Nothing seems to make up for a lost love. Nothing. When he lost her it was like he had lost the only thing in the world that had ever really meant anything. So when she appeared again, he thought he was dreaming. He had died. He never once thought that maybe, just maybe, she had never died. That maybe she truly, truly was there. She was.
When he first laid his eyes on her, he knew who she was. He really knew. He recognized her. And he went years without a word of it to her, for he knew it would do nothing. He knew it would make no difference. She didn't know yet. She had to find out on her own. But bit by bit he was falling apart.
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Hermione could feel eyes on her, but she could not find the source. The room was filled with people; it was unlikely that she was going to find them. Harry and Remus sat in a corner talking, Tonks and Ginny were beside them whispering secretively and laughing. Dean and Lavender were dancing along with a few others in the middle of the room which had been cleared for a dance floor.
Everyone seemed overjoyed now that the war was finally over with. Everything seemed like life was just beginning again.
And Hermione knew that something was missing in her life.
But she couldn't figure out what.
She looked down, embarrassed. Why was she searching so hard for someone she knew she couldn't find? When she looked up, though, she found her eyes meet the cold solid stare of Sirius. His silver eyes made her blush.
"May I have a dance, 'Mione?" he asked holding out a hand. Hermione's cheeks deepened.
"Um... sure." Hermione took Sirius's hand and followed him onto the dance floor. They moved swiftly together; as though they were used to each other's every move; like they had danced together many times in many years.
Sirius looked her over carefully. He had been right. She wore the blood-red tank-top, long black cloak and black pants that she had been wearing the first night he had ever seen her. The difference was the scrape. When he found her she had a long scrape down her face; from above her forehead to the bottom of her cheek bone. Her hair was the same long, straight hair she had had; that was what had thrown him off in her third year. Her bushy hair. But now she looked exactly how she used to. She had died her brown hair deeper and over time the natural bushiness and fuzziness of it had faded away.
"Is something wrong, Sirius?" asked Hermione.
"Well…nnnyeah. Listen, we need to talk." He stopped the dancing and led her upstairs to his room.
As he paced around the room, Hermione observed how serious he looked. He was frowning, as though he was looking for the right words to say. "Have a seat," he said, gesturing to a chair in the corner by the window. He sat down on the bed and watched as Hermione slowly moved across the room and sat down on the chair. "I really don't know what I'm - HOW I'm - gunna say this, so whatever comes out, comes out. When I was in my seventh year, a mysterious girl appeared. At first she told me her name was Mya Chapman, but within minutes I found out what her name REALLY was.
"She told me and Dumbledore that she had came from the future. She attended her seventh year with me and James and Remus, even though she had completed it back in her own time. She stayed for two and a half years before she disappeard as mysteriously as she had appeared." He slowly got up and walked over to his dresser. He pulled out a leather bound photo album, and flipped to the middle of it. He then handed it to Hermione.
"Her name was Hermione Granger." Hermione looked down on the picture. Looking back at her was a young Sirius Black, and the mysterious "Mya Chapman." It was Hermione. It was her own chocolate brown eyes that twinkled back at her, her own hand that waved at her, her own shoulders that Sirius had his arm on, and her own hair that Sirius was brushing out of her eyes. When the hair was brushed out of the way, Hermione saw a long scar that ran down from above her eyebrow to under her cheek bone.
"And you are sure?" asked a perplexed Hermione. Sirius nodded. Hermione looked at the scar. She had many, many scars... all wounds from the now mainly diminished war. She had scars on her arms, on her legs, a huge scar that ran down her stomach even, but she did not have a scar on her face. "What about the scar?" she asked. "How did she-I get the scar?"
Sirius shrugged. "You had wound there the night you came. Madame Pomfrey did all she could, but the curse was too dark and she did not know the proper counter-curse to allow it to heal properly. Hermione, I know it happens tonight. You go back tonight. Whatever happens, don't be scared. I'll be here, and I'll be there. Remus will be here, and Remus will be there. I was heart broken when you left. I wasn't totally alive after you left. So just promise me one thing."
"What?" Hermione whispered, breathlessly.
"You'll come back to me. I love you, Mya. Even if you don't understand what is going on yet, I love you. Since I met you, and for always."
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Hermione slowly walked down the stairs, trying to take it all in. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, though, another hand was out in front of her.
"Care to dance, Love?" asked Remus. Hermione smiled politely.
"Love to."
As they moved swiftly around, Remus spoke. "I know he told you. I told him not to. I said, 'let the fates have their way.' But he didn't listen."
"Perhaps the fates wanted him to tell me," replied Hermione. Remus chuckled. "Remus? Can I ask you something?"
"Anything, Love."
"Did I love him? As much as he loved me? Truly, madly, deeply?"
Remus smiled and sighed. "Gods yes, Hermione. You loved him more than I've seen anyone love anyone before." His voice dropped. "You loved him more than Ron," he whispered.
Hermione nearly burst into tears at even the sound of Ron's name. He had died a hero, a son, a brother, a best friend, and a lover, all at the tender age of eighteen. People rarely spoke of him around Hermione; she could barely stand to talk to Ginny for quite a while after his death; the red hair reminded her to much of him.
"How do you know?" she asked.
"You told me." Remus grinned, lost in memories. "Mind you, at the time I didn't know who Ron was. I didn't know anything, really."
"Remus?"
"Mmhmm?"
"Have you ever loved someone like that?"
Remus looked down on her sadly. "Yes, I have Love."
It was in that moment that Hermione life was changed. The door burst open, and in came a group of ten, maybe twenty Death Eaters, all apart of the Rebellion. They were the ones that still believed that somewhere out there Voldemort was still alive. Hermione screamed as a curse hit her, (leaving her cloak cut open in the arm as a wound seeping blood); and she found she wasn't the only one who had. Already Ginny was trapped in a corner, a masked Death Eater aiming his wand at her.
Hermione looked around, and started to reach for her wand, but Remus quickly dragged her out of the room.
"Remus!"
"What?"
"I'm scared." Remus looked at her for a moment, before he fell to the ground, unconcious. Hermione leaned back against the wall. Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway; her only exit.
"Ah. Mya Chapman-oops. I mean Hermione Granger. How nice to see you agian." He was pointing his wand at her.
Hermione reached for hers, but was hit by the same curse she had been hit with first; except this time the face instead of the arm. Right where that scar was in the picture... Hermione started to shake; she didn't know what to do.
"Well, Mudblood. I just wanted to say-" he held his wand higher- "goodbye."
It was in that moment that Hermione felt more fear than she ever thought she would. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in the halls of Hogwarts school.
It had been right then too that the eighteen year old Sirius Black had been walking back up to the Gryffindor Tower under the safety of James Potter's invisibility cloak along with James and Peter Pettigrew. Peter had stopped dead in his tracks, but Sirius had kept walking and proceeded to trip over the dumbfounded Peter. He shot out from under the cloak and landed on the stone floor; his black hair falling messily in his face as he looked up at the mysterious young Hermione.
Hermione was dazed, and swaggered slightly, but kept her ground for a moment more as Sirius stood up. She recognized him from the picture; and she smiled just as she fell over. Sirius, swiftly as anything, caught her in his arms and lifted her up.
"Are you okay?" he asked. Hermione nodded tiredly. Sirius looked back and said, "You guys go on up without me; I'll take her to the hospital wing."
He carried her easily; struggling only at the door to the hospital wing. Upon entering he called out to Madame Pomfrey; "Madame Promfrey!"
"What do you want, child?" replied an annoyed medi-witch, entering the main area. She gasped. "Set her on the bed, quick!" Sirius obliged, and set her down gently on the closest bed. "She's concious?" asked Madame Pomfrey; looking at the wound on her arm. Sirius nodded. "You need to keep her that way."
As Madame Pomfrey started applying an ointment to the wounds, Sirius asked Hermione, "So what's your name?"
"...Mya..." she whispered, "...Chapman..."
"Mya...that's a nice name." Mya smiled faintly.
The hours stretched on, and pretty soon Madame Pomfrey had tended to all of Hermione's wounds; healing all she could.
"That one on your face," she explained to Hermione, "Was some spell I am not familiar with. I did the best I could, but there is still a scar..." Once she had Hermione settled in, she called for Professor Dumbledore.
"Hello, Miss Chapman. I am - "
"Professor Dumbledore. Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Dumbledore nodded. "How did you - "
"Know?" Hermione sighed. She met Sirius' eyes, and started her long story. "My name is not Mya Chapman, as I told Sirius Black, Sir. My name is Hermione Granger. I come from the future..."
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The next day she woke slowly, remember everything from the day before, remember every bit of her dreams. Sirius was asleep in the chair beside her bed. She smiled, watching him. Without the pain, without the years that Azkaban had brought, Sirius was - well, pretty hot. His black hair suited his name and hung down in his face dangerously, as though it spoke words..."I'm a trouble kid. Stand back.
In the next bed to hers, though, there was a young man who seemed to be watching her. His amber eyes looked her over, and when his gaze met hers, he blushed and looked away. Two more people sat on the other side of his bed; one with messy, dark brown hair, and another short pudgy boy who looked alot younger than the rest.
"I'm Mya," Hermione said, smiling at them. The one in the bed looked back and smiled back.
"I'm Remus. Remus Lupin. That's James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew."
Hermione felt her lips tightening, but quickly smiled and replied, "It's nice to meet you all."
All of a sudden Sirius jumped up and yelled, "BACK OFF! BACK OFF!" and waved his arms around dangerously. Hermione, along with James, Peter, and Remus, laughed as he straightened out his robes upon realizing where he was.
"Good to see you're awake, mate," said James, wiping away tears that were forming from laughing so hard. Sirius sat back down in the chair and looked at Hermione.
"Good to see you're okay, Mya," he said, grinning. Hermione grinned back.
"Thank you," she said, realizing she hadn't thanked him.
"You know her?" asked James, sitting up straight.
"Mmhmm...she's the girl that I found the other night, beat up. 'Member?"
"Ooooh yeah."
There was silence for a moment, then Sirius said, "Bloody Hell, We'd better get to class! I'll see you later, H-Mya," he said, turning red.
"See you, Sirius."
Hermione looked over at Remus.
"So why are you in here?" she asked, already knowing.
"Just...sick," he answered, looking away.
"I-" she hesitated. "I know, you know. You don't have to lie."
"How-?"
Hermione laughed. "I - I had a friend who was one. I can tell by the scrapes. And it was a full Moon last night, wasn't it? Yes, it was..." she remembered getting a peak out a window as Sirius carried her down the hall. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."
"Thank you," he said, looking away.
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A/N its movin fast I know…pls review and I'll continue with it!
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