Kinda Time travel AU. After the final battle fem. Harry (Helena), Hermione and Ron are thrown back in time, by an unhappy accident, into the year 1920. They establish themself in the ministry - claiming to be foreigners - and are pulled - bit by bit - into the war against Grindelwald.

"Here, for you!" A bouquet of multicoloured flowers was thrust into her lap. Helena looked up from staring at her hands and found herself facing Newt Scamander.

"Thank you!" She whispered and quickly wiped away her tears. "But why are you giving me such lovely flowers? We never met before, have we?"

"We haven't." He said, looking very self-conscious. "But whenever I see you in the ministry you always look quite sad." He sat down on the bench next to her. "I hoped they would cheer you up!"

Helena placed them under her nose and sniffed at the many different flowers. "They smell wonderful!" A soft smile appeared on her face.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She looked at him contemplatively for some seconds.

"Do you know Ronald O'Neill? From the Department of Magical Games and Sports?"

"The australian ginger Keeper?"

"Yes him."

"I never talked to him. He does not seem like the type who enjoys talking about beasts or magical creatures. Or anything else besides sport and Quidditch."

"True. Anyway, we were involved. Two years ago, when we both came to England. I was in love with him and he promised me eternal love and the heaven on earth. I believed him. But a few weeks later he broke my heart. He just dropped me like a hot potato for another woman. A woman with a larger bosom and blond, wavy hair. His affairs never last longer than a few weeks before he finds some new witch. Just today I stumbled upon him and Miss Brown from Level five making out in his office.

And although he terminated our relationship nearly two years ago it still hurts every time I see him with anyone. And the worst thing is: He knows how much he is hurting me. It feels like he is tearing my heart apart again and again and again."

"Scoundrel!" He got up and held out his hand. "May I invite you to have some tea with me?"

"Tea would be lovely!"

She met him again in and between work. Sometimes they just sat in the nice tea shop around the corner and talked abot their lifes. Sometimes they just sat on the bench and watched the hustle and bustle around them in companionable silence.

Twice a week, Newt brought her flowers. Hermione found it very sweet of him.

"Why don't you ask him out?" Hermione asked her about a year later while walking through the Atrium in the Ministry.

"I can't, Mione. He is bound to travel to America in three years and meet Porpentina Goldstein, his future wife. How could I separate them? That would be cruel. You've read yourself that he loved his wife very dearly."

"History was damned as soon as we accidentally were brought back. Give it a chance. Or he will give up on you and actually fall in love with her."

"But what if he marries me only to discover on his journey overseas that he wedded the wrong woman?"

"You don't know that. What if Tina never was his Mrs. Right? Yes, he loved her but who says that he wouldn't love you more?"

"He…" But they were interrupted by Newt himself who stood near the lift.

"Helena, Hermione, nice to see you! Can you come over for a moment, please? I would like to introduce you to someone." Both witches looked up and found Newt in front of a red haired gentleman in his early forties. Helena recognized him instantly while her friend looked puzzled.

"I want to introduce you to my friend and former Transfiguration Professor, Albus Dumbledore." Hermione's eyes widened for a fraction. "Albus, please meet Hermione Granger and Helena Peverell." The older wizard fixed his eyes on her.

"Peverell? Any relations to the three brothers?"

"Yes. Antioch was my ancestor."

"But he died unwed and never sired children."

"He kinda did. But the son he fathered was a natural born son. His mother was a french witch whom he wanted to wed after he found out that he had impregnated her. But Antioch was killed before he could do the honourable thing and marry her. She went back to France after that and named her son Philippe Peverell. In honour of his dead father. He was raised and taught by her and wedded some noble french Lady later on, thus continuing our line. I grew up in France. My mother was an english witch while my father was a frenchman."

"That explains a lot. Quite sad that none of your ancestors returned here to take their rightful place."

"Yes, it is. I would have loved to study in Hogwarts, Sir."

"Please, call me Albus. The both of you. I have never been your Professor and every friend of Newts is my friend." He offered his hand. Helena took it without hesitation.

AN: I have some more ideas in my head but they are just that: ideas. I thence doubt that they will ever make it into a separate and finished story. The first part with the flowers just popped into my head during a long drive to work. I seriously thought about cutting the second part out of the published story but in the end I left it like this. Maybe I will write a second One-Shot about Newt and Helena getting together...

AND: I want to say thank you, Elfin69! I was very delighted about your reviews and very happy to read your thoughts! :)

I also want to thank all those of you dear readers who favoured and followed my story!