A/N: caught up in the SB/HG pairing I guess I've become addicted… anyway.. along with it!
DiSCLAiMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS… JK ROWLiNG DOES.. AND If I DID OWN HP I WOULDN'T BE POSTiNG IT HERE!
A/N [AGAIN]: ah, sorry but I don't exactly love using Hermione in this story, but seeing as any other femme would be a bit.. horrible, I'll use her..
Heaven Sent
The stale air rushed around Hermione's face, causing her nose to wrinkle in disgust. Over the summer, Hermione had changed dramatically, the golden specks in her eyes became more pronounced, her bushy hair smoothed down a bit, and an alien figure took over Hermione's once child-like body. Not only had her physical appearance transformed, but also had her mind. The bookworm inside Hermione flourished, along with the adventure inside of her, but what had you expected from 6 years running around with a certain Boy-Who-Lived and his best friend, Ron Weasly.
Tonight, Hermione Granger smiled along side Harry and Ron in one of the many room of number 12 Grimmauld Place. Mrs. Weasly tutted around the room, discarding various instruments, occasionally shoo-ing Kreacher out of the room. Harry tackled a long black closet, where various cloaks and surprises remained. Ron approached the dusty, eaten curtains, where a family of doxies lurked. Hermione sat on a large, leathery chair, rummaging through various drawers, stacking random parchments, sorting various pens, and occasionally smashing a spider or two.
"Harry, Ron, look what I found!" Hermione traced the intricate design along the side of a silver box. It was big enough to fit in the palm of her hand, but being smarter than that, she placed it on the desk before her.
"Should we dump it?" Harry said as he leaned in for a closer look. Along the edges, faint letters were etched along the side.
Lorum epsu Black
Hermione slowly lifted the cover, a feeling of possession overcoming her hands. Inside the enchanted silver box, a swirl of silver and green sat like a puddle of water. Like a liquid, tiny ripples danced across the surface as the lid fell back upon the desk in a light 'thud'. Hermione, unknowing of what came over her, dipped a delicate finger into the pool.
She immediately regretted it. Hermione heard herself gasp as she felt her body contract into herself, drawing into the box, then moaned in pain as she expanded into her normal figure. She felt as if she was watching a scene from above, inspecting four blurred images race around a familiar field. Just as suddenly as the sensation disappeared, it was replaced with a heavy tug upon her neck; the thin chain of her Time-Turner weighed her down.
"Oh!" Hermione gasped, feeling herself plummet down to earth. The tiny figures below her seemed freeze slightly, as if the sudden movement she created caught their eye. The chain broke around Hermione's neck as she began to free-fall to the ground.
"Someone catch her!" A somewhat familiar voice called out. Hermione felt her wrist catch against something firm, and a sudden pop! filled the air. Pain seared through her arm, a numbing sensation crawling to her elbow.
"Bloody hell! At least try to hold on!" Hermione looked up to see a familiar face clutch her wrist.
"James!" Hermione shortly forgot about her arm, her eyes widening in amazement. She knew it wasn't Harry, despite the likeness, Harry's eyes were different, and his voice was a bit higher.
"How do you know my-" A rush of air blew towards Hermione as something caught her around her waist.
"Hello, love." A sly smirk lingered upon a familiar face, eyes traveling over her flushed face.
"Sirius!" He smiled, one hand clutching his broom, the other wrapped around her waist. He slowly descended unto the ground.
"I see my reputation upholds me…" He grinned, abandoning his broom and carrying Hermione towards the school entrance.
"Padfoot it's her wrist that's broken, not her legs!" Sirius smirked and turned his head behind him.
"I know!" He turned to face ahead of him as he trudged through the grounds.
"Uh, thank you very much but I'll be fine." Hermione climbed out of his hold and clutched her left arm dearly. Sirius shrugged and turned around.
"Hurry up! The girl hasn't got all day!" Three figures ran towards them, clutching their brooms.
"Hermione." She muttered, slowly making her way to the Entrance Hall. The four boys surrounded her, each one she could name.
"Sirius."
"James."
"Remus."
"Peter."
They introduced themselves, surrounding her, and helped her on her way to the school. Hermione smiled, struggled to push open the front doors until the four boys helped, and made her way up the spiral staircase to the hospital wing.
"You seem to know your way around the school, what house are you from?" Remus questioned. James ruffled his hair and extracted something golden and fluttering form his robe's pocket.
"Ah, I-" She began, pointedly looking away form their eyes.
"More importantly, how did an angel manage to fall so far away form heaven?" Hermione turned to the voice, and met the mesmerizing gray eyes of Sirius. Color rushed to her cheeks. They soon reached the door to the Infirmary and pushed the door open. Madam Pomfrey scowled.
"Which one of you boys harassed this poor girl!" She eyed each of the Marauders.
"She fell from the sky and I grabbed her wrist before she hit the ground!" James pocketed the Snitch hurriedly.
"Is this true deary?" Hermione nodded and cradled her arm. Madam Pomfrey examined it, and sent away the four boys.
"Skelebone!" She muttered. Hermione could feel her wrist pop! into place. Slowly, the feeling returned to Hermione's arm and she began to twist and turn her wrist.
"I need to see Professor Dumbeldore!" She rushed to the door, intent on an explanation.
"Hold on deary! I'll take you there, he's in his office." Together, they walked down the hall until they reached the stone gargoyles.
"Toffee Creams!" The gargoyles leapt aside and allowed them to enter the office.
"Why, hello Ms. Pomfrey! And who might you be?" Dumbeldore gazed expectantly at Hermione.
"Professor Dumbeldore! It's me! Hermione Gra-" Dumbeldore raised a hand to silence her.
"Perhaps it would be best if you began with how you came upon here." Hermione nodded and began to tell her story of the silver box, the weight of her Time Turner, and how she came upon Madam Pomfrey. Dumbeldore eyed her suspiciously.
"I believe you came upon a Memory Box, a Dark version of the Penesieve. It was meant to hold memories just the same, but it seems as if your Time Turner's purpose acted along with the Memory Box and sent you to the time of the memory. Ms. – Hermione, what year are you from?" Hermione bit her lip; she opened her mouth to speak but was silenced by Dumbeldore's hand again.
"Ah, perhaps it is best if you not tell me. The year is 1977 Ms. – Hermione, and any information you give me could alter the future. I assume that's the time form whence you came. Please, you may choose a new alias, for we might encounter again in the future." Hermione bit her lip again.
"I think I'll keep my first name, seeing as how it might be a problem getting used to a new one," Dumbeldore nodded at this, " so, I'll choose a new last name? Hermione… Hermione Gregors." Dumbeldore nodded and together they planned Hermione Gregors temporary stay at Hogwarts.
