not sure. Something like this has never happened before Miss Granger."
Hermione was about to reply when all of a sudden, McGonagall burst in.
"Headmaster there is a strange new student and—" she stopped as she caught sight of Hermione.
"Minerva, I would like you to meet Hermione Granger. She is a very special addition to Hogwarts." He turned politely to Hermione. "If you will excuse us Miss Granger, Professor McGonagall and I have quite a lot to talk about."
Hermione nodded. "Thank you Professor, for believing my story." She walked out.
Minerva McGonagall looked at Albus Dumbledore. "Who is she Albus?"
Dumbledore replied in the maddening calm voice he always had. "She is who I said she is Minerva. Her name is Hermione Granger. She is from the future."
Hermione headed up once more to Gryffindor tower. Head down and deep in thought, she did not notice the small group of people until she collided with the nearest one.
Everything happened in an instant.
Her collision with one body caused a domino effect. The person she had tripped into hit another, a leg flew out and caught Hermione, causing her to trip and land into another person. Strong arms wrapped around her as she was knocked of her feet and fell hard to the stone floor, a deep grunt of pain mingling with hers.
When she carefully opened her eyes to look around, she found herself staring into a pair of concerned hazel eyes, in a face that looked very much like Harry's. With a start she realized that she was staring at James Potter.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry," Hermione said at once. She looked around and saw that amidst the books and papers she was sitting amongst the Marauders. And that she had inadvertently caused this minor disaster. James was sprawled in front of her, Remus Lupin sat next to him, Peter Pettigrew had gotten the worst of it, practically landing flat on his face. (Like I care, thought Hermione) and Sirius---Sirius was no where to be found.
"You know, I normally like it when pretty girls are on top of me but not when my ass is getting bruised by a stone floor." Said a deep voice in Hermione's ear. She felt a thrill go up her spine and slowly turned around, wincing slightly as she did so. She found herself face to face with Sirius Black.
She almost did not recognize him. Up close he took her breath away. His dark brown eyes were a light with mischief and there was no trace of the shadows that had lurked in them. (Of course. He was surrounded by his best friends and thought he had his whole life ahead of him.) His skin was dark from being outside in the sun, his hair was full and thick and a beautiful ebony color. He had broad shoulders, and she blushed as she remembered the strength in his arms. It had been he who had caught her. His jaw was clearly defined, his nose straight and fine. The graceful mouth was at the moment curled in a sexy smirk, (I can't think my best friend's Godfather is sexy,) Hermione mentally slapped herself. But it was the truth. He was exceptionally handsome, and even bookish Hermione was not immune to him. He was beautiful. He reminded her of the stories she had read about Adonis. The description fit to a T.
"I-I'm sorry" she stammered again, and made to get up. Suddenly, a hand extended to her and she looked up to see James. He was smiling warmly at her.
"Thanks," she said gratefully as she took his hand. It was like taking Harry's. She turned to look at Sirius who was carefully getting up.
"You pack quite a punch," he said jokingly to Hermione. He made a show of examining himself.
"I am afraid to ask what happened here." Said a light female voice. The rest of the boys got up and turned toward the voice. Lily Evans was standing in front of them.
"As well you should be Red," said Sirius with a grin.
Lily rolled her beautiful green eyes. "Anyways, you what are you four doing? Terrorizing the new girl?"
"Actually Lils," said James, slinging an affectionate arm about her shoulders, "she terrorized us."
Hermione blushed even though she knew that James was just teasing. The other three boys laughed at James's comment. Lily gently removed James's arm from her shoulders and approached Hermione. She studied her for a moment and then said:
"You're the girl who ran out of McGonagall's class."
Hermione blushed harder but nodded.
Lily smiled warmly at her. "It's alright. She was a bit sore but she'll get over it. She's a nice lady even though she's a bit stern. Anyways, I'm Lily Evans."
Hermione instantly liked Lily. The girl was warm and friendly and caring. And there was a sense of humor in her that set her stunning eyes sparkling. It was obvious she laughed a lot from the ever present smile on her lips. She was also one of the prettiest girls Hermione had ever seen. Her thick red hair hung loose to fall like a henna colored curtain to the middle of her back. Her nose was slightly turned up and was lightly dusted with freckles. She was fair skinned and petite, about Hermione's size, and was well toned and slender.
"Hermione. Hermione Granger."
"That's pretty," replied Lily. "And these blokes," she said gesturing to the four very interested boys, "are my boyfriend James Potter, our resident Casanova, Sirius Black," (at this Sirius took a deep bow, a wide grin on his handsome features) "Remus Lupin, bookworm extraordinaire," (Remus smiled.) "and Peter Pettigrew," (Peter gave Hermione a small, shy smile, which she returned though it hurt to do so.
"Well now that that's settled," Lily said briskly, "let's get out from the middle of the hallway. We have an hour to relax before dinner and I for one want to do just that." She began to pick up the papers that were strewn around the floor. The boys immediately began to help her and a moment later, so did Hermione.
So there you go guys.....Hermione's first meeting with the Marauders, especially Sirius. Hope you enjoy and I will try to make the chappies longer....I promise you all it will all make sense in the bigger picture! ---Romula.....
By: Desiree Conway
Chapter Four: The Domino Effect
"You haven't the first idea how unforgiving the universe has become and I
will not allow you to learn at my expense."
----Tyr Anasazi
AN Okay....maybe I should put a warning and say that this is going to be quite the sad story. I don't have all of it in m head, but just from the
direction it is going...its going to be a bit angsty. You've been warned.
Oh and I'm sure everyone knows this and all but just to cover my ass, I don't own any of the Marauders (boy do I wish) Hermione, Hogwarts and blah blah blah. I am not JK Rowling; I merely love her and her characters and
wanted to have a bit of fun. Also, I revised Chapter One. Its just one line. It is because I changed the
story a bit and I wanted the first chappie to correspond to the later chappies. So there you go! I recommend reading it just so the rest of the
story makes sense.
DEDICATION: To Chris Renson...whose beautiful smile made going to work at Red
Lobster worth it.
NOW ON WARD TO THE STORY!!! YAY!!! crowd cheers
Hermione collapsed in her chair and began to sob. How could she, sensible, reliable Hermione, let herself get so tired that she would end up in a Hogwarts of the past? And what was more, the dial was broken on her time turner and she had no way of getting home. Her life, her friends...even if she ever did see them again she would be years older than them. And suddenly another thought came to her: when she reached 1984 would she just cease to be? She stopped crying instantly and jumped up from her chair. She had to find a way to get back home, before something terrible happened that would alter the future irreparably. She thought for a moment and snapped her fingers.
Dumbledore.
He would know exactly how to get her home. It seemed like such a simple solution that she wondered why she of all people hadn't thought of it right away.
Wasting no more time she grabbed the time turner from where she had thrown it and tore out of the portrait hole and ran to Dumbledore's office and to home.
She reached the gargoyle statue out of breath. She looked up at it and realized that she had no idea what the password was. Remembering Dumbledore's sweet tooth she began calling out various treats.
"Chocolate Frog!" she cried. Nothing.
"Lemon drop, Droobles, Bertie Botts, Fizzing Whizbees, Ice Mice," she was growing desperate as the gargoyle still had not moved. "Honey Dukes---"
"Cauldron Cake," said a calm, well known voice from behind her. Hermione watched for a moment as the gargoyle rose, revealing the spiral steps that lead to Dumbledore's office, and whirled around.
"I believe," said Albus Dumbledore with a smile, "the word you are looking for is Cauldron Cake."
She could only stare at him, this younger Dumbledore who hadn't changed a bit from the Dumbledore she knew.
"Professor Dumbledore, I need your help," she said desperately. He nodded thoughtfully.
"Yes...I gathered as much." He looked at her with that ever present twinkle in his eyes and began to ascend the stairs, pausing only to motion her to follow him.
When they were at last inside the comfortable, beautifully furnished office, Dumbledore motioned for Hermione to take a seat and he himself sat behind the large mahogany desk.
"Now, tell me who you are please and why you need my help."
For a moment, as she looked into the calm, friendly face, Hermione was tempted to lie. She could hardly believe what had happened, how could she expect Dumbledore to believe her? She shook her head. If she were going to get home she had to tell him the truth. She took a deep breath and told him everything.
When she finished Dumbledore did not say anything for a few minutes. Hermione began to fear that he might not believe her when he said:
"I believe you Miss Granger."
A wide smile crossed her face. "You do? Then you'll help me?"
Dumbledore sighed. "Miss Granger, the time turner you have shown me is far more advanced than the ones we have now. I am afraid that we can not send you back without the aid of your own time turner. However," he added seeing her face fall, "I will find a way to help you. I will talk to the staff and we will see what can be done. In the mean time, if you will tell me your schedule I will make it the exact same for you. I see you are a Gryffindor, very well, a Gryffindor you shall stay."
Hermione just nodded meekly. She was numb, not really caring what happened to her now. Her friends. Her family. They must be so worried. Her time, going on ahead without her. What would happen if she could not get back before 1984? Harry, Ron, Ginny, Lavender, Hagrid...she missed them already. Tears began to form in her eyes, but she refused to cry in the presence of the Headmaster. Instead she asked:
"What happens when 1984 comes around? Professor, will I disappear for good?"
Dumbledore couldn't tell her what he knew for fact. He knew he probably should, but he felt a deep and immediate fondness for the girl that he couldn't quite explain, and he did what he thought would ease her dread a little.
"I am not sure. Something like this has never happened before Miss Granger."
Hermione was about to reply when all of a sudden, McGonagall burst in.
"Headmaster there is a strange new student and—" she stopped as she caught sight of Hermione.
"Minerva, I would like you to meet Hermione Granger. She is a very special addition to Hogwarts." He turned politely to Hermione. "If you will excuse us Miss Granger, Professor McGonagall and I have quite a lot to talk about."
Hermione nodded. "Thank you Professor, for believing my story." She walked out.
Minerva McGonagall looked at Albus Dumbledore. "Who is she Albus?"
Dumbledore replied in the maddening calm voice he always had. "She is who I said she is Minerva. Her name is Hermione Granger. She is from the future."
Hermione headed up once more to Gryffindor tower. Head down and deep in thought, she did not notice the small group of people until she collided with the nearest one.
Everything happened in an instant.
Her collision with one body caused a domino effect. The person she had tripped into hit another, a leg flew out and caught Hermione, causing her to trip and land into another person. Strong arms wrapped around her as she was knocked of her feet and fell hard to the stone floor, a deep grunt of pain mingling with hers.
When she carefully opened her eyes to look around, she found herself staring into a pair of concerned hazel eyes, in a face that looked very much like Harry's. With a start she realized that she was staring at James Potter.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry," Hermione said at once. She looked around and saw that amidst the books and papers she was sitting amongst the Marauders. And that she had inadvertently caused this minor disaster. James was sprawled in front of her, Remus Lupin sat next to him, Peter Pettigrew had gotten the worst of it, practically landing flat on his face. (Like I care, thought Hermione) and Sirius---Sirius was no where to be found.
"You know, I normally like it when pretty girls are on top of me but not when my ass is getting bruised by a stone floor." Said a deep voice in Hermione's ear. She felt a thrill go up her spine and slowly turned around, wincing slightly as she did so. She found herself face to face with Sirius Black.
She almost did not recognize him. Up close he took her breath away. His dark brown eyes were a light with mischief and there was no trace of the shadows that had lurked in them. (Of course. He was surrounded by his best friends and thought he had his whole life ahead of him.) His skin was dark from being outside in the sun, his hair was full and thick and a beautiful ebony color. He had broad shoulders, and she blushed as she remembered the strength in his arms. It had been he who had caught her. His jaw was clearly defined, his nose straight and fine. The graceful mouth was at the moment curled in a sexy smirk, (I can't think my best friend's Godfather is sexy,) Hermione mentally slapped herself. But it was the truth. He was exceptionally handsome, and even bookish Hermione was not immune to him. He was beautiful. He reminded her of the stories she had read about Adonis. The description fit to a T.
"I-I'm sorry" she stammered again, and made to get up. Suddenly, a hand extended to her and she looked up to see James. He was smiling warmly at her.
"Thanks," she said gratefully as she took his hand. It was like taking Harry's. She turned to look at Sirius who was carefully getting up.
"You pack quite a punch," he said jokingly to Hermione. He made a show of examining himself.
"I am afraid to ask what happened here." Said a light female voice. The rest of the boys got up and turned toward the voice. Lily Evans was standing in front of them.
"As well you should be Red," said Sirius with a grin.
Lily rolled her beautiful green eyes. "Anyways, you what are you four doing? Terrorizing the new girl?"
"Actually Lils," said James, slinging an affectionate arm about her shoulders, "she terrorized us."
Hermione blushed even though she knew that James was just teasing. The other three boys laughed at James's comment. Lily gently removed James's arm from her shoulders and approached Hermione. She studied her for a moment and then said:
"You're the girl who ran out of McGonagall's class."
Hermione blushed harder but nodded.
Lily smiled warmly at her. "It's alright. She was a bit sore but she'll get over it. She's a nice lady even though she's a bit stern. Anyways, I'm Lily Evans."
Hermione instantly liked Lily. The girl was warm and friendly and caring. And there was a sense of humor in her that set her stunning eyes sparkling. It was obvious she laughed a lot from the ever present smile on her lips. She was also one of the prettiest girls Hermione had ever seen. Her thick red hair hung loose to fall like a henna colored curtain to the middle of her back. Her nose was slightly turned up and was lightly dusted with freckles. She was fair skinned and petite, about Hermione's size, and was well toned and slender.
"Hermione. Hermione Granger."
"That's pretty," replied Lily. "And these blokes," she said gesturing to the four very interested boys, "are my boyfriend James Potter, our resident Casanova, Sirius Black," (at this Sirius took a deep bow, a wide grin on his handsome features) "Remus Lupin, bookworm extraordinaire," (Remus smiled.) "and Peter Pettigrew," (Peter gave Hermione a small, shy smile, which she returned though it hurt to do so.
"Well now that that's settled," Lily said briskly, "let's get out from the middle of the hallway. We have an hour to relax before dinner and I for one want to do just that." She began to pick up the papers that were strewn around the floor. The boys immediately began to help her and a moment later, so did Hermione.
So there you go guys.....Hermione's first meeting with the Marauders, especially Sirius. Hope you enjoy and I will try to make the chappies longer....I promise you all it will all make sense in the bigger picture! ---Romula.....