AN: Hey y'all! Chapter 3 is finally up. Please let me know if there is anything I need to work on. I've very open and dont get offended easily so you dont need to worry about me getting pissy or anything. Enjoy and let me know what y'all think, loves!! -Kayla-
Chapter 3
September 2, 1977
Hermione's eyes felt gritty as she slowly opened them to see the infirmary. Intact. Whole. Complete with a lady that looked oddly familiar. Hermione blinked, surely she was dreaming. The infirmary remained. As she raised her left arm to pinch herself to make sure, the older lady noticed Hermione.
"Oh, dear! You're awake!" the medi witch said, rushing to Hermione's cot with an armful of potion vials. Hermione's reflexes were quick as she snatched her wand from the bedside table.
"Who are you?" she aimed her wand at the older woman. Her eyes going wide upon closer inspection of the other witch. The kind smile, pristine medi witch uniform, and slight wrinkles around the eyes, although they were not as prominent as Hermione remembered. "Madam Pomfrey?"
The bustling witch's hand stilled in the air, the nutrition potion shattering after having slipped from her grasp and meeting the hard ground.
"How do you know my name, dear?" Madam Pomfrey asked. Hermione's face seemed puzzled at the question.
"Madam Pomfrey, it's me. Hermione. I've gone to school here for 6 years," Hermione said, lowering her wand and relaxing back into the cot. The soft pillows and sheets feeling like heaven to her abused body.
"One moment, Hermione. I need to check something real quick," the nurse said slipping into her office.
"Tolly!" she called. A small house elf appeared not a second later. Her large bright blue eyes shining at the witch. When Tolly had first come to Hogwarts she was in the care of Poppy Pomfrey for three months seeing as how she was barely alive. The family she had last served had been the Malfoys. Poppy still does not know exactly what happened to her dear friend before arriving at Hogwarts but she is thankful that Tolly did.
"Yes, Miss Poppy?" Tolly's high voice squeaked.
"Will you please let the Headmaster know that our guest is awake?"
"Will you give Tolly the recipe for your lavender lemon cookies?" the elf asked with a sly smirk on her face.
"Yes, Tolly, I'll give you the recipe." Poppy sighed then chuckled. Tolly grinned and snapped her fingers, she was gone with a pop. Madam Pomfrey walked back into the infirmary to see the four Marauders pushing the large wooden door open.
"Good morning, Poppy! You look absolutely ravishing this fine morning!" Sirius called to the older witch. She rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly, chuckling.
"Good morning, Mr. Black."
The young men padded up to Hermione's bed, eyeing her with concern.
"How are you feeling this morning?" Remus asked standing at the foot of Hermione's cot. She didn't hear him. She was staring at James. Tears seemed to be brimming her chocolate brown eyes.
"Harry? I've missed you so much," she sobbed, attempting to throw herself into the bespectacled boy's arms. She was too weak to do so and ended up almost falling off of the cot. James caught her under her arms and held her. He cast an odd glance at the other Marauders and Madam Pomfrey.
"Harry?" James' deep voice rumbled. Hermione jerked her tear stained face away from James' chest.
"You're not Harry," Hermione muttered, "Hazel eyes. James? What's going on? How did I get here?" she whimpered, detangling herself from the boy and curling back up on the cot.
"Well, you fell out of a smelly old closet on top of our lovely Moony here. I've got to say, I'm quite jealous about that fact. I've tried many times to jump Moony's bones and he's always turned me down. Lucky, you are," Sirius gestured to the tall broad shouldered man at the foot of her cot. He had sandy brown hair that fell right above his eyes, slightly covering his eyebrows. There were three jagged silvery pink scars running diagonally across the mans handsome features. His moss green eyes were filled with worry upon meeting hers. Remus' nose twitched before his eyes briefly flashed amber and Hermione felt herself shiver.
"We brought you to the infirmary at once and you've been in the absolute best care in the whole wizarding world!" he crowed, cupping his hands over his mouth to amplify the sound. Peter elbowed him in the ribs causing the taller boy to double over in pain.
The creak of the infirmary doors opening again stole everyone's attention. Headmaster Dumbledore came into view, his robes resembling peacock feathers, his eyes found the girl's cot surrounded by four of his favorite troublemakers.
"I should've expected you four to be here already. How is she?" Dumbledore asked the Marauder's. They all turned to look at her. She froze like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle.
Albus Dumbledore.
The man responsible for leaving Harry with his horrid muggle relatives. The man responsible for them being on the run for a year. The man who kept everyone in the dark. The man who held all the cards. The only man who could possibly help in this odd situation. She despised it.
"I'm on the mend, Headmaster Dumbledore. I do need a word with you though, privately," came Hermione's not yet stable voice. Dumbledore quirked an eyebrow at her before speaking to the four boys.
"It's a nice day, why don't you spend some time in the sunshine before it gets too cold to do so?" The Marauders nodded, Remus casting a quick glance at Hermione, noticing her change in demeanor, before leaving the room. Madam Pomfrey made her way into her quarters to give them privacy.
"My name is Hermione Jean Granger. I was born on September 19, 1979," Hermione said to the Headmaster. Dumbledore held Hermione's gaze for a few moments before sitting on the foot of her cot.
"1979 you say? I dare say you're wrong, Miss Granger, seeing as how it is only 1977 now. Why do you think you are going to be born in just two years?"
"I know my birthday, Dumbledore. I came from 1998 with this," she pulled the time turner from under her shirt, "I've never heard of one going back 20 years though, only a few hours, a day at most."
Albus Dumbledore reached for the fragile item with interest and confusion.
"Is this- Is this a time turner, Miss Granger?"
"Yes sir."
"They are only just now creating these, Miss Granger. I, myself, have only seen sketches of them. How did you happen to come across one?"
"Just before arriving here it was the end of the Second Wizarding War. We lost, sir. I was hunted and found, along with the last remaining of the Order. I was about to be killed when I was saved and given this time turner. Next thing I knew I was falling on top of Remus," Hermione told the old wizard
"Second Wizarding War? So we are not triumphant?" He asked softly, his head hanging low.
"For many years we are, but... I can't really say. I do have an idea as to how to stop the second war from even coming about. I… know things about Voldemort that he believes to be his greatest secrets."
"Terrible things can happen to those who meddle with time, Miss Granger. Changing even one thing can completely change the future as you know it," Dumbledore warned.
"I'm well aware of the consequences and that's exactly what I intend to do. If you saw what I've seen these last few years you would want to change things as well. Light doesn't prevail if I stand idly by and allow things to unfold as I know them. I have to change them. I have to save everyone."
Harry. Her best friend would grow up being doted on by loving parents, a godfather who adores him and an Uncle Moony who would go through anything for him. She won't allow him to be raised by an abusive Aunt and Uncle who will starve him and lock him away in a tiny cupboard. He will know love throughout his whole life. She was going to make sure of it.
The four Marauders stepped away from the infirmary door with wide eyes and shocked expressions, processing what they had just heard. They all looked back and forth from one another before racing up the stairs towards their dorm.
"1998?! That bird is from the future? You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Sirius yelled as soon as they were safely tucked away in their room.
"Pads, shut the fuck up!" James hissed, casting a Silencing charm on the dorm room. "This is not knowledge that needs to be screamed at the top of your lungs. If.. if You-Know-Who finds out she's from the future, bad things could happen. We wouldn't be able to win this war."
"It doesn't really matter does it? According to her we don't win anyways. She talked about a second Wizarding War and how they lost. We lose either way," Peter's voice trembled as he spoke.
Remus was quiet as the other three boys discussed what they heard, he stared out of the window between his and Sirius' bed. Students were littered about the lawn taking in as much sunshine and warmth as they could before it got cold and cloudy.
The book from Filch's office words repeated over and over in his mind. This girl had to be the one they spoke of. Who else could it be about?
"She is the only way to defeat the dark one." Remus muttered.
"What was that, Moony?" Peter asked looking at his friend. James, Sirius and Peter were all sitting on the floor cross legged. Remus walked over and joined them.
"It's what that book in Filch's office had written in it;
She knows the power in which you seek.
She is the light in which you need.
She is marked as his enemy.
She is the only way to defeat the dark one."
"That's what it said and I think it's that girl. After hearing her talk about the future and that she knows things that You-Know-Who thinks are his 'greatest secrets'. She knows some way of beating or weakening him, something we're all seeking. She has a scar on her arm that says, 'Mudblood'. She is marked as his enemy. She seems very determined to defeat him as well. It has to be her."
"Pads, I don't believe this," Remus leaned back and pulled the book out from under his bed. "Is a Zonko's book. I asked that fifth year Jeremy Paddock for his copy of one and while they do look similar they aren't the same. I think this is an actual prophecy book," he told his three companions, flipping through the pages, finding them all blank. Furrowing his brow, again he turned through every page. Still blank.
Sirius plucked the book from Remus' fingers and thumbed through a few pages only to stop. His eyes went wide as he watched the same golden handwriting scrawl itself onto the page. It was the same prophecy as before.
"We should take this to Dumbledore, Moony. If this is in fact the real deal, he'll know what to do," Sirius told Remus, James and Peter nodding in agreement. The Black heir handed the book back to his best friend and made his way to their doorway.
"That's what I was thinking, he does seem a bit sceptical to her changing anything. Maybe this will help." Remus picked himself up off the floor and followed his fellow Marauders.