Hello Everyone... this is a story i have ALWAYS wanted to write... since the first RL/HG i ever read... i just never knew how i would get the couple together... now i know the whole "Time" fic thing has been done so many times its like a New York hooker... but it's also become a sort of "Right of passage" for every Harry Potter writer... so here is mine!!
WARNING:: This is going to be a Remus Hrmione fic... if you don't like that then you have my permission to leave this page immideatly... if i get ONE flame about this pairing... i will get my wand out and HEX YOU INTO OBLIVION!!! There is also going to be some dark stuff in here... lots of death and pain... both emotional and physicall.... so you've been warned
DISCLAIMER:: I do not own Harry Potter... but i do however own Remus Lupin and Hermione Granger.... no really!!.... i traded JKR my pet Fido for them... hehehe... bye bye Fido!!!! not really... but i can dream can't i?
Okay everyone... enjoy my 3rd fic... TIME AFTER TIME
Chapter One
The Sands of Time
"RON! NO!!" Hermione's blood ran cold as she watched Ron's lifeless body fall to the ground with a sickening thud. Behind her, she heard an evil laugh from a derranged man, but she had forgotten all about him, her worst fears becoming realities.
"Ron, please... you have to get up." she pleaded with him, but the life had drained from his body, his eyes: cold and glassey.
A metallic stench filled her nose as Ron's blood oozed from a critical wound to the back of his head... but that wasn't even thecause of his death; Ron had met his end at the same hand as so many before him... Voldemort.
"Hermione!" there was a screaming of curses from a twisted voice but she didn't even have time to flinch. Harry flung himself on top of her, protecting her from the deadly hex fired at her back. Herry's dead weight slumped on top of her, and he didn't move.
"Oh please, Merlin, no..." her mind seemed to shut off at the thought of them dead. The countless nights she spent awake praking to the Goddess it wouldn't end this way.... but here they all were, countless bodies lying motionless on the cold unwelcoming floor.
Voldemort cackled wickedly at the remains of the boy-who-lived. Hermione barely had time to think before she was on her feet.
"YOU BLOODY BASTARD! Not Harry too! You can't take them all from me!!" Hermione screamed at the laughing form of Lord Voldemort. "You CAN'T take EVERYONE from me!"
Voldemort raised his wand aiming straight between her eyes, but her rage gave her a burst of adrenaline that would not be surpassed. Her fist collided with the side of his face knocking Voldemort off his feet. He started to get up, his suprise at her attack never showing in his dark snake-like eyes.
But Hermione was on top of him, wrenching his wand out of his hands and hurling it across the room.
"You evil son-of-a-bitch! You killed them! You killed them ALL! Why cant you just DIE?" each word spoken with such malice Voldemort could actually feel it burning like fire in his heart.
Hermione hit him with all the force she could muster, and felt the bones in her right hand crack, but with them, the bones in Voldemorts jaw.
He flung her off his chest and sat up coughing blood, his eyes wide enough to be almost comical.
Hermione whipped her wand out of her robes and shouted the most terrible curse she could think of.
"AVADA KEDAVRA" it rolled off her tongue with the sole purpouse of giving her the revenge for millions of people, and their strength came with it. A jet of green sparks exploded from Hermione's wand almost causing her to drop it in suprise, but she could feel the hopes of those who had lost their lives as if they were standing behind her, casting it as well.
Voldemort began to writhe in agony, as if under the cruciatus curse, his screams echoed around the wide room magnifing over until the room shook with fear. Hermione fell to the ground, clutching her ears, the sound seemed to be drilling into her skull, but her eyes remained glued to the squirming body. She couldn't have closed them if she wanted to.
Voldemort's body gave one last shudder, then all was silent.
Hermione suddenly felt more alone than she ever had in her entire life... more so even than when she found out Voldemort had killed her parents, but being here, being the last one standing she wanted nothing more than to be dead with them. She didn't think she could survive anymore pain. Not after living this nightmare.
"Her-hermione..." a croaking voice behind her made Hermione turn fast on her heels. It was Harry, he had pulled himself into a sitting position but blood was pooling around him and he swayed with dizzyness.
"Oh, Harry! " she ran to his side, the lifeless body of the once proud Lord Voldemort long forgotten.
Hermione wrapped her arms around him, muttering softly in his ears. She pulled back when the warmth of his blood touched her fingers.
She looked at them with wide disbelieving eyes.
Harry coughed, "Hermione, please, do me one last favor."
Hermione looked into his pleading eyes and nodded. Tears begining to form in the corners of her eyes. "Anything."
"Take me... to... the veil.."
Hermione gasped. "No Harry! There's still time, you can't leave me here alone." she sobbed into his shoulders. "Don't leave me here alone..."
"Please Hermione. I want to be with him." Harry choked and sputtered, knowing his time was growing short.
Hermione didn't have to ask who Harry was refering to. She begged him to live.
"Please..." Harry choked out, pulling her face from his shoulders and gazing into her warm brown eyes. "For me?"
Hermione nodded, a single tear sliding down her cheek.
Harry closed his eyes, "Thank you." Hermione stayed with him just like that untill the last breath left his lips. Then she began to sob uncontrollably. She kissed Harry's forehead and pointed her wand at his body.
"Mobilicorpus" he bagan to levitate slightly above the ground, guided by Hermione, and led toward the center of the room.
She stopped her breath hitching in her throat. The voices beyond the veil called to her... in the voices of those lost in battle. Hermione daren not get any closer.
Harry's head lolled to the side, Hermione's vision blurred with tears as she levitated his body the last few feet behind the point of no return.
Hermione collapsed and buried her face in her hands, after all she had been through, though, crying didn't seem to be enough. She began to beat her fists against the cold marble floor, until the pain in her broked hand reached an extreme.
Hermione stood shakily in the silent room. The very air she breathed smelled of death. She looked at all the lifeless bodies aroud her... Death Eaters and Order members alike... Tonks... Snape... Dumbledore... Remus... Ron.... Ron. Hermione ran over to him and muttered a spell under her breath.
"Ennervate" ... Ron didn't move. "Oh please Merlin, ENNERVATE!" but Ron did not wake up... and Hermione felt like something in her heart had shattered forever.
She suddenly wanted more than anything to just be out of that room, so she ran. Her blood stained robes billowing out behind her.
Hermione found herself in the room filled, or rather lined, with doors. As it began to spin she considered her options.
'Where can i go?' she cried to herself 'What do i even have to live for anymore?' The shock of that last thought stirred something deep inside of her. Something she had not wanted to admit she felt since the day Voldemort killed her parents.
The room slowed and stopped. 'I should be dead in there with Harry.'
Hermione turned round and round, trying to pick out the door she had just came through. She opened the door directly behind her... but of course, it had changed.
"Look at me, I can't even kill myself properly!" she cried harder as rage overtook her again.
Hermione truged into a room lined with shelf after shelf of time turners.
'I know! I can go back in time and save them!' A sense of overwhelming happieness overtook her as she thought of the lifeless bodies in the veil room laughing and smiling again. She picked a time turner off the nearest shelf, her stomach dropped, but, what could she acomplish... if she saw herself running out of the ministry screaming about turning back the other way- she would assume it was Voldemort trying to trick them all... and that wouldn't help anything. Hermione threw the tiny golden necklace to the ground where it shattered. She grabbed her wand and aimed at the shelves to her right, "Reducto!" The entire shelf was reduced to nothing but a pile of broken glass and sand. The sands of time.
Hermione fell to the floor in despair... she was getting nowhere. She would just have to go back into the circular room and try to find the door to the veil.
She rose, dusted the sand off her robes, turned, and walked towards the door.
Behind her the sands from the broken time turners began to swirl and pulse like a far off heart beat.
Hermione stopped and looked down; the sands had moved like water and encircled her feet, slowly sliding up her legs threatening to engulf her entire body. She screamed and struggled to get away... but she found her body paralized. The pulising of the sand grew louder in her ears until Hermione could feel it reverberating through her very bones.
The sands slid up around her neck...
'So... cold'
Hermione closed her eyes, as the world arould her dissappeared. She remembered a voice faintly in her head.
"If you could go back and change it all...... would you?"
Once the sands had settled... her body was gone.
Hermione fluttered her eyes open, blinking stupidly at the world around her.
'Hogwarts'
Tears stung the corners of Hermione's eyes and she wiped them vigerously trying to focus on the room, her vision remained blurred but she would have known it had she been blind.
'It IS Hogwarts! How did I get here?'
Hermione touched her forehead gingerly as she tried to suppress the images of Harry's dead body from her mind.
'He was so cold'
"Oh, good then, you are awake!" Madam Pomphery bustled into the room pursing her lips at Hermione and handing her a slightly bubbling potion.
"This should help with the pain, dear. You've been through quite a rough treatment it looks like."
Hermione accepted the potion gratefully drinking it in one gulp, preferring not to think about what it could be. She smiled faintly as her entire body started to tingle.
Madame Pomphery checked her over nodding curtly.
"Oh, well... i guess i should inform you that the boy who found you has been waiting for you to awaken. I daresay i almost kicked him out multiple times during the last few hours." She chuckled.
Hermione's eyes started focusing a little better and she noticed something was ... different about Madame Pomphery. She looked........ younger.
'That's absurd' Hermione shook her head instantly regretting it. She collapsed back into the pillow closing her eyes as someone laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, are you alright?"
Hermione opened her eyes and screamed.
The poor raven haired boy practically jumped out of his skin. "Sheesh, woman, don't scare me like that!"
Hermione leapt out of bed, her eyes wide and disbelieving. She ran a hand through the boys hair, knowing she wouldn't believe he was real if she didn't.
"Harry?"
The boy gawked at her as two more about the same age came bounding into the room.
"James! Is she up yet?" they stopped dead when they saw her no only awake, but cornering their best friend.
Hermione let the words sink in. 'James? ..... but.......' She suddenly felt dizzy.
"Geeze, Prongs what did you do to her?" the sandy brown haired boy piped up from the doorway.
Hermione looked from face to increasingly familiar face... then the world fell dark again.
A/N:: OMG You guys i am SOOO pissed off at my muse, Bynx right now... i was up till about 10:30pm just sitting at my computer typing out pure CRAP. I swear he was vacationing on Mars or something. Anyways... the bloody bastard wakes me up at 2:00 IN THE MORNING, with ideas that wouldn't leave me alone untill i had this chapter written.... now i'll bet i cant get back to sleep... i am SO gonna kill that little bastard. Anyways... I PROMISE this is going to be a Remus Hermione shipper... but i just need to set up some things before i can let Hermione find happieness again... i know... im evil... but bear with me... the fluffieness will come.
NOW REVIEW!!!!
WARNING:: This is going to be a Remus Hrmione fic... if you don't like that then you have my permission to leave this page immideatly... if i get ONE flame about this pairing... i will get my wand out and HEX YOU INTO OBLIVION!!! There is also going to be some dark stuff in here... lots of death and pain... both emotional and physicall.... so you've been warned
DISCLAIMER:: I do not own Harry Potter... but i do however own Remus Lupin and Hermione Granger.... no really!!.... i traded JKR my pet Fido for them... hehehe... bye bye Fido!!!! not really... but i can dream can't i?
Okay everyone... enjoy my 3rd fic... TIME AFTER TIME
Chapter One
The Sands of Time
"RON! NO!!" Hermione's blood ran cold as she watched Ron's lifeless body fall to the ground with a sickening thud. Behind her, she heard an evil laugh from a derranged man, but she had forgotten all about him, her worst fears becoming realities.
"Ron, please... you have to get up." she pleaded with him, but the life had drained from his body, his eyes: cold and glassey.
A metallic stench filled her nose as Ron's blood oozed from a critical wound to the back of his head... but that wasn't even thecause of his death; Ron had met his end at the same hand as so many before him... Voldemort.
"Hermione!" there was a screaming of curses from a twisted voice but she didn't even have time to flinch. Harry flung himself on top of her, protecting her from the deadly hex fired at her back. Herry's dead weight slumped on top of her, and he didn't move.
"Oh please, Merlin, no..." her mind seemed to shut off at the thought of them dead. The countless nights she spent awake praking to the Goddess it wouldn't end this way.... but here they all were, countless bodies lying motionless on the cold unwelcoming floor.
Voldemort cackled wickedly at the remains of the boy-who-lived. Hermione barely had time to think before she was on her feet.
"YOU BLOODY BASTARD! Not Harry too! You can't take them all from me!!" Hermione screamed at the laughing form of Lord Voldemort. "You CAN'T take EVERYONE from me!"
Voldemort raised his wand aiming straight between her eyes, but her rage gave her a burst of adrenaline that would not be surpassed. Her fist collided with the side of his face knocking Voldemort off his feet. He started to get up, his suprise at her attack never showing in his dark snake-like eyes.
But Hermione was on top of him, wrenching his wand out of his hands and hurling it across the room.
"You evil son-of-a-bitch! You killed them! You killed them ALL! Why cant you just DIE?" each word spoken with such malice Voldemort could actually feel it burning like fire in his heart.
Hermione hit him with all the force she could muster, and felt the bones in her right hand crack, but with them, the bones in Voldemorts jaw.
He flung her off his chest and sat up coughing blood, his eyes wide enough to be almost comical.
Hermione whipped her wand out of her robes and shouted the most terrible curse she could think of.
"AVADA KEDAVRA" it rolled off her tongue with the sole purpouse of giving her the revenge for millions of people, and their strength came with it. A jet of green sparks exploded from Hermione's wand almost causing her to drop it in suprise, but she could feel the hopes of those who had lost their lives as if they were standing behind her, casting it as well.
Voldemort began to writhe in agony, as if under the cruciatus curse, his screams echoed around the wide room magnifing over until the room shook with fear. Hermione fell to the ground, clutching her ears, the sound seemed to be drilling into her skull, but her eyes remained glued to the squirming body. She couldn't have closed them if she wanted to.
Voldemort's body gave one last shudder, then all was silent.
Hermione suddenly felt more alone than she ever had in her entire life... more so even than when she found out Voldemort had killed her parents, but being here, being the last one standing she wanted nothing more than to be dead with them. She didn't think she could survive anymore pain. Not after living this nightmare.
"Her-hermione..." a croaking voice behind her made Hermione turn fast on her heels. It was Harry, he had pulled himself into a sitting position but blood was pooling around him and he swayed with dizzyness.
"Oh, Harry! " she ran to his side, the lifeless body of the once proud Lord Voldemort long forgotten.
Hermione wrapped her arms around him, muttering softly in his ears. She pulled back when the warmth of his blood touched her fingers.
She looked at them with wide disbelieving eyes.
Harry coughed, "Hermione, please, do me one last favor."
Hermione looked into his pleading eyes and nodded. Tears begining to form in the corners of her eyes. "Anything."
"Take me... to... the veil.."
Hermione gasped. "No Harry! There's still time, you can't leave me here alone." she sobbed into his shoulders. "Don't leave me here alone..."
"Please Hermione. I want to be with him." Harry choked and sputtered, knowing his time was growing short.
Hermione didn't have to ask who Harry was refering to. She begged him to live.
"Please..." Harry choked out, pulling her face from his shoulders and gazing into her warm brown eyes. "For me?"
Hermione nodded, a single tear sliding down her cheek.
Harry closed his eyes, "Thank you." Hermione stayed with him just like that untill the last breath left his lips. Then she began to sob uncontrollably. She kissed Harry's forehead and pointed her wand at his body.
"Mobilicorpus" he bagan to levitate slightly above the ground, guided by Hermione, and led toward the center of the room.
She stopped her breath hitching in her throat. The voices beyond the veil called to her... in the voices of those lost in battle. Hermione daren not get any closer.
Harry's head lolled to the side, Hermione's vision blurred with tears as she levitated his body the last few feet behind the point of no return.
Hermione collapsed and buried her face in her hands, after all she had been through, though, crying didn't seem to be enough. She began to beat her fists against the cold marble floor, until the pain in her broked hand reached an extreme.
Hermione stood shakily in the silent room. The very air she breathed smelled of death. She looked at all the lifeless bodies aroud her... Death Eaters and Order members alike... Tonks... Snape... Dumbledore... Remus... Ron.... Ron. Hermione ran over to him and muttered a spell under her breath.
"Ennervate" ... Ron didn't move. "Oh please Merlin, ENNERVATE!" but Ron did not wake up... and Hermione felt like something in her heart had shattered forever.
She suddenly wanted more than anything to just be out of that room, so she ran. Her blood stained robes billowing out behind her.
Hermione found herself in the room filled, or rather lined, with doors. As it began to spin she considered her options.
'Where can i go?' she cried to herself 'What do i even have to live for anymore?' The shock of that last thought stirred something deep inside of her. Something she had not wanted to admit she felt since the day Voldemort killed her parents.
The room slowed and stopped. 'I should be dead in there with Harry.'
Hermione turned round and round, trying to pick out the door she had just came through. She opened the door directly behind her... but of course, it had changed.
"Look at me, I can't even kill myself properly!" she cried harder as rage overtook her again.
Hermione truged into a room lined with shelf after shelf of time turners.
'I know! I can go back in time and save them!' A sense of overwhelming happieness overtook her as she thought of the lifeless bodies in the veil room laughing and smiling again. She picked a time turner off the nearest shelf, her stomach dropped, but, what could she acomplish... if she saw herself running out of the ministry screaming about turning back the other way- she would assume it was Voldemort trying to trick them all... and that wouldn't help anything. Hermione threw the tiny golden necklace to the ground where it shattered. She grabbed her wand and aimed at the shelves to her right, "Reducto!" The entire shelf was reduced to nothing but a pile of broken glass and sand. The sands of time.
Hermione fell to the floor in despair... she was getting nowhere. She would just have to go back into the circular room and try to find the door to the veil.
She rose, dusted the sand off her robes, turned, and walked towards the door.
Behind her the sands from the broken time turners began to swirl and pulse like a far off heart beat.
Hermione stopped and looked down; the sands had moved like water and encircled her feet, slowly sliding up her legs threatening to engulf her entire body. She screamed and struggled to get away... but she found her body paralized. The pulising of the sand grew louder in her ears until Hermione could feel it reverberating through her very bones.
The sands slid up around her neck...
'So... cold'
Hermione closed her eyes, as the world arould her dissappeared. She remembered a voice faintly in her head.
"If you could go back and change it all...... would you?"
Once the sands had settled... her body was gone.
Hermione fluttered her eyes open, blinking stupidly at the world around her.
'Hogwarts'
Tears stung the corners of Hermione's eyes and she wiped them vigerously trying to focus on the room, her vision remained blurred but she would have known it had she been blind.
'It IS Hogwarts! How did I get here?'
Hermione touched her forehead gingerly as she tried to suppress the images of Harry's dead body from her mind.
'He was so cold'
"Oh, good then, you are awake!" Madam Pomphery bustled into the room pursing her lips at Hermione and handing her a slightly bubbling potion.
"This should help with the pain, dear. You've been through quite a rough treatment it looks like."
Hermione accepted the potion gratefully drinking it in one gulp, preferring not to think about what it could be. She smiled faintly as her entire body started to tingle.
Madame Pomphery checked her over nodding curtly.
"Oh, well... i guess i should inform you that the boy who found you has been waiting for you to awaken. I daresay i almost kicked him out multiple times during the last few hours." She chuckled.
Hermione's eyes started focusing a little better and she noticed something was ... different about Madame Pomphery. She looked........ younger.
'That's absurd' Hermione shook her head instantly regretting it. She collapsed back into the pillow closing her eyes as someone laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, are you alright?"
Hermione opened her eyes and screamed.
The poor raven haired boy practically jumped out of his skin. "Sheesh, woman, don't scare me like that!"
Hermione leapt out of bed, her eyes wide and disbelieving. She ran a hand through the boys hair, knowing she wouldn't believe he was real if she didn't.
"Harry?"
The boy gawked at her as two more about the same age came bounding into the room.
"James! Is she up yet?" they stopped dead when they saw her no only awake, but cornering their best friend.
Hermione let the words sink in. 'James? ..... but.......' She suddenly felt dizzy.
"Geeze, Prongs what did you do to her?" the sandy brown haired boy piped up from the doorway.
Hermione looked from face to increasingly familiar face... then the world fell dark again.
A/N:: OMG You guys i am SOOO pissed off at my muse, Bynx right now... i was up till about 10:30pm just sitting at my computer typing out pure CRAP. I swear he was vacationing on Mars or something. Anyways... the bloody bastard wakes me up at 2:00 IN THE MORNING, with ideas that wouldn't leave me alone untill i had this chapter written.... now i'll bet i cant get back to sleep... i am SO gonna kill that little bastard. Anyways... I PROMISE this is going to be a Remus Hermione shipper... but i just need to set up some things before i can let Hermione find happieness again... i know... im evil... but bear with me... the fluffieness will come.
NOW REVIEW!!!!