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Beneath My Skin
Chapter Two - Sink or Swim
"We are losing this war." Hermione's voice was dull in the small room that only four people were sitting in. All on the floor, their faces grim like hers and she could tell they were all thinking the same as she had just said.
"No…." a small voice of one the other people said, it was sad and held quite, yet they knew that it was true.
Hermione looked up at the other three people in the room, Remus, Harry and Ginny. There they were, the only four remaining members of the Order, unless you counted Moody, who was currently in the clutches of Death Eaters, so they could only wish the best that he was alive, yet take down numbers of the people they knew were alive for sure, him not being one of them.
She ran a hand across her cheek bone, along the small magical mark that now lay on her skin there. "We leave this room, we die. We need to either come up with a brilliant plan right now, or," She looked at everyone, all of them knowing what she was going to say, but none of them, including herself, wanting to hear it. "Use that spell as a way to end it, for us."
Ginny stood up, the weight of the words getting to her. Them being spoken aloud was much different then everyone just thinking them, it made it more final, more real.
"We can't, we still have to fight." She ran a hand over her now short hair, pacing two steps before having to turn and pace the other way because of how small the room was.
"Ginny, the only wand we have is mine, and we don't know what spell it was hit with before…." The battle that had lead them to be here, stuck in this tiny room with no where to go except death or killing themselves.
Hermione was fighting Barty Crouch Jr, well the just Barty Crouch now that his father was deceased and had been for a long time now. She was standing in front of Remus, Harry and Ginny, protecting them with their only wand, hers.
"Hello Hermione." He said with the same spiteful voice that he had said long long ago to his father in the Ministry. The voice, the day Hermione only knew of because she had seen the memory of Dumbledore's when trying to find out whatever she could about Barty.
Barty had that crazed smirk on his face, a smirk Hermione was used to now, him being Voldemort's right hand man made him the person she fought the most with in battle. He licked his lips and stalked over to her, both of their wands raised; hers aimed at his chest and his at her wand.
"Us again." He called over to her, even though it was just him, three more Death Eaters and the four of them.
"Yeah, lucky me." Hermione responded before casting a spell which he silently countered, causing it to bounce mid air and go back to her. But she reacted quickly and sent it flying into a wall at their side.
"Why do you still do this Hermione? Why not give up," he took another step towards her, Hermione could only raise her wand to his face. "Give in to me." He flicked his tongue, he was getting closer to her, like he did in most battles, and she hated it. He was insane and she couldn't stand being around him, never knowing when he would strike or pounce on her. He lowered his face
right next to hers and she felt him whisper a spell before she knew what he was doing.
She could feel everyone behind her, working to get them out, but she didn't care, all she was focused on right now was his eyes boring into hers. She knew it was the spell but she couldn't help but have it consume her, she tried to fight it, but the more she did, the more she felt him laugh at her and take more control.
He took her wand out of her hands, bringing to right next to his mouth, his great smirk only widening when he slowly licked it from its handle to its tip, which disgusted her, he moved back from her and whispered another spell into it. She saw a little glimmer of gold leave his mouth and seep into her wand, and she couldn't help but let out a strangled cry. This caused him to look back up at her, but never moving his head from her wand.
"Shh," he said raising a hand to her mouth, tapping it gently and leaving his finger lightly pressed against her lips. "It's all yours." She felt him slip the wand back into her pocket, and she darted her eyes down too look at it, she tried to move her hand to grip it tight, but couldn't. She looked back up Barty and he flicked his tongue again, only this time he moved in to her face, she felt him lick along the mark on her cheek and she felt the need to cry, vomit and kill him all at once.
He let the spell which held her go and he moved back very slowly from her, "What a waste." He whispered, it would be guessed as to himself, but Hermione knew better, it was his way of sort of saying goodbye to her. Something that had become an almost tradition with them over time, every time they fought, all five times.
She knew better then to reach out and even touch her wand, not knowing what spell he had cast, but knowing it definitely had one on it. She knew he wouldn't kill her, not right now, they would have killed them already if that's what they wanted. She turned around to the others and saw them chanting, Harry and Ginny holding their hands out for her to take, and join in with their circle and chanting. She took hold of them roughly and felt like she was using a port key, but knowing better. It was the same pulling sensation in her stomach, but when she glanced back she saw Barty licking his lips one last time, whist watching her, before disappearing to the small room which they were currently in.
"I'm sorry Ginny, I know I promised you, but that was such a long time ago." Hermione said, knowing that she was regretting her words as much as everyone was. She wiped her mark as if it burnt suddenly. Looking up at Ginny, who was walking around the cramped room, she continued. "It's the only way."
Harry spoke up now, "Ginny, we're the last ones. There are hundreds of them, nearly thousands. There are four of us." He stood up and grabbed one of Ginny's hands and pulled her to him, where he wrapped his arms around her and they just stood there, silently, holding each other.
Hermione turned to Remus and closed her eyes slowly before opening them and finding hers looking straight into his. "Are you okay with this?" She asked him lightly.
Remus nodded, running his hand though his vastly grey hair. "Yeah, I have been for awhile," Hermione knew that he was ready to take it after Tonks had, seeing no reason to live anymore. Hermione was there when he nearly tried to take it for the first and only time, she had to jump on him, making him fall to the ground where he hit and punched her into letting him up but she only did when she made him promise. "But are you?"
Hermione frowned further as she looked down at the coin in her hands. "No." she said, and looked up to Harry and Ginny holding each other. She craved having someone all the time during the war, having no one to hold her, comfort her like Ginny did. She turned back to Remus and she could tell that he knew what she was feeling. Slowly he took his coin out and twisted it open, she saw the dark purple liquid in its tiny holder.
Ginny and Harry had turned now, and watched fearfully at Remus and the coin in his hands.
There was an eerie silence as Remus leaned over to Hermione and gave her a light kiss on her lips. Hermione closed her eyes and leaned in, knowing this was his way of saying goodbye to the woman he knew was extremely alone. Her eyes still closed as he pulled back and she knew he had taken the potion when she heard a light thud. A tear fell from her eyes as she opened them slowly and looked up to Harry and Ginny.
She heard him mutter something, which she could make out as "We're together, that's all that matters." She sighed and knew that she was the perfect person to take the potion next, leaving Ginny and Harry a bit of time to themselves. It seemed right to her that it ended this way, no matter how much she didn't want it to.
Delicately she took out the stone cold coin, which now pulsed with iciness that only came when someone had died but not left a message. It was obvious that it was Remus. She twisted it open and was surprised that it came undone so easily. She looked down at the light purple liquid and noticed how cloudy it was compared to Remus', who's was a lot darker and less misty. It was weird, so summarized, unnerving definitely, to stare at your own cause of death and know that in a minute you will be dead yourself. Taking on last look at Harry and Ginny who were now sitting in the corner, hugging each other, and one last look at Remus' still body, it took her back at how much it looked like he was sleeping rather then dead.
"We had a good time in the end, but I guess.. .." She paused and smiled lightly to Harry and Ginny, knowing this was the last time, she only hoped it was like going to sleep. "I love you guys."
"Go get 'em Herms. You've been fantastic." Harry said as Hermione poured the small amount of fluid into her mouth and she didn't even need to swallow it, it absorbed into her tongue and she looked at the coin that was still held close to her face. She looked into it as she felt herself fall asleep. She took a deep breath in, knowing it would be the last breath of air she'd ever take again.
She heard Ginny call out to her, she couldn't hear or understand what it was that she said, it was just a sense that she had said something, something loud and frightened, maybe it was the potion, she thought, but she just continued to stare at the coin, she didn't know why she couldn't look away, and she was just focusing on it for as long as she could because she had a feeling that if she looked away it would all be over and she didn't want it to end, she felt tears pour down her cheek and fall over her mark, she unconsciously reached up to her mark and suddenly realised that she was still alive. She could feel her skin beneath her hand, she was breathing, she was warm, and she couldn't be dead, she should be, it only took a second to work but she was still alive.
Her hand was still on her cheek as her mid was working, lightly stroking her mark she was coming to terms that she wasn't dead.
She lowered the coin, expecting to see Ginny crying in Harry's arms, who would just be staring at her, wide eyes and mouth open, not understanding why Hermione was still alive. But they weren't there. She was in a dark room, not the same one as before though, this one was bigger, filled with desk and chairs and looked frighteningly like a class room in Hogwarts.
But she couldn't be in Hogwarts, it had been taken over by Death Eaters, she began to figure out what may have happened, maybe she had been transported there by Death Eaters. But then they would surely be there, waiting for her, and she was alone. And it wouldn't matter anyway, because she would be dead, she had taken the potion. Maybe the potion was the thing; maybe it was a transporting potion or something. It was, after all a different colour and must be a different potion all together.
Her mind was working so quickly she could hardly listen to everything it was saying and working out, she wasn't in Hogwarts, she could tell that by the views outside the window, it was a spelled window that gave it a view of a massive summer's day garden, which Hogwarts never had, but she was in a place like Hogwarts. She wasn't dead, unless this is what death was like, but she doubted it. The potion had done this, it wasn't the same as Remus'. She couldn't s believe she hadn't realised! She began to wonder why some one had given her a different potion, then she remembered the day she was given the coin along with everyone else. Snape was looking at her differently, she thought she was just imagining it but this confirmed it, Snape made each potion and must have known that hers was not the same as everyone else's.
Standing up she began to wonder why he would give her a transporting potion, it seemed crazy to her and she didn't even know where she was. She walked slowly over to the door, as quietly as she could, she reached out delicately to the door handle and was pleased to find it was open. She carefully pushed down on it and pulled at it, it wasn't stiff and she quickly peered out of it, thanking her stars that no one was on the other side.
It was a dark room, but lighter then the one she was in now. She instantly recognised the room as the one in the Ministry, the court. She slowly stepped out of the room she was in into the bigger one. Her footsteps echoed as she entered the room, constantly looking around to check that she wasn't alone, she didn't see anyone, but she knew that the room wasn't abandoned, she could tell by the papers all around the room and the noise from outside the room. It was wrong though, this room, this building, the whole Ministry was meant to be abandoned. She shut the door behind her as she stepped fully into the room. It was different, she was standing in the middle of the room, a place she had never stood before, and even though she was just surrounded by empty chairs, there was still a sense of being over powered by them. She wondered what it was like to be in the middle of wizards and witches everywhere watching you as you stood before them. This thought lead her back to the first time she had ever been in this room, watching the insane Barty Crouch Jr, she shuddered at the memory.
She took one last glance around the room as she reached the door to exit it, but as she did she saw a clock on the wall. Only she remembered that it wasn't a clock, it was that pointless date counter, like anyone would forget the date she remembered saying to herself all that time ago. She shook her head at its pointlessness and turned her head away from it but glanced back at it suddenly.
The date. August twenty third, that was wrong. She raised an eyebrow at the clock, it definitely wasn't the twenty third, and least of all August! She turned her whole body to the clock and slowly took a couple steps closer to it. It was November, the twenty first, she ran a hand over her hair and squinted up to the clock just to check that it was right. It was, in perfectly clear letters and numbers it stated that it was August twenty third 1979. She gaped at the object and tilted her head to the side. Standing on her toes she looked closer at the clock. With certainly she knew it was wrong, it had to be.
She knew she was in a strange place, and that something wasn't right, but she knew the clock had to be wrong. There was no way that it was right. She knew about time travel, she knew the feeling of it, the rush of adrenaline and sense of motionlessness along with the mind boggling thrill of knowing you are doing something that so many have dreamed about but never achieved. This was not the feeling she was getting right now. Right now she felt awkward. It was the only way to explain it, being in a place you knew about so well but knowing it all was wrong, well not it being wrong, but you being wrong. Everything Hermione knew wasn't right, yet everything around her went together. She was the one that was wrong. She was the one who was not meant to be there.
She quickly stepped back from the clock, shock causing her to nearly fall over as she nearly ran out of the room. Opening the door she spun around and stood against it firmly, reaching down to her pocket which her wand was in. She knew that she shouldn't use it, but just in case, she could at least lead people into thinking she would. She took a couple deep breaths in and let them out slowly and deliberately, the jolt of disappointment and yet glee filled her as she could now comprehend that she was alive. That she hadn't stopped living as she called it, rather then death.
Her head was tilted back against the door but as she looked forward to the world in front of her, she never expected to see Dumbledore. He was younger, shorter hair, but it was still lengthy. She felt like she was going to cry or that her eyes were going to explode in her head. She took one last deep breath in and rushed over to him and threw her arms around his neck as she hugged him with every last bit of hope and trust she had.
Dumbledore, who was taken aback to say to least, at this young woman, who he didn't know, hugging him, he just gently patted her on her back as she cried into his shoulder.
It was all to much for her, she needed to let out every bit of stress and panic and fear, everything she had kept back for so long, putting a mask over it and not letting anything escape because it was a war. She cried out for everybody that had lost their lives, she shed tears for each person that suffered and changed from the war and she bawled for the people that had been left behind, Harry, Ginny, Remus and herself, having to spend two months together on their own, knowing they were the last ones and knowing it was only a matter of time until they were going to die.
She lost all comprehendible thought as she wept in Dumbledore's arms, even though she knew it wasn't her Dumbledore, her headmaster and her teacher. If it was true, that she was in the past, this Dumbledore didn't know a single thing about what she had been though, what the Order had been though. But that just made her cling on tighter to the man who was not far from carefree yet still was liberated enough to still enjoy a sweet every now and again.
After many minutes of breaking down in this mans arms she pulled back and turned around, wiping away her tears and sniffing. "I'm sorry Professor, I just don't want you to see me this way." No matter how smart and astute Hermione was a very insecure person. Always worrying about her looks, her abilities and power even though she never showed it, but right now she felt a great need to make herself look at least half decent if this Dumbledore was going to be seeing her for the first time.
"Dear, I'm sure you look fine." She heard his kind voice speak out to her. She let out a sob at the sound of it. It had been so long since she had heard his voice, the tone that bought so much reassurance that she couldn't count, that welcomed her, comforted her and made her believe in so much that she could never have dreamed of before.
"No," She muttered into her hand as she brushed it across her tear moist lips.
She felt his hand on her shoulder, it was light, like always and she knew then that she couldn't let him see her like this, "Please, this is something I need to do, I just.. .." She looked up at the ceiling and breathed in a shallow yet much needed breath of air, "Just can't let you see me like this." She ran her hands over her hair, knowing it was bushy yer thankful it wasn't greasy.
She felt Dumbledore remove his hand lightly and she knew this was the best she could look without a brush, mirror or a wand that was cursed. Slowly she turned around to face the man she had came to respect as a genius yet love like a father over the past years. His face was still warm, like the first time she had ever seen him, he was slightly younger, yet he still held all the wisdom and knowledge that she had remembered him to have.
She smiled lightly at him, hoping that somehow he would tell her that the clock was broken and she was really just in the right time and that he had never died and everything was going to be okay.
"Don't panic, everything will be fine, just tell me who you are and what the matter is." She sighed, one out of three, she said silently to herself.
She straightened her back slightly and glanced around, and even though it was still just an empty hall, one she had stood in years ago to her knowledge, where she had been dragged out of to that meeting style room before after the whole Barty Crouch Jr thing, she turned back to Dumbledore and started to talk, "I can't explain here, can we go into that meeting room down the hall?"
Dumbledore tilted his head before nodding, "Certainly, come this way." He said, walking down the hall and to the hall which Hermione remembered.
As she walked she still couldn't believe anything. She reached out to the walls and ran her hands along them, her fingertips grazing the cold stone, trying to reassure herself that this was real, that she wasn't dreaming or being tricked. Until they reached the door, Hermione continued to touch as many solid things around her that she could find, relishing in the fact that she was not dead, that she was free from that small room where the only way she thought was death.
Dumbledore opened the door and held it for her to walk through, into the room. When she did she didn't sit down on the chairs that were there or anything, just watch Dumbledore for any sign that would show her that it wasn't real, that she was right, it was all too good to be true. But he showed know, even the way his wrist flicked up slightly after shutting the door as he took his hand off the handle. She knew that when he did that it was a spell he muttered that caused the no one to hear anything through the walls or door, she remembered asking him about it once, he seemed shocked and so did Snape, who was also in the room, apparently only herself and Snape were the only people to ever have noticed this little trick of his. And it was after many lectures from Moody that made her notice these sorts of things more often, like Mrs Weasleys habit to pull at a small strand of her hair when someone entered a room, even if she couldn't see them, she would always do it, not very hard and not many people noticed it, but Hermione had, it was always amusing to watch as someone walked into a room she was in, and comment on it to Molly, but she always denied it, even when it was Hermione and Arthur telling her that she did it.
Hermione smiled at the memory, but was instantly bought back into the room when she heard Dumbledore groan quietly as he rested himself in a chair.
Hermione rushed over to his side to help him, but he simple shook his head and laughed, "After many years of life it is only expected to find simple things harder and harder things simpler in time." Hermione nodded took a couple steps back from him, thinking she may have offended him. Dumbledore lifted his hand to a chair opposite him and spoke to her, his voice still calm and sweet, "Sit down, it will be awfully uncomfortable to stand like that for the whole of this conversation."
Hermione bowed her head and moved back to the chair opposite his own and sat down on it carefully. She crossed her legs and rested her hands in her lap, looking up at Dumbledore she wondered how she was going to explain this. She was running though a draft of things she should say and questions he may ask, and the answers she should give him but was interrupted when she saw Dumbledore reach his hand out toward her.
She looked down at his hand, seeing a small paper bag in it, "ABC Letters?" glancing back up at him, a look of confusion and wonder written on her face.
"I'm sorry?"
Dumbledore laughed lifted the bag up a bit higher, bringing her attention back to it, "There small alphabet shaped jelly sweets."
"Oh," She sighed, it had been so long since she had eaten, much longer since she had eaten sweets, she looked down at the inside of the bag, she saw many different colours of little shiny sweets, reaching into the bag she took a couple and placed them in her other hand. She looked down at the letters she had taken and considered eating one, but felt she may need to explain herself first to the man who had shown her so much gentleness and kindness without even knowing her.
"Um," she looked down at her hand, HALF TENT, she made out of the letters before looking back at Dumbledore and starting to speak again. "First of all, you taught me along time ago that you must never tell anyone about the future, no matter how close it may be or serious, but right now I don't seem to have much choice." Looking back at her hand she sighed, FLAT THEN, shaking her head at her pointless anagramming she looked back up and continued, "I was given a potion to take if there was no other way and it was best to die by your own hand then any other, you see, we are in a war, well I was in a war. I took the potion and ended up here."
Dumbledore stroked his beard and tightened his lips together, "Well that is very serious, I can not send you back into a war field you understand, but I was also not aware of a war anywhere, where are you from?"
"1998." She said openly, it was only a matter of time before she had to tell him anyway, so it may as well be early in the conversation then leading him to believing she was just lost, rather then a time traveller.
Dumbledore nodded slowly, and she just shifted in her chair. "I see, and this potion, it brought you here rather then bring you death." Hermione nodded as she listened to him continued, "This potion, I take it, was made just for you, no life stopping potions I know of can cause time travel in any situation I know of."
"That's what I'm beginning to think, everyone else's was a darker purple, mine was a kind of lighter, cloudier purple." Hermione said, searching her pockets suddenly, she found what she was looking for and bought it out, she handed it over to Dumbledore. "That's the container that the potion was given to me in." Dumbledore took it carefully and flipped it over in his hands a couple times.
"Yes, I recognise this coin, the design, I take it we do not do as well in the war as I would have liked." His voice was grim and Hermione knew then that she may have just changed history.
"Sir, I have a feeling that you sent me here for a reason. Do you know what that might be?" Hermione's voice was calm; she was beginning to link things together, the way Snape was looking at her, the reaction of Dumbledore, Minerva, Snape and Moody's to the mark that she had gotten so nicely from the insane Barty Crouch Jr himself.
"No, I do not, it couldn't be to defeat Voldemort now, he is to powerful and it is only rising by the day." Dumbledore ran his hand over his beard again before taking the coin in his hand and twisting it open. He lifted it up to his nose and sniffed it, before instantly moving his head away from it and twisting the other half of the coin back on. "Is there anyone that has done anything important in the war in your time, in this time or sometime in the near future?"
Hermione was running people through her head, Lucius Malfoy, no he was already a Death Eater, Snape was as well. Bellatrix and her husband would be just getting married and by now have been Death Eaters along with Goyle, Crabbe and Avery. Regulus Black had already abandoned the Death Eaters and been killed so it wasn't anything to do with him. "I'm going to be born this year in September, the nineteenth, it might be something about that, but I doubt it, I never heard of a strange woman coming and helping my parents or me as a baby who had the same name as me or something like that. The only other thing I can think of is Barty Crouch Jr, it's his last year in Hogwarts, isn't it?"
"Yes, I know Mr Crouch Jr, starting his last year in September. What might he have to do with the war?"
"He will become a Death Eater sometime this year, he will be found out and sent to Azkaban. But he escaped, bringing on the second rise of Voldemort. So maybe I'm here to stop him from becoming a Death Eater or something, I'm not sure though." Hermione sighed and rested her head in her hand, her voice faulted for a second, "I just wish you had given me some sort of clue or assignment before I was sent here, before you-" She stopped talking, not wanting to really tell him that one day he will die, not that he didn't know that anyway, but she just didn't feel comfortable in telling a man that she knew when he was going to die.
Dumbledore folded his arms over his chest and Hermione just remembered something, "You don't know my name." She was slightly shocked at this fact, that she hadn't told him, that he hadn't asked.
"You seemed to know be able to open up with out me knowing your name. Anyway, what's in a name?" She saw him pop a ABC letter into his mouth and she smirked at the small detail that the letter was H.
"That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." She quoted from Shakespeare.
That cause Dumbledore to smile widely and lean back in his chair, "I think may have liked to teach you at one point of your life. I feel you may be a great student."
Hermione tucked a hair behind her ear and smiled at him, blushing, "Thank you, sir, you kind of did teach me. It may not have been in studies like Runes or Charms, but certainly in life." Hermione stood up and held her hand out to him, "Hermione Jane Granger."
"Albus Dumbledore," he replied and shook her hand. "Now lets get down to business, what year are you in?"
"I graduated a year ago as Head Girl, sir." She said as she sat back down on her chair.
"What house were you in?"
"Gryffindor."
"Well, if you are going to be befriending Mr Crouch Jr, I believe I may have to move you into a more suitable house, Ravenclaw maybe." Dumbledore commented softly, Hermione guessed mainly to himself.
"Sir," She said, confusion in her voice, questioning where he might be leading. "Are you suggesting that I join Hogwarts for my last year again?"
"Yes, come, we must start organising things, I think it would be more appropriate, paperwork and such." Dumbledore started to get up from his chair, and walked over to the fireplace, taking his wand out and starting a fire within its stone walls. She saw him take a hand full of powder from a small pot next to it and throwing it into the fire. "Please, follow after me."
Hermione nodded and stood up, walking over to the fire as Dumbledore Flooed out. Taking a hand full of powder herself, she looked down at her hand, one with the blue green Floo powder, and the other which still held the gummy sweets, making one anagram, THAN LEFT, then threw the powder into the flames and stepping into it, yelling out words she had not said in ages.
Never knowing that her world could be turned upside down so fast and abruptly like it just had, she felt the rush of air around her that came with Flooing and with the windy gust that covered her all over, it felt slightly like flying, flying made her feel free, it was just the fear of falling that had always kept her down. But now, she needed that rush, to feel alive after believing her life would end, she needed all the rushes she could get, to feel more alive, to savour the feeling of living that she hadn't gotten in awhile.
Feeling the stone floor of the fireplace reach her feet, it bought her back down to earth, and she ducked out of the fireplace into the office which, in her time, had been taken over by Death Eaters and this room was the personal chambers of one Barty Crouch Jr, his reward for being the one to kill Dumbledore himself, where other had failed. She shuddered as she stood straight and sucked in a breath of air as she was about to be attending studies at Hogwarts again. She couldn't help but feel excited at the idea of it, but also feel a lot of pain for those she had left behind, for those who were dead in her time, but haven't even been born yet. She wondered who she might see as she looked around Dumbledore's office, the only real difference being that he didn't have Gryffindor's sword on the wall behind and above his desk. She wondered what she had already changed just by being here, or if it was like a time turner, that everything she was going to do now had already been done in her past.
Walking over to a chair and sitting down on it, watching Dumbledore search through some papers which were a big mess behind his desk, she began to speculate weather she should befriend Barty, or just kill him so he could never do anything ever again. She rubbed her cheek briefly and was severely tempted to go with the latter option.
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