I have a confession to make. In between writing everything else, I somehow managed to write several scenes from their sixth year. So I actually have a general idea as to what is going to happen from now to then. Those scenes won't really be changed by much unless I decide to go in a completely different direction. So just letting you know that their sixth year, some of those scenes are pre-written. No idea why I felt the need to share that, but there ya go. Useless facts for your Wednesday :").
This story has received such a positive response, and I'm completely overwhelmed by all the love this story and Promise have gotten. It makes me so, so over the moon with joy. I didn't properly update Promise on Friday but I did write a kind of smutty chapter, never properly done it before or tried it...so go me for trying new things. This is quite long and I'm sure you want to read the chapter so I'll just add a few more things and we can get right into it :D
Sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, I didn't really edit it as thoroughly as I would like, but I didn't get much of a chance to. So apologising in advance for that.
PenguinGirl94 : Pretty sure I sent you a PM but my memory fails me, so either way I'm so glad you get where I'm coming from. I really enjoyed writing the scene where Draco 'swooped in' as you said ;p. Anyways thank you so so much, I hope you (and everyone else) continue to enjoy this story!
Suzululu4moe : We went through all of that and seriously thank you for taking the time to write all of that out. I just wanted to tell everyone that I'm sorry if what happened to Mrs. Norris seemed like Animal Abuse, I didn't mean for it to be like that. I really want for Hermione to have 'better' friends in this fic. Not saying Harry and Ron were terrible, just as you said, Ron belittled a lot of things Hermione did and Harry didn't really stand up for her.
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Platform Nine and Three Quarters
July 3rd, 1972
"Look there's Mum!" Hermione yelled over her shoulder, pushing her cart towards Dorea. Charlus was a little ways away speaking to a red haired man, with a jolly expression, lightly flushed cheeks and a layer of happy fat around his belly.
"There are my wonderful children, and their friends," Charlus said proudly as the gaggle of youths headed in his direction. "I'll see you around, Tiberus," That must Molly, Gideon and Fabian's Father. Ignatius' brother.
"Both of you have grown so much!" Dorea's eyes widened, a warm smile on her face as she hugged Draco and James. Hermione hung back and instead threw herself into Charlus' arms. Hermione could feel the hearty laugh reverberate through her Father's chest and she crinkled her nose in happiness.
"Now who are both of you?" Dorea asked kindly looking between Sirius and Remus, she knew from Draco's letters and Sirius had the trademark Black looks. Her own grey eyes looked up and down at the boys.
"My name is Remus Lupin...M'am," Remus' eyes widened as Dorea engulfed him in a quick hug.
"I'm Sirius Black, your cousin." Sirius grinned cheekily, bowing ever so slightly.
"Wait, that's right. You're my cousin!" James said excitably, bumping his shoulder against Sirius'.
"A little distant, but yes dear. You're Sirius' cousin," Dorea smirked. "How is Walburga these days?" Dorea's eyes turned to hard steel, a sweet smile still on her face.
"Same old," Sirius shrugged.
"So a vindictive bitch?" Dorea voice dripped with honey as she looked at the group of children innocently.
"I like you," Sirius grinned broadly, "now I know where Mione gets her spunk from," Sirius turned to Hermione and winked.
"Spunk," Hermione scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"I think we should get out of here don't you?" Charlus asked the group, the youths nodded their head fervently.
"Right. Time to go home then," Dorea announced happily, jovially linking her arm with her husband.
"Your Mum was in Slytherin?" Sirius whispered to James.
"Not all Slytherins are bad," James said firmly, "our year just has a lot of bad eggs," he scowled. So much for him getting over the Snape incident anytime soon. At least he doesn't blindly hate ALL SLytherins.
"Come along, children, I arranged a portkey since there are so many of us, and we don't want to miss it!" Dorea yelled over her shoulder.
"Coming!" Hermione yelled back, pulling on Draco's sleeve and gesturing to the two other boys to pick up the pace. As Hermione looked over her shoulder briefly to see her boys joking around and knocking purposefully into each other, she couldn't help but think, this is going to be one hell of a summer.
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Potter Manor
July 4th, 1972
"Just how large is this place?" Sirius gaped as James led the group through the house. Hermione and Draco were hanging back a little bit to whisper amongst themselves. Remus tried, he really did to not overhear any of their conversation, but his sensitive hearing couldn't help but pick up snippets of conversation.
"Do we tell Mum?"
"She wouldn't have a problem, would she?"
"No, at least I don't think so."
"We can't tell the boys."
Remus put together that they were talking about him, he didn't tell them that his Father was coming to pick him up before the Full Moon, as much as he wanted to stay, he knew there wasn't anywhere for him to go.
"James...Lily..." Remus frowned when he heard that, but the twins voices had fallen from hushed whispers to silence.
In front of them Sirius was thoroughly impressed by the light wood, large windows and generally hominess of the estate.
"Grimmauld Place is nothing like this, it's dark and miserable," Sirius whistled, grinning whilst he said it. Nothing gets him down, does it.
"When do you have to go back?" James frowned.
"Beginning of August. In time for some ball my Mother is throwing. Haven't the foggiest idea why the miserable old wench wants to throw a party. It'll probably be a morbid affair if I'm being honest." Sirius said with his lips pressed in a thin line. I guess some things to get him down. His Mother sounds awful from what he's let slip, pretty much as bad as my Dad. Remus though sombrely.
"Mordid is a big word for you, Sirius. Hermione rubbing off on you?" Remus teased good heartedly.
"I'd love for her to rub up on me," Sirius smirked playfully. Remus laughed to himself when James hit Sirius on the back of the head. Draco nodded in approval whilst Hermione just rolled her eyes.
"You're a real charmer," Hermione said dryly.
"Don't even think about it, mate," James warned Sirius when he opened his mouth to respond.
They all jumped when the small House Elf apparated into the middle of their fold, large eyes blinking up at all of them. Dorea had given Mipsy a new 'uniform'; which was a little black and white dress with a poofy skirt and a bright yellow apron, on top of her head she had a black bowl hat with a thin yellow ribbon wrapped around it, on her feet were a pair of simple black shoes.
"Mipsy has come to get the young Masters and Miss Potter and their guests for lunch." Mipsy folded her arms over her chest and stared expectantly at Hermione.
"Of course, Mipsy. We'll be right there." Hermione smiled gently. With a satisfied nod, Mipsy disapparated.
"So tell me how is it that you had such a problem with Fred and George in the...future, but you let these lot get away with bloody murder?" Draco whispered quietly to his 'twin'.
"Honestly I couldn't even tell you. At first I scolded them again and again, but somehow I've found myself enjoying all of it. I don't know why, I mean I may not always approve, but I...I feel like a new person." Hermione confessed, "and don't pretend you aren't involved in all of their schemes, Dray."
"Not all of them," Draco smirked, tugging lightly on one of her curls as James led them back through the countless corridors back to the kitchen.
"Do you know what I mean, I'm me, yet everything is so different, and small pranks don't bother me as much as they did in the past...future?"
"It really is confusing,"
"What do you think Mipsy made for Lunch?" Hermione asked when her grumbling stomach reminded her of the no doubt sublime meal in her not too distant future.
"Dad was mumbling on about some kind of soup earlier, so knowing Mipsy she heard and decided to make it for lunch. Wanna bet?"
"I bet she makes us a sandwich of some kind. If I'm right then you have to teach me a few of your Potion tricks," Hermione smiled brightly, her raven black curls bouncing around as she walked.
"Who says I have Potion tricks?"
"You were one of the best in the class, Snape was your Godfather, you have some Potion tricks."
"Fine. I win, you have to participate in our pranks this year," Draco said confidently.
Hermione drew her brow together, he was sneaky, she wasn't sure she wanted to bank so much on what was on the menu for lunch. After several silent moments, Hermione nodded. "Deal."
"If I win, I'll give you a few pointers anyways, since you need the help and all," Draco teased.
"You're incorrigible," Hermione scowled.
Ten minutes later and they walked into the kitchen, where Mipsy was ladling soup into bowls on the table, Dorea and Charlus already seated, patiently awaiting the youths. Hermione smirked however when she saw that Mipsy had served some small finger sandwiches on the side.
"I win."
"We both win."
"I always win."
"Whatever, Dray."
"I'm going to enjoy working with you." Hermione narrowed her hazel eyes at the young boy whose hair was sticking up a little bit in the back. I wonder why Draco's hair seems to be getting more and more Potter-like every day. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to wait and see about this upcoming year...at least they haven't met... Godric, with my luck, they'll meet him this year. Merlin have mercy on me.
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July 11th, 1972
Remus liked to find solace in the Potter library on an evening after they had been out in the gardens carrying out their various activities. Today for example, Sirius, James and Draco had somehow looped him into playing a mini Quidditch match. Hermione had found a nice shady tree, a book and she watched them fly around throwing around a quaffle for several hours. Sirius had tried on a few occasions to get her on a broom since he had been here, yet every time she adamantly refused.
"I don't like flying, Sirius," was always her clipped response, her hazel eyes flashing.
Remus was looking through the section that seemed to have a vast supply of books on magical creatures when someone entered the Library. He was surprised to see Dorea gliding toward him. She was wearing simple burgundy dress robes and she was barefoot. Her long dark curls sweeping down her back as she moved.
"If you're looking for books on Werewolves, my dear, you'll find an interesting read to you right. Most of it is biased and utter hogwash but the actual scientific information is quite accurate." Dorea said simply, she moved a few paces to the right of Remus, her fingers dancing along the book spines until she found what she was looking for. Carefully she extracted it from the bookcase and presented it to Remus face up. Remus was astonished, what is it about this family that makes them so laid back about Werewolves? Remus was unsure whether to thank the Older Witch or to be scared that she knew.
"You have nothing to fear from me, Remus," Dorea smiled gently, squeezing his shoulder. "I thought I should let you know your eyes are glowing as well. I don't think James and Sirius would let that go as easily as you pension to eat your steak on the rare side."
Remus breathed in and out slowly, the Full Moon was approaching and his time at the Potters was running out. Which saddened him because the open and airy Manor felt more like home than his ever did. Besides Hogwarts this was the only other place he felt safe and at peace. It was filled with Hermione's playful scolding and then magical laughter, Draco's dry humour and late night discussions. James' warmth and good nature, his unruly hair and boundless happiness. Sirius' broad grin that was almost always a fixture on his face, his jokes and daredevil tricks. Then there was Dorea and Charlus, who teased her husband as he pruned the hedges, and skipped around the house gleefully, her warm smile lit up the room every day at Breakfast. Charlus' deep laugh, Remus could see where James got it from when Charlus asked them about what mischief they got up to for the day. Almost two weeks of blissful peace, and he wouldn't trade it or the people for anything in the world.
"No worries, dear. Stay in here as long as you need. Like I said, you'll need to read that with a grain of salt, I have a few others but their accuracy isn't as good, and they are just as ridiculous." Dorea scowled, hugging Remus into her side momentarily.
"Missus Potter?"
"How many times have I asked you to call me, Dorea?" She pouted, Remus was constantly surprised in the presence of the Potters.
"Missus Potter...are you sure you were a Slytherin?"
"Of course, don't let my pretty exterior fool you my boy. I'm every bit as cunning as I used to be," Dorea winked, then turned to leave the Library. "Do remember to tell me what you think."
"Yes, Auntie Dorea," Remus said absentmindedly, running his hand over the cover. "Filius Nettle's Guide to Magical Creatures. Volume II : Werewolves."
Dorea smiled to herself as she paused by the door. "Poor man never made a volume III you see, it was meant to be about Vampires. Let's just say...one of the ones he was studying wasn't particularly friendly." Dorea smirked, and with that the exited the library, leaving Remus was the navy blue book, the spine a silvery colour.
"Wait...did I just call her Auntie Dorea?" Remus mumbled to himself, brow furrowed. Then he signed in resignation, and moved over to one of the midnight blue armchairs, sinking into the comfy fabric and opening the book to the first page. Filius Nettle reveals the secrets to the monstrosities that are known as Werewolves.
Pleasant man, and that is only the first line. This is going to be a long night, Remus thought as he read the second line. Flinching as he did so. A very long night.
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July 22nd, 1972
"Dray! Watch out!" Sirius exclaimed as the quaffle hurled at his head. Draco barely glanced up as he leaned his head to the right. Draco watched as it flew past him and sped towards the ground. It's going to hit Hermione. Shit. Draco sped towards the ground at breakneck speed, feeling his hand come in contact with the quaffle as he hit it away, he had just enough time to pull up so he didn't crash into the trees branches.
"Whoa. You're fast, Dray." Sirius complimented him as he flew up next to him.
"You should try out to be Seeker next year!" James said happily as saddled up next to his two friends. "Mione hasn't been sleeping as much has she? It's the middle of the day and she's sleeping." James worried, sharing a look with Draco and Sirius. Hermione's room is a few down from theirs so thankfully there isn't a chance that they'll hear her screaming. Usually I'm in there before it gets too bad anyways.
"Maybe I should," Draco grinned, it would be funny if he managed to become Seeker in his second year again. Last time his Dad had bought the entire team brooms so they would at least give him a shot. They were surprised to find out that he was a good player. Never better than Potter though.
"I vote we go wake up, Mione and then go for a swim in the pool." Sirius suggested. A week earlier, on Remus' last day they had spent the entire day rigging up a rope swing from one of the large trees that was just by the pool.
"Sounds like a good idea to me," James agreed. Draco was unknowingly smiling to himself as he watched the two boys touch down on the ground, eagerly shaking Hermione awake. She almost pulled her wand on them, good to know Granger's instincts haven't dulled.
"Sirius!" Hermione screamed when he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
"That's what I like to hear, Doll. You screaming my name," Sirius' grin only grew wider when she began to pound on his back.
"You're such a twat,"
"No need for names, love. Save it for later." This time is was James that smacked him on the back of his head.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm glad that whatever happened with Hermione that day, happened. I know what's coming and that is going to be harder than anything, but right now. Right now I'm just happy I got to meet them when they were so carefree and innocent. Salazar I sound like that mushy Christmas card, Hermione gave me. For as long as I can I'm going to protect them, Hermione, Remus, James, Sirius, and even Alice, Lily and Frank. Frank is going to need it. I'm just glad that in this time as least Hermione has friends that are going to take care of her as opposed to the other way around. Weasley probably couldn't tell his head from his arse if she didn't tell him, Potter wasn't that bad, but still. Draco watched the three laughing figures running towards the pool. James stopped and searched the sky for his brother, hand above his eyes to help block out the sun, waving wildly for him to follow them when he found Draco. Yea, these people I'll protect with my life.
...
Later that night Draco was woken up from his own nightmares with the all too familiar sound of Hermione's screams. Quickly he rolled out of bed and sprinted to her door. What made him halt in his tracks was that two other people had made it there before him. James and Sirius were whispering to each other, gesturing to the door. They stopped when they noticed they were not alone. Draco's dace was half illuminated by the window he was standing next to, the almost full moon shining on his grey eyes, which were watching the two boys with an almost predatory look. I'm too tired to give a shit who they are, they're blocking my way to Hermione and I don't have time to explain. They may be family but Hermione is...more important.
"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to let me get to her?" Draco growled. His nightmare had been particularly violent tonight, the image of Voldemort torturing an innocent Muggle woman and then feeding her to his pet snake was not a pleasant image.
"Does this ha-"
"Every night." Draco interrupted, sighing and then pushing his way past both of them. Both boys were wearing thin shirts and trousers, Draco was dressed similarly but his shirt was a button down and he hadn't bothered to do it up when he went to bed.
Draco numbly heard the boys follow him into the room, but he was only focused on one thing. The shaking girl tangled in her navy blue sheets in the middle of her Queen sized bed.
"I'm here, love. Shhhh. It's alright. I'm here," Draco whispered softly as he crawled into bed next to her, lifting her gently so she was laying on his left shoulder, his arm around her, his other hand brushing the damp curls away from her face. She immediately quieted and the deep frown on her face melted away.
"Can we..?" Sirius asked quietly, nodding his head to the bed. Draco nodded his head once, and soon the four were an entanglement of limbs on the bed. James had crawled onto the other side and was sleeping against her shoulder in minutes, firmly grasping one of her hands. Sirius laid his head in her lap and grasped her other one. Draco glanced at the other two boys and he wondered why he had been so angry at them. Mine to protect, he thought sleepily as he nodded off.
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July 25th, 1972
Hermione and Draco refused to tell Sirius and James why they had nightmares, which the boys soon discovered that not only Hermione but Draco suffered from night terrors. Just because they were constantly told to drop it, didn't mean they relented in their efforts. They tried all kinds of tactics; slipping it into casual conversation, asking Draco when he was still half asleep at Breakfast, pleading and begging Hermione with puppy eyes. Nothing. None of it worked. What the twins did tell them was if they wanted to repeat what happened a few days before, they could. Then they told them when the time was right, they would eventually find out.
Hermione had grown accustomed to waking up next to Draco when they weren't at Hogwarts, even though that never stopped her from blushing as she snuggled into him some mornings. She was both confused and secretly happy that she had woken up next to three of her boys. In her blissful half asleep state that is. Thankfully when she was fully awake and freaking out Draco was the only one left in the bed, who knowing she would end up freaking out, asked James and Sirius to give her a little space that morning.
Draco had calmed her down only to have her panic when he explained that they had heard her screams the night before.
Now she was somewhat okay with it, but more than anything she was missing Remus. She was worried about his welfare since she had gathered that his Father locked him up in a cage that was just big enough for him to transform in. That and she knew how poisonous his environment had to be. Dorea had received two letters from his parents. Lyall's gruff and short thank you for letting his son spend some time away from home. Then Hope's longer, more heartfelt thank you, in which there were tear stains littering the parchment. Dorea had thrown Lyall's into the fireplace with a sneer, mumbling about how unpleasant he was, whereas she pressed out all the crinkles in Hope's and carefully placed it in her keepsake box. "It's important you see, she may be convinced by her husband that her child is a 'monster'," she snarled as she told Hermione. "However, she's starting to question it. That boy deserves nothing but love. It's about time his Mother start giving it to him again."
The month was drawing to an end and Sirius' Mother had sent a howler demanding that he be returned home on the 1st of August.
Dorea had ushered Sirius out of the room as she stayed to listen to every crude word her niece had thrown at her son.
"WORTHLESS BOY. COME HOME BY THE FIRST OF THE MONTH OR I WILL PERSONALLY SEE TO YOUR PUNISHMENT. WHY CAN'T YOU BE AS GOOD A BOY AS YOUR BROTHER, REGULUS? LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER. IT'S BAD ENOUGH YOU WERE SORTED INTO GRYFFINDOR, BRINGING SHAME TO THE GREAT AND NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACK!"
Dorea listened as Walburga ranted and raved for a few more minutes, she was tempted to set the letter on fire but restrained herself. She was going to bear witness to it all so she would know exactly what she would be going after her niece for.
Walburga Black was officially added to the list of people that Hermione was going to exchange words with and possible hexes someday soon.
Hermione learned that Charlus had a spot on the Wizengamot, and that he worked as an Unspeakable. Which she found utterly fascinating, and no matter what she asked he never budged on the details.
"That's why he's an Unspeakable, Hermione. Let it go." Draco would say every time she would plop down next to him, her bottom lip out, arms crossed over her chest, fully sulking.
Even though it was raining Hermione found herself outside, a clear poncho and wellies on over a plain jade green dress. The dark grey clouds were lightly crying, and Hermione was fully enjoying the early morning. She was unsure what time it was exactly, but everyone was still warmly snuggled under their sheets. Hermione felt like the age she was twelve again, some days she forgot that she was meant to be twelve but lately it was becoming easier and easier to believe it.
Hermione was jumping from puddle to puddle, dancing around giddily. The rain hitting her face, her curls were growing heavy with moisture but she didn't care. She extended her hands out on either side of her, face towards the sky, tongue out.
What she didn't know was that her 'twin' was watching her from his room, a fond smile on his face as he ruffled his hair, a habit he had picked up from James. She's beautiful...sigh, this is bad, really bad. I'm starting to fall for Granger.
...
July 31st, 1972
"You miss him," Draco stated, Hermione didn't look at him, she just kept staring out of the window, a blank look on her face.
"He was...is, will be? My best friend." Hermione frowned, finally turning to look at Draco.
"It can get confusing this whole time travelling thing." Draco sighed, rubbing the side of his face, lightly hitting her legs so she could make room for him on the window seat.
"What if...we don't go back, we just disappear from existence when our real birthdays happen?" Hermione asked quietly.
"Well we do have possibly another six, seven years before that happens," Draco reminded her, nudging her leg with his foot.
"I wish..." Hermione said, her thoughts drifting to James; an image of him laughing, with his wet hair sticking up in all directions came to the forefront of her mind.
"I know. I remember making fun of him for not having any parents...but now I regret it, more than you can know, because..." Draco drifted off, but Hermione understood.
"Now he's family," Hermione said sadly, her voice shaking slightly.
"Remind me to apologise to Potter if we actually do get back."
"If we get back, I'm sure you'll become the best of friends," Hermione giggled when Draco shot her a droll look.
"Really, Mione?"
"Bestest of friiiiiends," She sang gaily.
"What about Weasley?"
"Ron will have to get a grip, because when we get back you and I are going to still be friends...right?" She frowned looking a little doubtful now.
"Definitely, Potter and Weasley will have to share...wait, shit. Have you thought about what we're going to say to Sirius and Remus?" Draco's eyes widened, Hermione's head snapped in his direction, a pensive look on her face.
"I guess...they'll have to deal with it?" Hermione shrugged.
"They didn't remember us, or at least they pretended not to when we were younger, the first time that is," Draco pointed out.
"I think I'll do some research," Hermione stated, twirling a curl around her finger.
"Good ol' Hermione, always happy to read seven hundred page books," Draco teased lightly, leaning forward slightly, closing some of the distance between them.
"Shush, you like reading too," Hermione blushed.
"You don't do that as often anymore," Draco noted.
"What?"
"Blush,"
"Sirius and you are desensitising me. If I blushed every time one of you made a suggestive joke or teased me, I'd never stop," Hermione poked him lightly on the chest.
"Mainly Sirius who throws around the suggestive jokes," Draco barked out a laugh.
"What am I going to do with the lot of you?" Hermione smirked, shaking her head.
"Keep us? Love us?" Draco suggested with a smile.
Hermione saw a piece of fluff in Draco's hair when it caught the sunlight, and without thinking she reached forward and gently removed it, when she looked down she noticed how close they were. "Sorry, you had something in your hair," Hermione whispered.
"Thanks," Draco said gratefully, his hand moving forward to rest on her shin.
"It's Sirius' last day, you want to go and spend some time with him?" Hermione suggested, feeling lightheaded all of a sudden, he spelled like mint and she wanted to lean into him and take a deep whiff, but shook her head and leaned back. Get a grip, Hermione...he's just your friend. he does smell really good though.
"Knowing him, he's probably sulking in a tree somewhere or he's off doing something stupid," Draco grinned.
"Probably something reckless for sure," Hermione shook her head, "which means James isn't too far behind. Let's go find them." Hermione stood up and waited for Draco to stand up as well before she began to make her way through the house, intending to go out into the grounds. They didn't even need to get that far before she found James and Sirius sitting on a mattress at the top of the stairs. They made it just in time to hear Sirius yell, "TO GLORY!", before they were speeding down the stairs.
"Yupp, something stupid,' Draco confirmed, arms folded across the banister as he watched them go.
Happy Birthday, Harry. Your Father and Godfather are such loveable idiots. I love them so much. I should probably go check on them to make sure they didn't break anything. Hermione thought in a bit of a panic as she swiftly descended the stairs. Draco sighed before slowly following Hermione down the staircase.
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December 5th, 1998
"It's been four days," Harry said, pacing back and forth in the Headmistress' office.
"Harry calm down, everything is going to be fine," Sirius sighed, rubbing at his temples. Harry had been anxious since the night Hermione and Draco went back in time. Both Sirius and Remus had assured him that Draco was not going to hurt the young witch, yet Harry had not had a full night's sleep since.
"Some bits are still fuzzy, but more and more memories are becoming clearer every day." Remus whispered in Sirius' ear. The two men were leaning against a bookshelf, watching Harry worry about Hermione as Ron sat cross-legged on the floor eating a Cauldron Cake.
"Any ideas on how they get back to this time?" Sirius queried.
"I have this nagging feeling at the back of my mind, it's right there but I can't quite grasp it yet. Do you know how we're going to tell Harry about all of the things we went through with his best friend, not to mention, Dray?" Remus asked, steering the conversation onto a different path.
"Not me, mate." Sirius' eyes widened, "I think we can let Mione and Dray deal with that when the time comes."
"Do you remember the first time Mione helped on one of our pranks?" Remus smiled, nostalgia filling the werewolf.
"Oh what a fiery girl she was our Mione. Firecrackers, her and Lily..." Sirius drifted off.
"Sweet little Alice was always right by their side to help calm them down." Remus remembered fondly.
"Alice is what saved me from half of the hexes those girls would've thrown at me," Sirius chuckled, running a hand through his long locks.
"Not that you didn't deserve each and every one of them, Padfoot." Remus reminded him.
"Wait...Moony, shit..." Sirius' eyes widened. "Harry, where is the map? Give me the map, right now." Sirius demanded, pushing off of the bookshelf and striding over to the confused youth.
"Why?"
"Please just give it to me, Harry." Sirius insisted, Harry reached into his back pocket and handed the map into his Godfather's awaiting hands. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good," Sirius stated, tapping his wand against the parchment. A single tear fell from his eye when he saw it. "Moony..."
"What is it, Sirius?" Harry frowned deeply, Remus froze when he reached them, gingerly he took the parchment from Sirius' hands.
"Their names," Remus said softly, his fingers touching the parchment in a way that was reminiscent of a religious person touching a sacred script.
The writing had changed and now inked at the top of the parchment was Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs and Paws as well as Miss Vixen are proud to present the Marauders map.
So first month of Summer done, also it was just Harry's birthday. Fun fact I wrote that day before I wrote anything else since after the train. Also that Future snippet is probably going to be the last one for a long time, until I feel like it's necessary. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It's fairly long ish so yayy sprinkles and rainbows...I don't know where I was going with that.
If you like more dark fics etc, I'm attempting to write one right now - It Was Her Ginger Hair. (I love all nine of you that are now following that story so damn well much.) I just updated it on Monday.
Also let's play a little game, of who can guess who Hermione is worried that the Marauders will meet in their second year :D. Trying to decide if I want to include any first years beside Regulus into the story, not too sure, I don't really think I will. Any opinions on that would be very welcome.
*I know that sometimes Draco refers to Hermione as Granger in his head, that will slowly stop, it's hard to break old habits, right?*
Anyways please, PLEASE let me know what you think!
-Indieblue xx
P.S. - The next chapter will be from the second month of their summer with some Sirius POV, since he is going back to Grimmauld Place, and I'm going to have a part where Remus goes through the Full Moon at home. After that they'll be into their second year at Hogwarts and House Rivalries are going to get more intense. More Narcissa and Lucius interactions with Draco and the rest of the Marauders, Hermione included. Just a heads up, look forward to it ;). Also every year is going to get longer and longer. Sorry this is all so long. .