Chapter 14: Verifying

Back in the Future…

"Finally, the last tidbit we need to discuss is, of course, Harry Potter." Professor Dumbledore stood up from his spot at the head of the table in the meeting room at Grimmauld Place. Professor Snape's lips tightened and his back stiffened, but he made no other signs of hate.

"Yes, Albus," spoke up Emmeline Vance with her emerald-green shawl, "you never mentioned what you told the press and Hogwarts of the whereabouts of him and Hermione Granger."

Tonks interrupted with a thought that had been bothering her for awhile. "And why not make this so much simpler and get a Life-Alter, which wouldn't break down, and travel back in time to the 1970s and bring them back?"

"The Ministry of Magic will be keeping a very close tab on the time-travelers," Dumbledore explained calmly. "And the information about Mr. Potter's true whereabouts, in the wrong hands, could be disastrous." Tonks bobbed her head in understanding. Dumbledore smiled and turned to Emmeline Vance.

"I have told everyone, that because of recent events, Harry Potter is away from Hogwarts, learning the magic arts somewhere else, for the safety of our school and himself. Where he is exactly is known to very few and will stay that way. Due to some more personal events, Hermione Granger is with him. As of the time we will see them again, it will depend on how things go in the, er… future." He looked around at the Order's members with his twinkling, crystal-blue eyes. "And if you have no more questions, then we are free to go." Everyone shook their heads or murmured a quite no. "All right. The meeting's over. I will see you all very soon."

Snape grabbed his papers, threw Remus Lupin a dirty, hate-filled glare across the table, and was the first to disapparate out of the room. A few of the Order members noticed the tension Snape created and had to chuckle, but all followed suit in their departure. A bunch of disapparating pops! sounded off.

Remus stuffed his papers in his old suitcase, which seemed to be growing more tattered by the hour, but he didn't leave right away. Instead, he strolled over to the head of the table. He waited for everyone to leave before speaking to the headmaster.

"Er, Professor Dumbledore?" he started but Dumbledore held out a hand.

"I've told you before Remus," the headmaster interrupted, "you can call me Albus now."

"Yes, Pr—Albus." Dumbledore smiled. "But I wanted to ask you…" Remus trailed off.

"Yes?" Dumbledore encouraged.

"Whatever happened to the annual Masquerade Balls at Hogwarts?" Remus dared to ask.

"Now how did that question come up in your mind?"

Remus looked slightly embarrassed. He didn't look directly at Dumbledore but over the headmaster's shoulder. Remus stared intently at a portrait, seeming interested at the fact that it was snoring. "Well…" He shuffled his feet like a little kid. "I've gotten new, more er… unforgettable memories from my sixth year Masquerade Ball that weren't there before."

"Such as?" Dumbledore said.

"Well… Sirius and I had gotten in a fight that night," Remus said uncomfortably.

"About what?" Dumbledore sat down in his chair again. Remus quickly sat down next to him.

"Well sir, it was over, er… Hermione," Remus answered, never feeling more uncomfortable in his life. Dumbledore continued to look placid and signaled for a continuation. "This isn't the best of news but… IthinkwebothhadfeelingsforHermioneduringoursixthyear," Remus slurred in one, incoherent breath.

"Come again?" Dumbledore said politely.

"Well, S—Sirius… and I—I," Remus stuttered, "during the time Harry and Hermione are in right now… we both sort of fancied Hermione." Remus refused to look Dumbledore straight in the eye.

"I see…" Dumbledore mumbled. He stared at his half full water glass for a few moments. The silence was driving Remus mad. Thankfully, the headmaster spoke again. "You said that you and Mr. Black got into a fight?"

"Verbal, yes," Remus stated.

"So this would mean that you spoke your mind against one of your closest friends." Dumbledore spoke as if it were a statement.

"Yes," Remus said slowly, not knowing where this was leading to.

"And if I remember correctly," Dumbledore continued, "you never really spoke out against your friends before, did you?"

"I suppose not," Remus said, now just thinking about it.

"Do you see where this is going?" Dumbledore asked. Remus shook his head. "Harry and Hermione are indeed changing the future by just being there with you. They have changed the way you think, act, and feel." He paused to let Remus think in peace for a moment. "Now I want you to answer me truthfully. Did Miss Granger return any of this… affection you and Sirius held?"

Remus shifted in his seat. He had to tell Dumbledore everything but didn't want to sound too much like a little nancy boy. "Well, she did dance with me and Sirius Halloween… And Sirius said she kissed him after he sang her a song, but Sirius always used to exaggerate the truth…"

"But we don't know that for sure," Dumbledore said, mostly to himself. "Anything else?"

"Well sir, I don't know exactly how she would act around a boy she likes, so I don't know," he managed to say without blushing.

"This is quite a serious issue. Miss Granger, as I told her in the past, cannot hold any emotions for others and vice versa."

"Then I suppose we should find out how she acts around boys?" Remus asked, fretful of the answer coming.

"Yes, indeed. And there's one boy who would know, I think."

"No I don't know where Harry is," growled Ron Weasley. "For the last time, go away!" He quickened his pace across the grassy hill that led him back to the Hogwarts castle and away from Rita Skeeter. He strongly wished that everyone would stop asking the same questions over and over again, and Rita Skeeter was not helping the least bit.

"Do you know why Hermione Granger accompanied him?" she asked, whipping out her Quick-Quotes Quill and a pad of paper.

"No," Ron answered angrily again, raising his voice another notch.

"A love interest, perhaps? Is that why you aren't with them? They didn't want you to feel left out?" Rita asked again. Her Quick-Quotes Quill zoomed across her notebook.

"Bugger off, Skeeter," Ron growled as he rounded on her, emphasizing the first word. "Don't forget that I know your secret and I can spill it any time I feel like it." He spun on his heal and walked away, feeling proud of himself for Rita did not follow him.

"Having a nice, friendly chat with Skeeter, Weasel?" drawled the voice of Draco Malfoy from behind Ron.

"Impedimenta!" Ron shouted gleefully as he shot his wand over his shoulder. As he heard a thud, signaling his jinx had hit its desired target, Ron quickly turned around and shouted, "Immobulus!" as Crabbe and Goyle advanced on him. The two troll-wannabes froze in mid strike. "You don't know how long I've waited to do that, Malfoy," Ron spat as he strolled towards the three immobile Slytherins.

"Yeah, with Potty and Granger here, they always kept you in check," goaded Malfoy from his uncomfortable position on the dewy grass. "Or was it just Granger?" Ron's ears started to glow a very faint pink. "Doesn't it irk you that Potter, once again, beat you?"

"What do you mean by that?" Ron growled.

"Think about it, Weasel," drawled Malfoy again. He tried to sit up in vain but Ron had Malfoy lying quite still on the ground. All Malfoy could do was lift his head to look at Ron. "What do you think Potty and Granger are doing, now that you're out of their way?"

Ron's blush traveled from his ears to his face and all the way up to the roots of his hair. He searched in his head for the best jinx and threw his wand hand up so his wand pointed straight at Malfoy who was still sprawled on the grassy floor.

Malfoy was flipped over by the green jet of light that rushed at him. He was now sitting on his buttocks, holding his stomach. All of a sudden, he lurched forward and his hands left his stomach to cover his mouth.

"What's a matter, Malfoy?" Ron teased. "Slug got your tongue?"

Malfoy's cold eyes, filled with hate, shot up towards Ron and was about to cuss him out if it wasn't for the slime choking him inside his mouth. The Slytherin couldn't hold it in any longer. He lurched forward, spewing slugs everywhere in front of him.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have dared to show my face at this school ever again." Ron's eyes glowed with hatred as he stared down at the belching Malfoy. "Everyone knows about your beloved father. Why you haven't been locked away yet, I'll never understand. It's filth like you that ruin this school." Bloody hell, I've been wanting to say forever! Ron thought excitedly.

Malfoy opened his mouth to spit back an awful retort but ended up spitting slugs. Once the new wave of slugs passed, he opened his mouth to speak, but he looked over Ron's shoulder. His skin paled, his eyes narrowed, but he clamped his mouth shut once again.

Ron noticed Malfoy's hatred had transferred to something behind him. The young Weasley turned around to come face to face with the headmaster.

"Pr—Professor Dumbledore," Ron said weakly. He glanced over Dumbledore's shoulder. "Pr—er, Lupin," Ron added.

"Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore said with a smile. He, too, glanced over Ron's shoulder. "Mr. Malfoy, what a mess you seem to be in." All Malfoy could do was glare and spit a few slugs out of his mouth. Remus grimaced and clutched his own throat, too disgusted to add a comment. "As I do not know how this came to be, not one of you four will be punished," Dumbledore said quietly, his eyes flickering over to Crabbe and Goyle who were still frozen. He flicked his wands towards the two thugs and they fell forward. They shot up suddenly and in an instant they were at Malfoy's side. "If you two would be so kind as to escort Mr. Malfoy to the Hospital Wing. I'm afraid I cannot help much in this case. Madam Pomfrey would be the best to cure you, Draco." Crabbe and Goyle grabbed Malfoy's upper arms and hoisted him onto his feet. They walked away without another word.

After the regurgitating sound died away, Dumbledore turned back to Ron. "Ron, will you join us in my office? I would like a word with you." Dumbledore smiled but turned around quickly. Remus walked ahead of them all, keeping rather quiet. Ron looked confused but trotted after them.

"If it is about what just happened with Malfoy, sir, I just want to say that I didn't do it," Ron said instantly. Dumbledore looked over his shoulder and raised his eyebrows as they walked into the castle. "His spell backfired?" Ron said in a mouse-like voice.

"Indeed," Dumbledore said with the same smile he had on before. "But your incident with Mr. Malfoy is not what I needed to talk to you about."

They walked in silence, giving Ron to time to think of what he did wrong now. He had been the good prefect so far. All right, so there are the visits to the kitchens, hexing Malfoy, forgetting to do his homework now and then, and letting kids get away with late curfews and harmful pranks (towards Slytherins), but other than those few incidences, Ron Weasley had been a very good student.

"Is it about Harry and Hermione?" Ron asked suddenly. The thought had just entered his mind as they neared the gargoyle.

"Fainting Fancies," Dumbledore said. The gargoyle jumped aside and they strode past it to the staircases.

"You named your password after my brothers' Skiving Snackboxes?" Ron asked, barely believing Dumbledore.

"They are quite brilliant, those boys," the headmaster said, his eyes twinkling brightly.

Ron stared at him in admiration as he followed the two adults into the office.

"Have a seat," Dumbledore said as he drew up a chair in midair.

Ron hurriedly sat down in the plush blue chair as Dumbledore drew a chair for Remus. Ron glanced at Remus, giving a look that plainly said "Why are you here?" but Ron did not ask. He just looked back at Dumbledore. "Is it about Harry and Hermione?" he repeated.

Dumbledore nodded.

"What happened?" Ron said, oblivious to Dumbledore's open mouth. "Did something happen? Is it bad?" He looked wildly back and forth between Dumbledore and Remus.

Once Ron stopped hyperventilating, Dumbledore spoke up. "Nothing bad has happened… so far." The headmaster's eyes flashed over to Remus. "We just want to make sure that something does not rise up in the past. Remus," Dumbledore said, switching the conversation over to the other adult.

Remus's eyes grew a little wider. Dumbledore wanted him to ask Ron. "Er, Ron…" Remus started. He never imagined how awkward this would be. "We need to know… how, er, your friends would act around someone they, er, fancy," Remus asked. He didn't specifically mention Hermione's name and he wouldn't unless it was needed.

Ron, once again, looked between the headmaster and his old professor. "What's all this about?"

"Well, Ron," Remus said after he got the confirmation from Dumbledore through a head nod, "Harry and Hermione have indeed started to change the future."

Ron raised his eyebrows. "But nothing has changed," Ron stated bluntly.

"Nothing that's too noticeable yet," corrected Remus.

"All right, nothing yet has changed," Ron said impatiently. "But why do you need to know how Harry and Hermione act?"

Remus stayed silent. To him, it was odd to fancy your past student. But to tell another of this crush, let alone a student, was way past the realm of comfort.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, knocking Remus out of his thoughts and into answering Ron's question.

"Eh heh, right," Remus coughed nervously. He fuddled with the hem of his greying robe.  "We need to know… that because we need to, er, verify something." Remus seemed content with his answer, but Ron, however, did not.

"Verify something?" Ron repeated. "Verify what?" If he was given the opportunity to ask as many questions as he wished, he would absolutely take advantage of it.

"Er, bad things can happen while time-traveling if the traveler becomes fond of one who lives in the time that's not theirs," Remus said uneasily. "Possibly even worse, it's bad for someone back then to become very fond of the time-traveler."

"Are you saying someone fancies Harry back in his parents' time?" Ron asked excitedly. He chuckled at the thought. He suddenly stopped and sat up straight. "But that's not good! You see, he'll need to talk to me and Hermione about this! I'll be the supportive friend and Hermione will be all wise and smart about things. It's the way things have to go!"

"Ron," Remus interrupted sharply, "calm down… No one likes Harry in that sort of way," he finished reassuringly.

"Oh." Ron slumped back in his chair. "Okay, then what's all this about?"

"Well, Ron, I said that no one likes Harry like that. I didn't include Hermione for a reason."

Ron's back straightened again. "Who? Is it someone we know?" He looked wildly around the room as if trying to spot him right then and there.

"Er, yes, someone you know," Remus said weakly.

"Who is it then?"

Remus looked to Dumbledore for support. The headmaster was sitting back in his chair, watching Remus trying to explain to Ron like a tennis match. Remus sighed and looked back at the Hogwarts student. "Two people, actually, fancied Hermione, along with Harry."

"Harry liked her?!" Ron shouted.

"You didn't know?" Remus said meekly, shrinking in his chair an inch. If Ron was overreacting about Harry, how would he take the information Remus was about to give him?

"But we're not supposed to—he knew that I—but he didn't," ranted Ron. He continued to shout, never stringing his words into complete sentences.

Remus sighed, rolled his eyes over to the headmaster. Dumbledore just smiled and nodded back to Ron.

"He even knew that I—I actually don't—but still—"

"Sirius Black and myself both liked Hermione Snicket in our sixth year," Remus interrupted, his loud voice overpowering Ron's quite ranting voice.

Ron stopped in mid sentence (again) and stared open-mouthed at Remus. He then glanced at Dumbledore, to seek reassurance that it wasn't a joke, and turned back to Remus, who avoided eye contact with both occupants of the room.

"Bloody hell," he breathed. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I assure you, we're not. Now we need to make sure she doesn't have any of the feeling for us," Remus rushed, a bite of impatience now in his words.

"You're bloody eighteen years older than her!" Ron said, short of shouting. "She's not that thick to fall for someone twice her age! You know she's smarter than that."

"Yes, I know," Remus said in a partial dreamy voice. Ron looked disgusted. "But she's still a teenage girl who could fall for anyone who says the right words," he said sharply.

Ron gave a tiny snort. "So you were Hogwarts' James Bond, were you?"

"Oh no," Remus said quickly. "But Sirius could make any girl fall for him with a flip of that perfect, bloody hair of his," he growled. Ron looked at his past professor, shocked by his behavior. Remus just realized the headmaster was still with them. He cleared his throat. "Anyway, we just don't want Harry or Hermione to, er, see anyone during their stay, hence why we need to make sure Hermione doesn't like Sirius… or myself."

Ron stared a little more at Remus. Soon after he shook his head, muttered something under his breath, but all the same, readied himself. "Well, I don't know much of Hermione's, er, romantic life, but for some odd reason, she falls for the popular ones." Remus and Dumbledore exchanged a glance. "But not the one's that bask in the attention. They tend to sulk and brood in the corner of a library. They also think Oh poor me! I'm a rich, famous Quidditch player. It's such a heavy burden. I make younger women attracted to me by walking around on my duck feet and glaring at everyone around me. Oh woe is me—" Ron stopped, remembering he wasn't talking to Harry but the headmaster of his school and an adult he respected rather a lot. "Sorry, personal issues… Anyways, she doesn't like to flaunt her relationships, does she? She hid Krum away as long as possible, she hid Harry," he spat with more venom than wise around his particular company.

"So what you're saying," Remus interrupted, growing rather tired of Ron's rants, "is that she keeps her true feelings a secret?"

"Yeah, that sounds about right," Ron agreed. "Though she did tell Ginny about Krum, probably about Harry, too," he said miserably.

The front door to Dumbledore's office suddenly banged open.

"Look! I didn't steal anything from your office, Mr. Filch!" a girl with fiery-red hair shouted.

"A likely story, little missy," Mr. Filch hissed to a girl he had by the arm. He turned to Dumbledore. "I saw this girl with some items that had clearly been confiscated and stored away in my office," he told the headmaster.

"I did not steal anything!"

"It's all right, Argus," Dumbledore said calmly. "I wished to talk to Miss Weasley anyway." Ginny smirked and pulled her arm out of Filch's grasp.

"But what about my office?" Filch whined.

"We will deal with that later. As you can see, I'm in the middle of something rather important. Leave Ginny and I will attend your matters later," Dumbledore said kindly.

Filch's shoulders sunk with disappointment. He glared at Ginny one last time and exited the room. Ginny just stood where she was before, looking rather anxious now.

"Please have a seat. Remus," Dumbledore said.

"Oh, right." Remus pulled out his wand and drew up a chair for the youngest Weasley. A elegant purple chair fell a few inches onto the ground. In a few strides, Ginny had crossed the room and now sat down in the chair between Remus and Ron. Her leg jiggled with nervousness.

"What's going on, Professor?" she asked Dumbledore.

"Well, we were just having a discussion about Harry and Hermione," Remus started.

Ron groaned.

Ginny cast her brother a sideways look. "What about them? Is something wrong?" She, just like her brother, looked back and forth between the headmaster and the old Defense teacher.

"Something could get wrong," Remus said. Ginny gave him a confused look. "Well, you see, when time-traveling, you're not supposed to fall for anyone in the past, and no one in the past is supposed to grow fond of the time-traveler."

"Oh, so someone fancies Harry or Hermione in the past and you want to make sure they feel the same way about them?" Ginny guessed.

Remus and Ron raised their eyebrows. Dumbledore just chuckled to himself.

"How did you know?" Ron asked loudly.

"Just a guess," Ginny stated simply. "And I'll go a bit further. You," she said, turning back to Remus, "probably fell for Hermione in your, was it your sixth year?" Remus nodded. "Am I right?"

"How did you guess that?" Ron asked in awe.

"Why else would Lupin be here, talking about time-traveling rules?" Ginny asked calmly. "Especially ones about, er, feelings… And I just supposed that it wasn't Harry you fancied back then, correct?"

"Thankfully, yes," Remus said.

"But aren't you grossed out that our friend could fall for someone eighteen years older than her?" Ron asked, starting to hyperventilate again. "Not to mention dead," he added.

Ginny had opened her mouth to say something, but stopped when Ron said the word 'dead'. She looked sharply at him. "What do you mean, 'dead'?"

"Oh yeah, it's not just Lupin, it's also Sirius that fancies Hermione!" Ron said. He gave a laugh, but not a laugh that said "Oh that's a good joke", but an "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening" sort of laugh.

"Really? Wow, she does get around, doesn't she?" Ginny muttered so no one could hear.

"What was that?" Ron asked harshly.

"Oh, nothing," Ginny said.

"Back to the original topic," interrupted Remus strictly, "Ron said that Hermione has told you of her, er, past crushes."

"Yes," Ginny said slowly.

"Well, we need to find out how she would act towards a boy she likes," Remus said uneasily.

"You mean you can't figure it out for yourself?" Ginny asked.

"Well… no, not really," Remus said, definitely feeling stupid at this point.

"All right, I'll tell you all I know, but it isn't much," Ginny said, trying very hard not to sound exasperated. And so Ginny went on about how Hermione didn't flaunt her relationships very much, tended to keep things respectable. The most she would do is hold their hand or give them a quick peck on the cheek. Ginny finished it off with saying, "She never really got the boyfriend thing down yet, so if she really falls for, er… you or Sirius, it'd be different."

Dumbledore sighed. Remus sighed too but said, "Thanks anyway, Ginny."

"Not at all," she said cheerfully. They all sat there, deep inside their own thoughts. "Sir," Ginny said uncertainly to Dumbledore, but left it open to Remus too. "What would happen if Hermione actually did fall for someone in the past?"

Dumbledore did not answer straight away but gazed at Remus with unfocused eyes. "If she grew to love someone back then, she might never want to leave," he said simply at long last.

Ron groaned and let his head drop over the back of the chair.

"Can we do anything to stop that from happening?" Ginny asked.

"I'm afraid we can't," Dumbledore said. Remus looked at the headmaster. "That is, unless things get too out of control there. If anything bad would happen to Harry or Hermione, emotional or physical, we would have to risk the Ministry hearing about it and time-travel back to the 70s."

Ginny nodded. "Er, is that all, Professor Dumbledore?" she asked, ending the long silence.

"Yes, I do believe you and Ron here have class to attend?" the headmaster said, smiling.

"Yes, sir," Ginny said.

The two Weasleys stood up as one and walked towards the door. As Ginny put her hand on the doorknob, Ron turned around and looked at Lupin.

"You—still don't like Hermione, do you?" he asked uncertainly.

"What?" Remus said. He had not been expecting anyone to ask him that. "Oh, of course not," he said quickly. Ron and Ginny nodded and exited the headmaster's office quickly. Remus turned back to Dumbledore to find his eyebrows raised in doubt. "What? I don't," Remus said, even more unconvincing than before. Remus sagged his shoulders away from Dumbledore's penetrating stare; he could never get rid of the feeling that Dumbledore always knew what one was thinking, even if one said aloud the exact opposite.

A/N: Eek! I'm so sorry for not updating quickly! I was gone away from the internet for a little longer than planned… And also, sorry for the shortness of this chapter.

I don't really like this chapter much. It's easier to write the Marauders because there aren't five books written about them, explaining exactly how they act. But that's not the case for Ron, Draco, and Ginny so… I'm sorry if anyone was out of character.

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