Ephona: Thanks, I will
Miss Elvira Dark: I'm glad I impressed you. Slytherin thanks you
Elra of Mirkwood: well I haven't really had more time. My Acc English teacher, gave us twelve chapters to read of Dickens and thirty pages of Rinaldi, and a journal two write every day, but I got it up as soon as I could. Mrs. Godfrey's class is killer
Tina: Thanks!
DK: glad you like it. I got it up as soon as I could
Shelliesnape: There's going to be much more Severus when they get back to school. I made Hermione a Slytherin for a reason. Smiles evilly.
Gywnn-Potter: Dogs rule, don't they? Again, this is as soon as I could get it up, sorry.
Hermione's eyes grew wide as she took in the sight of the train. It was burning black and she saw a student in one of the windows. She ran to the train, shouting a spell. The side of the train, by the compartment where a student was trapped, tore off and Hermione pulled the girl out. The girl was shivering and crying. Hermione held the girl back against her, still staring at the flames. Doyle barked at the fire, in little yipes, as if that would make it stop.
At a scream, she thrust the girl back into Sirius' arms, before he could run in trying to be the hero. She muttered a spell and apperated onto the train, looking around. "Where are you!" she called.
"IN HERE!" the voice screamed back.
"Alohamora!" she called, running for the compartment door. It was thrown open before she even reached it. She grabbed the arm of the young student and apperated off the train.
"Alaira, what are we going to do?" Sirius demanded.
"I-I don't know," Hermione frowned. "Damn it," she muttered. Only a few students were scattered about the platform. She looked at them, then at the sky where the dark mark began to appear.
"Why didn't you know that this was going to happen?" Sirius snapped.
"It shouldn't have. I must be the reason it did," Hermione said, suddenly realizing it herself.
"James, get the students out of here. Take them to Diagon Alley," Hermione said, quickly, picking up Doyle and handing him to James. The little puppy barked at her, not wanting to leave, but James kept a good grip on him.
James nodded, hurrying off, after shouting for the other students to follow him, and leave everything else behind.
Sirius stood at Hermione's side, standing straight, looking at her, as if she knew what to do.
Hermione's wand shot up, as they heard someone apparate. It was Severus Snape. He held up both hands, showing that he didn't have his wand in hand.
"You saved my life, I save yours, Howard," he said, placing his hand on both shoulders, ignoring Sirius' wand raising to the side of his head.
"I managed to leave the meeting early. Get out of here, before they come," he said, before disappearing again. Hermione grabbed Sirius' arm and apperated. When they appeared in the Leaky Cauldron, she fell to her knees. She never was a strong apperator, even after passing the test, and doing it three times in five minutes made her power dwindle.
"Alaira, are you all right?" Sirius asked, crouching beside her.
"Tom, James will be here soon with the students from Hogwarts. Can you keep them here and safe? Voldemort has attacked Platform 9 and three-quarters," Hermione said, standing. The young man flinched at Voldemort's name, but nodded, looking very pale.
"What are we going to do?" Sirius asked.
"Nothing, except help the muggle-born first years. They do not know what the dark mark looks like. The mark will keep away wizards, but not muggles or muggleborns," Hermione said, quickly.
"You can't apparate again!" he exclaimed when she grabbed his shoulder.
"Then apparate us, oh wait, you can't," Hermione glared, venomously.
"Fine, I will, but if you get splinched it's not my fault," Sirius snapped.
"To the alley beside Kings Cross, the apparation point," Hermione stated. Sirius nodded, and wrapped an arm around her waist. She decided to ignore that for now, and they appeared seconds later outside kings cross. Screams came from inside.
"Revelus Magi," she whispered, swishing her wand, going to the edge of the alley. Yellow lights began to swirl around every single muggle, green swirled around two pure-blood wizards running towards kings cross, blue around the scattered half-bloods and a brilliantly shining red swirled dangerously around the muggle-born witches and wizards, two small children near the door, looking around, quite frightened.
Hermione ran towards them and threw them into Sirius' arms, turning to their muggle parents that had just-tinted orange lights around them, showing that they had the tiniest amount of magic in them.
"I am the Head Girl at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry. I also work for the Order of the Phoenix, who fights against that mark right there. Sirius Black is taking your children to Diagon Alley, and if you value your lives, you will get out of here, now," she said, swiftly. They stared at her, dumbstruck, the two pairs of wide-eyed terrified parents. "RUN!" she shouted at them. They did. Sirius disappeared with the two students.
Hermione ran at the pure-blood pair trying to run for the station. "Your child is in Diagon Alley if he or she was here five minutes ago," she told them. They nodded, glancing at the Head Girl badge, and disapperating.
She began running to the halfbloods and telling them to take themselves to Diagon Alley. Some had students with them, some were looking horrified at Kings Cross, thinking their children were in there, but soon, Hermione had made sure the only lights around were yellow and a few orange, which meant they had the capability to have a wizard child.
She turned towards the door of Kings Cross, and held up her hands. A Gryffindor-Red shield sprung up in the doorway, just as a masked Death Eater appeared at the door.
"Well, if it isn't Lucius Malfoy," she muttered, not knowing how she knew it was him.
"Alaira Howard," came an angry reply. More death Eaters began to appear at the door, throwing spells at the barrier. Terrified muggles began running every-which-way behind Hermione, but she closed her eyes, concentrating every last bit of her power on the barrier. She heard pops all around her and she opened her eyes, looking around, being careful to keep the barrier up. Order members had begun to surround her reinforcing the barrier with their own wands.
"Looks like you have no way of getting through," Sirius scoffed at them.
"So it would seem," a masked death eater said, turning swiftly to go back to the platform where they could apperate away. The barrier with all the order members prevented any apparation in the area.
"Again, Alaira, good show," Sirius said, clapping her on the back.
"My bloody name is Hermione, Sirius Black. It's not difficult to understand!" she shouted at him. "Besides, I didn't do anything any other Order Member wouldn't have."
"What do you mean any other?" Sirius frowned.
"Never mind… Damn it," she cursed. "Headmaster, this wasn't supposed to happen. They must have been here for me," Hermione muttered. "I have never heard of an attack on Platform Nine and three quarters," Hermione said.
"You're changing more than you thought by being here, Miss Howard," Dumbledore pondered, darkly.
"Much more and now I believe, it's irreversible," Hermione rubbed her temple, tiredly.
"They've probably destroyed the train," she pointed out. "How are we going to get the students safely to Hogwarts?"
"They're safe?" Dumbledore let out an audible sigh of relief.
"Of course they are. What kind of head girl do you think I am?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "The students were my first priority. I just hope we got them all out," she mumbled. She began to get disoriented by all the green, blue and red lights around her. She waved her wand, muttering, "Finite Incantatem."
"What did you cast?" Dumbledore asked, curiously.
"A revelus magi," Hermione replied, pocketing her wand. "So I could make sure the muggle-borns got out, and that the full-and-half-blood parents knew their children were at Diagon Alley."
"Very clever," Dumbledore nodded. He started to lead the group of Order Members towards the station and aurors began apparating all around them, following them without question.
Muggle bodies were scattered all over the station. "Maybe I shouldn't have taken it off," she muttered, almost gagging at the sight of so many dead bodies. "Revelus Magi," she said, softly. Dim yellow lights floated over the dead bodies. There were a few orange, but no actual wizards or witches. "Finite Incantatem," she mumbled.
"They're all muggles," she stated, completely sure, to Dumbledore, who nodded gravely.
"I hope you won't mind my leaving, but I don't have a strong stomach for this," Hermione said, feebily.
"Of course, Remus, escort Miss Howard to Headquarters," Dumbledore ordered, briskly.
If Hermione hadn't been feeling so sick, she might have laughed at the sight of the young Remus Lupin. He had curly blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. He was, in a word, adorable. He offered her his arm, always the gentleman, which she looped her own through and he apperated them from the horrible sight of all those dead bodies, littered about the station.
"So you're her?" he studied her face carefully, when they appeared in a bright building, with all white walls. It was a large place, the entrance hall. It had a beautiful chandelier and a marble staircase leading up to the next floor, ten feet above. "You're Alaira Howard?" he pressed.
"Yes, I'm Alaira Howard. So, I see you've been speaking with Sirius and James," she said. He nodded, tentatively. "Then you know that I go by Hermione," she stated. Again, he nodded.
"Maybe you could teach Sirius how to use that name," she muttered.
"Sirius? Learn?" he gave her a funny look, leading her into the large white kitchen in the next room. She chuckled, feebly at his attempt at humor. He led her to a table, where she sat. She rested her head in her arms on the table.
"So, is that the first dead body you've seen?" he asked.
"No, I've seen plenty since the summer of my fifth year," Hermione muttered, then suddenly scolded herself. Telling him the future, no matter how vague, was extremely wrong.
"You were only sixteen?" he frowned, sympathetically.
"Indeed," she nodded. She thought about Sirius, and how they had thought he was dead when he fell in the well. Obviously they had been mistaken. "Ya since he's the one who tried to stop me from playing with the hourglass," she thought.
"Would you like something to eat?" Remus asked, going to the fridge.
"Are you serious, I'm going to lose what I didn't eat this morning," Hermione said, dizzily.
"Suit yourself. I'm going to have a bit of cereal," Remus stated.
"What is it with men and food?" she inquired.
"Just instinct I guess," Remus shrugged, offering her a slight smirk.
She shook her head. "He's odd in the future, he's odder now. What was I expecting?" she thought to herself, slightly amused.
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