I'm blow away by all the love for this story. Serious thing. I'm overjoyed that so many people are enjoying it, thank you so, so much for reviewing, favouriting and following my story. It means a lot to me.
empc523 staaaph you're making me blush. Thank you soooo much xx
Catty3120 you'll just have to wait and see ;)
A guest said that Gideon and Fabian were twins...I looked it up and it said they were brothers? Also I said "their older sister Molly"? Idk.
I hope you like this chapter and please let me know what you think. I just updated Promise this morning and It Was Her Ginger Hair a couple days ago :).
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, only the storyline is mine.
December 1st, 1998
"Remus! Moony! Open the fucking door! MOO-" Sirius banged incessantly on Remus' door until his disgruntled sandy haired friend threw it open.
"Sirius it's like three in the morning. What the hell could possibly be this important?" Remus rubbed his face tiredly, Tonks appeared behind him in the doorway, rocking a screaming Teddy back and forth, cooing and trying to soothe the infant. Remus had a pair of trousers hanging lowly on his hips and some socks on his feet and that was it.
"I remember," Sirius said frantically, pushing by Remus into the house, kissing Tonks quickly on the cheek, and taking Teddy from her arms. Sirius made a couple goofy faces at him, he quieted instantly and a couple moments later he giggled lightly before his eyes started to droop. "Sorry about that, Tonks." Sirius gently placed Teddy in her open embrace.
"I'm going to put him back to bed, and then I'll be back." Tonks told the two men, before walking away, disappearing around the corner.
"Now what on Earth are you on about?" Remus groaned, slowly making his way over to the living area, plopping down heavily on one of the couches.
"Hermione and Draco. I remember."
"Hermione Granger and Draco Mal-" Remus' eyes widened and he sat up, wide awake now. Sirius threw his hands in the air, relief running over his face.
"Finally, I thought I was going to have to recount the whole bloody tale to you."
"Why are we only now remembering?" Remus stood up, pacing back and forth, "wait what's today's date?"
"December 1st, why?" Sirius' brow puckered.
"We need to go see McGonagall,"
"Why in Merlin's name would we go and see Minnie?"
"Because if I'm right, Hermione and Draco are gone."
"Mione and Dray would disappear on December 1st every year..."Sirius said, connecting the dots.
"They would come back late in the evening, and their excuse was that they were visiting McGonagall. Every. Single. Time." Remus said gravely.
"What does all this mean?"
"Mione told me a few days before she disappeared that when the time was right I should talk to you and McGonagall and everything would become clear." Remus frowned, leaving Sirius and running to his left down the hall.
"Where are you going?" Sirius asked incredulity.
"To get a shirt," Remus returned pulling a t-shirt over his head, Sirius glanced at his friend's feet.
"What about shoes?" Sirius raised his eyebrows as he followed Remus to Teddy's room, Tonks was just closing the door and tilted her head questioningly at her Husband and cousin.
"Fuck shoes, Pads." Remus leaned down and lightly kissed Tonks. "We need to get to Hogwarts, I'll explain later, I love you." Remus rushed out, spinning on his heel, grabbing Sirius' arm and dragging him out of the house.
"Bye?" Tonks said, her hand half raised in a wave. "I'm going back to sleep." She yawned, her hair turning a powdery blue colour.
...
"MINNNIE!" Sirius screamed at the gargoyle to the Headmasters stairs. "MINNNIIIEEE!"
"Sirius?" Sirius snapped his head to his right and he saw Harry pull his invisibility cloak off of him; a blonde, blue eyed girl peering curiously at them at his side.
"Good going, Harry!" Sirius exclaimed, momentarily forgetting about why they were there.
"Focus, Pads." Remus scolded his friend, hitting his shoulder. "Ullo there, Harry."
"What in the name of-" McGonagall rushed down the stairs, a furious look on her face, "You two!"
"Minnie, finally," Sirius huffed in indignation.
"Despite what you may think I am not at your beck and call, Sirius Black. Why are you screaming at the top of your lungs, what on Earth could be so important it could not wait until morning," Minerva tapped her foot impatiently.
"Hermione and Draco."
"What would you both want with Miss Granger and Mister Malfoy, th-" Minerva's eyes widened when she noticed how grave they both looked.
"You mean Hermione and Draco Potter,"
"What happened September 7th, 1979, Minnie?" Sirius asked quietly, his fists clenched tightly.
"Sirius..." McGonagall said sadly, Remus' warning look next to Sirius stopped her from reaching out and comforting the man.
"What...happened." Sirius' tone was dark and dangerous, a low growl ripped out of his throat.
"One second they were there and the next they were just-"
"GONE!" Ron screamed running down the hall, his hair flying back behind him, hands waving around wildly.
"What are you talking about, Ron?" Harry turned to his best friend, placing a hand on his back when the redhead reached them; panting heavily and doubled over.
"Hermione...she's...gone." Ron huffed out, wiping some sweat off of his brow.
"She's probably in the library or so-"
"I checked the map, she's not there, and I waited outside of the Room of Requirement, Harry. She always goes back to the Head Dorms before one. Always." Ron shook his head, a look of absolute certainty on his face.
"We-"
"It's just as we thought." Remus said grimly, squeezing Sirius' shoulder comfortingly.
"Hermione and Draco have gone back in time." Sirius sighed.
...
September Seventh, 1971
Narcissa Malfoy liked to escape her Common Room on evenings before curfew when she wasn't on patrol, in a little alcove on the Third Floor. Narcissa was caught up in thoughts of Sirius and how he had yelled at her for abandoning Andromeda when she needed them. Foolish boy has no idea what he's talking about. Dromeda was wrong to run away with that Muggleborn...wrong to...find someone she loved. As if I am not doing something similar. Narcissa leaned against the wall and stared up at the ceiling. Mother arranged for me to marry Regulus...he is still a child. Not like...Lucius. Narcissa felt heat brush against her cheeks when she pictured the fair haired man. Lucius despite his cold exterior was always sweet to her when they were alone. Father will never accept Lucius' proposal to marry me, his distate for Abraxas is too great.
Narcissa's peace was soon interrupted by a small boy. One of the Potter brats. She rolled her eyes, she was going to forget about him entirely until he started cursing outside of her little nook. He was banging on the far wall. What in Merlin's name?
Narcissa silently got up and crept to the entrance, her eyes adjusting to the light provided by the dimly lit lanterns, her first instinct was to take away house points for disturbing her evening, but she hesitated when she saw how broken he looked. There was something in his posture, she couldn't even see his face, yet she knew he was crying from the way his small frame wracked with silent sobs. She almost dismissed it as some older students had bullied him, when he spun around, tear tracks on his face, a defiant look in his grey eyes and his wand raised.
"Who's there?" The boy snapped, for the life of her she couldn't remember what his name was. Mother had mentioned his name in her letter; she bumped into Dorea and Charlus and was surprised that they had three children attending Hogwarts this year. Dorea explained that they had adopted her brother-in-laws children years ago, but hadn't thought it necessary to mention it to anyone.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Narcissa said softly, raising her hands as she exited the shadows. She must have imagined it, but she swore she saw the boy start to lower his wand. She blinked and it was back in its' place. The boy's arm didn't shake like she had expected, cold eyes greeted hers. Grey eyes...he's...he looks like...why does he look so familiar?
"I'm supposed to believe that?" The boys scoffed, squaring his shoulders.
"I could have hexed you and been gone by now, don't try my patience boy." Narcissa frowned. First years were almost always sensible enough to never talk back to the older years. He must be stupid, or reckless. He is a Gryffindor after all.
"More like the other way around," The boy barked out a sharp laugh, pain swirled in his eyes and Narcissa grew more perplexed by the enigma of the boy in front of her.
"What is your name, boy?" Narcissa asked, lowering her hands to her sides. She wasn't going to draw her wand, but the boy had piqued her interest.
"Potter," He smirked.
"Your first name," She insisted.
"Draco." He said softly, tilting his head as if to gauge her reaction. Narcissa sucked in a sharp breath, but other than that outwardly she had no reaction. Inside her emotions were tumbling around. It is a Black tradition to name their children after stars, did Dorea do this? Why does this boy strike a chord within me. Why is he so familiar. It's the same name...same name I told Lucius I wanted to name our son if we ever had one last week.
"I need...I need to go. Ten points from Gryffindor." Narcissa spat as she rushed away from the boy, as quickly as she could. She ignored the protests he yelled after her. She needed to stay as far away from that boy as possible. It felt like he could see past her walls, see all of her secrets. It was an uncomfortable feeling that writhed beneath her skin.
...
Back where Narcissa left him Draco was cursing silently under his breath. His first proper encounter with his Mother and it had failed miserably. It could have been worse, I could have had to stun and obliviate her. Things just don't add up, why the hell is Sirius' brat of a brother engaged to my Mother. I don't care what Hermione says, I'm going to find out.
...
December 5th, 1971
"WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!" Sirius yelled excitedly, bouncing up and down on Draco's bed. Draco cracked open an eye, sighed, and then rolled onto his side backing Sirius.
"It's your birthday, Draco!" James grinned merrily, jumping in front of the boys' face. Draco clamped his eyelids shut, throwing a pillow over his head.
"It's not even six in the morning, you know he's not a morning person," Remus yawned from his own bed, sitting on the lip of the mattress, stretching.
"Piss off," Draco groaned, Sirius had stolen his sheets, and was now attempting to steal his pillow with James assistance.
"What are all of you doing?" Hermione asked as she quietly walked up their stairs, Lily and Alice hovering behind her. Alice was hugging a tan teddy bear tightly to her chest.
"MIONE!" Sirius exclaimed, abandoning his previous task. He ran up and over Draco's bed. Bending down to grab her thighs, lifting her into the air and spinning her around. "Happy Birthday, princess."
"Sirius Black! I am not a princess now put me down," Hermione demanded, the large grin on her face did not help her case. Sirius smoothly put her down, only to engulf her in a hug.
"Happy Birthday, Mione." Remus smiled shyly behind them. Hermione poked Sirius, and he let go of her. Moments later Hermione flung herself into Remus' arms. The young boy looked mildly terrified for a split second before he tentatively wrapped his arms around her back. You aren't going to hurt me by hugging me, Remus. Well it is a lot better than three months ago.
"Thank you, Remus." Hermione paused, waiting to hear Sirius' protests, when she did she added, "You too, Sirius!"
"See, she loves me too," Sirius grinned.
"H-Happy Birthday, Hermione," Peter gave her a watery smile from across the room.
"Thank you, Peter." Hermione said tightly, Remus stepped back from their hug and jerked his head in Draco's direction. James had succeeded in stealing the rest of Draco's pillows and now he was sitting grumpily against his headboard, glaring at his brother.
"Happy Birthday, Mione." James sang across the room, Lily and Alice giggled by the door at how off-key it was. "Good Morning, Evans. Hey there, Alice."
"Stop flirting, we have a special day planned," Sirius announced.
"Why do I get the feeling that I'm not going to like this special day?" Hermione put her hands on her hips.
"Because Sirius planned it?" Remus chuckled lightly. Sirius had moved onto the last occupant of the room and tried to rouse him. Frank Longbottom was still snoring softly away, the ruckus that the other boys had caused had not bothered him at all. Right, McGonagall had to use an extension charm and place another bed in here. Hermione remembered absentmindedly.
"Wait, how did you get up here? We can't go up the girls' stairs," James frowned.
"How do you know that, Potter? Did you try to get into the girls' dorms?" Lily glared at James.
"I tried to visit Mione once, and I slid back down," James admitted sheepishly.
"Probably because it's less likely for girls to try and sneak into the boys' rooms?" Alice suggested in a quiet voice.
"Do I even get a say in what I want to do for my birthday?" Hermione asked. They don't need to know that I spent my real birthday exploring the Forbidden Forest by myself.
"You boys can go spend the day how you want, we're going to have a girls' day." Lily said sternly, walking forward to loop her arm through Hermione's and then she dragged her out of the room. Alice waved shyly before trailing after them.
...
After Breakfast they had gone back to their dorms to bundle up in a few more layers before they went to go play outside.
"Are you ok, Lily?" Hermione asked concerned, Severus was with some of his rotten friends who were leering at them from under a tree. Severus was staring at Lily, arms crossed over her chest.
"He doesn't talk to me when he hangs out with them." Lily whispered, Hermione felt protective over the small Gryffindor as she wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
"You have us, Lily." Alice smiled, on Lily's other side, grabbing a hold of her hand.
"Alice is right, we're always going to be here for you," Hermione promised.
"I'm not going to be sad anymore," Lily said determinedly, shaking her head violently. "It's your birthday, Mione, I'm sure you don't want to listen to me mope about." Lily turned to look at Hermione, a broad smile on her face.
"Then what do you suggest we do?" Hermione laughed lightly at the determination that was rolling off of the redhead.
"SNOW FIGHT!" Sirius rolled out from behind a tree and aimed his wand at them. Hermione's eyes widened as she figured out what was happening. Sirius was hurling snowballs at them. Where are the rest of them? Hermione thought frantically as she dodged one aimed for her face.
"Black!" Lily screamed, sliding into the snow to avoid the barrage of snowballs he had aimed at her. Alice was taken off guard when sweet, little Frank ran up behind her and crashed a snowball on her head.
"Attack!" James commanded, sprinting towards Hermione from her left, Draco and Remus hot on his heels, all of their wands extended in front of them.
You think you've won, heh. Think again boys. Hermione non verbally tied James' laces together and before he knew it he was face down in the snow. Draco smirked at her and she knew she wouldn't be able to take him down as easily, and she couldn't underestimate Remus either. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Peter creeping towards her, shakily holding a snowball in his hand. Too easy. She pulled out her wand, swished and flicked and Peter was soon floating up into the air, panicking he flailed around quickly grabbing onto one of the tree branches ahead of him.
Lily had taken out her wand and was now assaulting Sirius furiously with stinging hexes, snow dripping from her hair. He guffawed loudly as he avoided most of them, when the occasional one would land he would make a pained noise, but he never ceased his attempts to throw snowballs at her.
Alice was now sitting on top of Frank, one leg crossed over the other and smiling proudly of what she had done. Frank pleading for her to let him up, but his cries fell on deaf ears as Alice was enjoying herself too much to get up.
Whilst Hermione had been distracted by how the other girls were getting through, Draco and Remus had helped James up and were now hurling snow balls in her direction. Not quite.
Hermione chuckled as she raised her wand, the snow balls stopping inches away from her, and she span around to see the boys eyes widen. "Happy Birthday, Dray!" Hermione laughed merrily as she returned the boys snow balls to them. They began to run in the other direction, and Hermione saw Remus' eyes flash gold momentarily and noticed it was the first time she had seen it when he was happy. The older Lupin can probably control it a little better. James, Draco and Remus avoided most of the snowballs but Hermione still managed to land a few.
"You, Lady Potter, are a worthy opponent!" James said gleefully as he ran towards her, tucking his wand back into his coat. Hermione giggled when he engulfed her in a warm hug.
"Why thank you, Lord Potter," Hermione teased, gripping onto him tightly.
"Well I'm not finished!" Sirius said crashing snowballs on top of both of their heads, still dodging Lily's hexes.
"Sirius!" James and Hermione yelled at the same time, they shared a mischievous look. "Together?" James asked Hermione, "together!" Hermione nodded giddily. The siblings chased after Sirius with Lily close by their side, throwing snowballs, hexes and jinxes as they went. Remus went to try and get Peter down, and Draco tried to persuade Alice to free Frank. After a few moments of deliberation, she got up, reminding Draco that he owed her, and then blushed a deep red when she met Frank's gaze.
It is finally starting to feel like home. Hermione thought warmly as she collapsed in a pile with her brother, Sirius and Lily. Soon the rest of their group came to join them, and Hermione ignored the hateful looks the Slytherins were sending them, and revelled in the moment. Hermione glanced toward Draco and she saw true happiness shining in his eyes. Yes, this is my new home. For the first time since she'd been here, Hermione wasn't worried about how she was going to get back to her time, but was perfectly content to stay in this one.
...
December 12th 1971
"You see, Minerva. In order for the knowledge of what the young Potters bestowed upon me to not interfere in my future decisions, I have put certain measures in place."
" What kind of measures?"
"Carefully constructed walls within my brain that will only come down when it is necessary. Currently all I can remember is how we helped them find a home with the Potters. I remember a conversation - but not what the conversation entailed."
"How is that even possible, Albus?"
"It took a few months of planning but I finally succeeded a few days ago. At least I think I did."
"I don't know anythi-"
"No, nothing you know will have any effect on the future. To my knowledge at least."
"Albus, do you think they were sent back in time for a reason?" Minerva queried, sitting down elegantly in one of the chairs across from the Headmaster.
Dumbledore looked around the room, at the portraits of all of the previous Headmasters, he looked at the Sorting Hat resting on one of the high shelves, and when he was finished his gaze fell upon the worried Transfiguration teacher.
"Minerva, I think everything happens for a reason, there is a purpose behind every good and bad thing that occurs. Most people welcome the good and shun the bad, but in the end there is a balance, and the world will right itself once it finds it again."
"Albus,"
"I think we need to ensure that the two young Potters don't endanger the future they spoke of, I don't remember it but I do remember that it was important that the events leading up to it stay intact."
"How do you propose that we get them to do that? A Wizard's Oath?"
"An Unbreakable Vow," Dumbledore said grimly, resting face against his interlocked fingers, his elbows propping him up on the desk.
...
April 9th, 1972
Granger always was too nice for her own good. Draco scowled internally as he watched his 'twin' help Pettigrew off on the ground. They had left him to his own devices for five minutes and some older Slytherins had surrounded the poor boy and were levitating him in the air for sport. I'm surprised that was all they did. Probably would have gotten worse if we'd been gone any longer.
If my theory is right maybe it's Granger's bleeding heart that let the rat into the Marauder's ranks. If she hadn't been so nice to the small boy before even knowing who he was...well time would most likely have found another way to shove him into our story.
Granted she usually just ignores his presence, but she couldn't do that in front of those Slytherins. It would have said that Peter was on his own, might as well have painted a target on his back, they would have seen him as easy prey.
Draco's thoughts were interrupted when Hermione skipped over to him and plopped down next to him, neatly folding her skirt beneath her so she didn't flash anyone.
"Don't give me that look. I couldn't leave him to get tortured by those jerks." Hermione said defensively, Draco smirked. Called it.
"You know the worst part of all of this?" Draco murmured, the afternoon breeze picking up and caressing his face.
"You mean besides the fact that nothing we do is going to change the inevitable?"
"I was going to say we're going to have to go through puberty again, but yea...that too."
"It feels wrong for condemning a boy for sins he has yet to commit, yet I can't help but want to hurt Peter for what he does to my family." Hermione growled.
"Your family?"
"They're your family too, Draco. You can't fool me." Hermione stuck out her tongue, nudging him lightly.
"Uhuh."
"I see you, Draco Malfoy. You aren't as cold hearted as you'd like to think. I know you've started to care about them."
"Remus likes you." Draco said, changing the topic. Hermione narrowed her eyes, knowing what he was trying to do.
"Remus and I are just friends, Draco." For now, I see the way he looks at you. He may only be twelve and unsure what those feelings mean, but I do.
"Speaking of Remus," Hermione's voice dropped to a low whisper, "do you think we should try and become Animagi before James and the others find out about his condition?"
"Do you know when that'll be?"
"Professor Lupin mentioned it once, he said that in the beginning of their - our second year the boys found out. He never elaborated on the details but..."
"So it's settled then. First thing though. Should probably go and tell the old coot that we know about Remus and that we want to help him." Draco scowled. I don't care what Potter thought of him, he never tells anyone the whole truth, in his own way he's manipulating all of us. I would never wish ill on him and I want to take back what happened in Sixth Year, but that doesn't change the fact that he constantly keeps everyone in the dark until 'the time is right'.
"We can tell him, but whatever the outcome from here on out it's our job to look after our boys. Which means Remus is never going to spend another Full Moon by himself again, as long as I can help it." Hermione vowed, her determined hazel eyes locked on the Sandy haired boy under a tree laughing with all their other friends.
She may have a bleeding heart, but that's one of the reasons that I lo- Draco shook his head violently. No. Those kind of thoughts are too dangerous. Especially now. Then what Draco? Even if she has a smidgen of affection in return for you, you can't act on it. To the rest of the World we are siblings - twins in fact. No. I'll get over them soon enough. I have to.
...
April 23rd 1972
"We know about Remus, Professor Dumbledore," Hermione declared, marching into his office.
"We?" Dumbledore asked; Hermione was alone, and she was all business, her mouth set in a grim line as she folded her arms over her chest.
"Draco and I."
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry my brain is fuzzy on most of the details that you informed me of, I put measures in place you see. To ensure I don't act prematurely or alter the future." Dumbledore motioned for her to take a seat across from him. She followed suit, she sat with her back flat against the back of the chair, one leg crossed over the other, hands resting comfortably on the chair arms. Hermione looked like a royal who was both intrigued and thoroughly bored. "Liquorish Whip?" He removed the glass top of a large container, a smile on his face.
"No, thank you," Hermione narrowed her eyes. He wants something.
"I also have something to discuss with you and Mister Potter."
"I can relay a message,"
"I want both of you to make an Unbrea-"
"I refuse," Hermione snarled; if Dumbledore was taken aback by her reaction he didn't show it, his eyes twinkled with mirth at the ferocity of the young girl.
"I see you know what it is,"
"I know that I will die if I break it," Hermione said vehemently, her fingers digging into the arms of the chair.
"I cannot risk your knowledge to affect the outcome of-"
"You think I don't know that!" Hermione snapped, leaning forward threateningly, "I know I can't change anything, do you know how frustrating that is? How hard it is?" Hermione felt the hot tears running down her face, angrily she swiped them away. Flashes of the boys ran through her mind, Lily, Alice, Frank, mine, my family. "Nothing I do will change the future and I'm going to lose so many people that I love, and yet I haven't sai-"
"Yet. It will grow increasingly difficult and in a moment of weakness you may tell them everything." Dumbledore said sagely, smoothing out the edge of a piece of parchment laid out on the desk in front of him.
"You do-"
"My dear. I know all too well what it is like to lose loved ones," Dumbledore said gravely, the twinkled in his eye disappearing momentarily. Ariana.
"I understand," Hermione lowered her voice, her anger slowly ebbing out of her. "I will not make an Unbreakable Vow. A Wizard's Oath, yes."
"I implore you to change your mind, to at least word it in such a way as not to make you feel like you are trapped,"
"I have a feeling I don't have a choice either way," Hermione said bitterly, "Let's get this over with."
Dumbledore rose from his chair and moved to the other side of the desk, waiting patiently for Hermione to stand. He planned this. Hermione thought wryly as McGonagall entered the room. Once she did he led Hermione to a free space in the middle of the room. He knelt first and Hermione begrudgingly followed suit, reached out and grasped Dumbledore's right forearm, he mimicked the gesture, his fingers cold against her skin.
"Do you Hermione Granger, vow to not share details of the future that could prevent the events to come from taking place?" Dumbledore asked. McGonagall was clearly not comfortable with this plan, but she could not protest if Hermione had willingly agreed to do this.
"I, Hermione Granger, vow to not share details of the future that could prevent the events to come from taking place." Hermione repeated, slowly and reluctantly. A thin tongue of brilliant flame issued from the wand and wove its way around their hands like a red-hot wire.
"I think that should be sufficient, Miss Potter." Dumbledore nodded in McGonagall's direction and the flame glowed brightly for a moment before fading away as she muttered an incantation. He used my real name because it wouldn't be as binding if I chose to rebuke my new one. Now he's back to pretending I am a normal student.
"I'll let, Draco know." Hermione said in a hushed tone. "I did as you asked, now you will do what I ask." Hermione demanded, standing up, and offering a hand to her Headmaster, he peered curiously at it. The double meaning behind it clear, nodding he accepting her help up.
"If that is all, Albus, Miss Potter." McGonagall nodded cordially, she didn't like what she had to do at all, and she didn't want to stand stay any longer than she was needed. Turning swiftly on her heel, she strode out of the room.
"She didn't want to be a part of it, you see," Dumbledore said quietly, walking across the room back to his desk. Tiredly sitting down in his chair.
"Remus Lupin, Draco and I would like permission to let him know that we know about his condition, seeing as the full moon is in a few days." Hermione stated, Dumbledore sensed that no matter what he said she was going to inform the young wolf either way.
"Yes, Miss Potter, you have my blessing, as long as you promise to keep it a secret from the other students,"
"I think I've proved my trustworthiness," Hermione said sourly.
"I'll let, Poppy know that the two of you will be expected in the Infirmary after the full moon for here on out."
"Thank you," Hermione nodded.
"Miss Potter," Dumbledore called out to her as she started to leave.
"Yes, Headmaster?"
"The trace,"
"What about it, Professor?" Hermione frowned.
"It will come off on December 5th when you both turn seventeen."
"Draco will be happy about that," Hermione chuckled lightly.
"Why is that?"
"His real Birthday is in June," Hermione smiled fondly. "Now if you'll excuse me, Professor. My friends are most likely wondering where I am."
"Of course, Miss Potter, have a good evening." As good an evening as I can seeing as Draco isn't going to be happy about this, I may have to take him to the Room of Requirement. Who know how he'll react, he doesn't like being forced to do things, especially seeing how the last few years back in our time played out. This ought to be fun.
I hope you enjoyed it! Like I said before my updating schedule will be highly sketch over the next month so I'm trying to update as much as I can in the next few days. Originally I was going to have practically their entire first year in this chapter...a good 10k+ words, but decided against it. The chapters for each year will get longer with each consecutive year :p
Every now and then I'm going to pop in a little thing about the future and how everyone is dealing with the situation. Remus and Sirius are besides themselves obviously and I think it'll be fun? Interesting? To see how it will all play out. (Why they are only now remembering will be revealed eventually as well).
-Indieblue xx
P.S. I loooove all of you beautiful humans