Good day gracious reader. Welcome to the forth chapter. Alas I am attempting to write longer chapters, and we shall see here if I succeed or fail miserably. As always reviews, remarks, comments, suggestions, insults, flames, criticisms and observations all accepted with glee.
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Disclaimer: I lack the mental capacity to create books such as Harry Potter, which therefore means I do not own them.
In the last chapter…
Placing his hand on Ron's shoulder he helped to heave his red haired friend into a standing position 'C'mon Ron, lets go find.' determination tainted his voice and ambition powered his steps as he strode, along with his friend, towards Hogwarts.
Chapter Four
"Er…its 1977" replied Hagrid.
She sprinted off leaving a very confused Hagrid in her wake. Muttering to himself in bewilderment, Hagrid stepped back inside of his hut and thought no more of the strange young girl.
Her breathing becoming unpleasantly erratic the further she ran, she slowed to a jog as she reached the Entrance Hall's great marble steps. Composing herself before she dared enter the Great Hall, she checked her now battered muggle wrist watch which read ten past eleven.
She was in luck, the majority of the students par any prefects or professors which may be on duty, would be sound asleep in their dormitories. Sticking to the shadows and treading lightly would be her only way to reach the headmasters office unnoticed and she silently blessed Harry and Ron wherever they may be for dragging her on their routine midnight outings back in their own time.
She felt a pang of fear, thinking of Harry and Ron. Where were they? Would they ever be reunited? Merlin forbid if the worse was to come, she hoped that they would survive this disastrous mission, and defeat Voldermort and save their generation and even past ones.
She had been walking absent mindedly while her mind was consumed with fear, angst and hope, and didn't realise she had strayed from the safety of the shadows until she hit something.
Something hard yet…invisible.
She stood rooted to the stop and focused on where she thought she felt something. Whipping out her wand she raised it threateningly.
"Who's there? It would be wise if you revealed yourself to me." She said dangerously, pointing her wand straight out in front of her.
The air shimmered slightly in front of her, slowly revealing black tussled hair sticking up in all angles…
Her eyes widened in shock. There standing in front of her was Harry's father. Identical to even the look of bewilderment on his face and the way his glasses were angled awkwardly on his nose. Except his eyes.
"James…" she muttered softly.
"Pardon?" He said giving her a quizzical look.
She shook herself mentally. She straightened up, dismissing his question and politely ask him to lead her to the Headmaster's office.
He slowly shook her head and said, "Erm ok, do you mind putting this over you? I'm not supposed to be out in the corridors at this time." He said carefully.
She cracked a smile at him and saw him visibly relax as he pulled the cloak over them. He had to stoop quite a bit because of their height difference to make sure there feet were covered. They walked in a somewhat uncomfortable silence until they reached the familiar gargoyle guarding the Headmasters office.
"Bring her in please Potter" came the unmistakable cheery voice of Albus Dumbledore.
James led her in past the guard and helped her mount the moving spiral staircase. She vaguely remembered Harry telling her about the Headmasters office, full of trinkets and his uncanny ability to know the exact moment you would arrive.
The circular room didn't disappoint. If the wall didn't provide a home for a sleeping portrait it was graced by a towering bookshelf seemingly bulging with knowledge. Hermione chastened her self for momentarily losing concentration for the matter in hand. Questions first, borrowing books later.
Dumbledore sat smiling behind his desk in a pair of crisp white pyjamas. Unusual for a man who customarily preferred the brighter colours of the spectrum.
"Thank you James, you may now return to your dormitory." He said freely, smiling at the young boy.
"Yes Headmaster." James replied only slight concerned that his hunger would have to wait till morning. He was to curious about this girl he walked into. Sure he hadn't meant to, he just got temporarily distracted by his thoughts instead of focusing on were he was heading. Who was she? He could of sworn she said his name when she first looked at him.
Back in the Headmaster's office, Hermione had already launched into her detailed story of her accident with time travelling and arriving it the wrong year. She became quite hysterical by the end of her tale, overwhelmed by sudden feelings of despair and hopelessness.
"Shhh my child. I will find a way to send you back to your time as soon as possible. But it may take a while. Therefore I think worthy that you to carry on your studies for the time being while I solve this problem." He smiled gently at her. She knew he would understand.
"I do believe that a re-sorting is in order, just to confirm that your current position in your house in this year." He bought over the worn and tatty hat that was previously sitting on a high bookshelf collecting dust.
Confident that nothing would have changed she placed the hat firmly on her head and waited.
