Disclaimer: It's the eighteenth chapter, so I think I already established that I am neither JK Rowling nor CS Lewis, and the purpose of writing this fanfic is to entertain myself and so are my readers.
A/N: The chapter you've all been waiting for. Need I say more? Review afterwards! Enjoy! :)
Chapter Eighteen: Revelations
Slowly, Hermione opened her eyes.
She inaudibly groaned as she shifted on the bed. A sharp pain, both from her head and her neck, made her hiss. Hermione raised her right hand and started to rub her temples just so she could alleviate the headache she was sporting.
Her hand then travelled down to her neck and felt a cloth wrapped around it. Gingerly, she poked it and regretted in the end. She groaned and pulled her hand away, looking down at her fingers and could see some traces of blood sprinkled all over her said body part.
"Your cut was pretty deep," a voice said. Hermione slowly turned around and saw a grave Lucy standing a few feet away from her bed. "The Narnian Healer said that if we did not arrive on time, the Minotaur would have cut deeper and you could have…"
Her voice faltered, unable to finish her sentence. Hermione had a wild guess of what Lucy was trying to say. The images of what had happened a few hours ago came back to her mind. Involuntarily, she shivered in fear. She remembered how powerless she felt; how hopeless her situation was.
It made the brunette sick in thinking that she almost had died. Again.
"Can you walk?" Lucy softly asked, this time walking closer to her bed. "High King Peter is asking for your presence in the Throne Room as soon as you feel well, Hermione."
The way Lucy addressed her older brother alarmed Hermione. Lucy rarely addressed her brother as 'High King' and when she did, the situation was grave. Hermione had no idea why the monarchs seemed alarmed with what have happened to her. Edmund had warned her that wild animals were still lurking around in the forest.
The problem was, the Minotaur and the Wolf, were not wild animals at all.
It was funny how Hermione could already distinguish a Talking Animal from a wild animal. Judging from the facial expressions of the creatures she had encountered a while ago, she knew that they were the magical animals in Narnia. And the words that came out from the Wolf; although they were incoherent, she knew that they were not merely animal sounds.
"Hermione?" Lucy asked. Hermione jolted in surprise upon seeing that the queen was now pressed against her bed, her soft hand placed gingerly on top of Hermione's arm.
"I-I'm fine," she stuttered, still a little shaken from the memory. Hermione slowly sat up from her bed and with the help from Lucy, she was able to stand up again.
Her first few steps were a little wobbly. She was still feeling a little dizzy and it was fortunate enough that Lucy was beside her. The valiant queen had assisted her until they were walking down the stairs. At that time, Hermione was feeling a little better then.
The castle was eerily silent. It had bothered Hermione how there were no activities done by the Talking Animals. The stillness was almost disturbing but Hermione did not voice it out loud. Through her peripheral vision, she could detect that Queen Lucy was deep in thought. What she was thinking, though, did not cross Hermione's mind. The only thing that she could understand was that her thoughts were bothering the queen.
They were nearing the Throne Room and the tension in the air thickened. Lucy's grip on her arm tightened and Hermione flinched. The queen did not seem to notice and continued to assist Hermione until they arrived inside.
Hermione blanched as soon as she stepped inside. If the tension outside was thick, the tension inside was suffocating. The other royalties were seated stiffly on their thrones, with a very stern and grave Peter seated at the middle of the lot. A chair was placed in front of the thrones and Lucy directed Hermione to sit on it. The young queen immediately walked towards her throne and sat down, her worried and bothered eyes immediately looking back at her.
"What exactly happened?" Peter then said, his voice lacking the usual warmth it had every time he talked to Hermione. His eyebrows were knitted together and slowly, he stood up from his seat. He started to pace right in front of the thrones and with a sinking heart, Hermione knew that the matter that had happened to her a while ago had triggered this obvious tension and blatant worry.
"T-there was a Minotaur and a Wolf," she started, but Peter had cut her off with a sigh.
He turned around and intently stared at her, his eyes pursed tightly into thin slits. "We know," he said. "We saw them, too. The Wolf was enchanting you to sleep so that the Minotaur could peacefully kill you without you struggling at all."
All the color from Hermione's face vanished. Now that another person had confirmed aloud of what had happened to her a while ago, the weight of the previous situation finally sunk in.
Hermione's eyes roamed all over the royalties. Lucy was almost close to tears and fear was written all over her face. Susan was worriedly rubbing her stomach with her right hand while her free hand gripped Caspian's hand. And Edmund… his eyes were blank, his emotions unreadable.
She immediately looked away from him and stared back at Peter.
"What exactly happened?" Peter asked, once again pacing to and fro.
The brunette sighed and shook her head. "I don't know…" she stated hesitantly. "The weather suddenly turned icy and the Animals just appeared out of nowhere. I-I have no idea why they did that to me."
"Is that all that had happened?" This time, it was Caspian who asked. Hermione's eyes landed on him and he was staring intently at her. "Is there something… more that you remembered."
Hermione closed her eyes, racking her brain for any added information. And then, when a cold chill ran down her spine, she remembered. Slowly opening her eyes, she gravely said. "There was a voice."
"A voice?" Peter asked, stopping his pacing and turning around Hermione.
The brunette nodded and fisted her hands, trying to remember the exact words that the voice had uttered to her. "Yes. Perhaps a female's judging by her tone. And… and it said something," she said, closing her eyes once again. "Betrayal by the most unlikely. Caused by a selfish desire. Will bring back the Ice…"
She slowly opened her eyes again and, to her utter surprise, horror was written all over the faces of the royalties. "D-did I say something wrong?" she meekly asked.
A soft gasp escaped from her lips as Peter immediately descended the small steps down from the thrones towards Hermione. He grabbed her arm tightly and asked, "How did you know that? Tell me!"
Hermione winced in pain and recoiled back, confused as to why Peter was suddenly displaying such an aggressive behaviour towards her.
"Peter, you're hurting her," Susan pointed out.
The desperation on Peter's face slightly faltered as he stared at his fingers tightly wrapped around Hermione's arm. Immediately, he released her arm and took a few steps back, now heaving deeply due to panic. "How did you know that?" he asked again, this time calmer.
Hermione shook her head, her confusion increasing. "I don't know," she said. "I heard it again and - "
"Again?" Peter barked. "This has happened before?"
Gingerly, Hermione nodded. "It was the same… the weather turned icy and I was trapped to the grounds. There was no Minotaur no Wolf, though, because you arrived immediately."
The High King's eyes widened. "Me?"
Again, she nodded. "Remember the time when you found me while you were hunting and I was picking spices for that night's dinner?" she asked and watched as realization dawned on Peter. "I told you it was merely a nightmare."
Peter sighed in frustration and ran a hand through his hair. "But why you?" he asked. "Why is this happening to you?"
"Maybe," Lucy said, her voice soft and reluctant. "It's her."
Lucy's confusing declaration was met with deafening silence. Peter's eyes widened as he turned around and then slowly looked back at Hermione. No words escaped from his mouth, although it opened and closed multiple times.
The brunette looked behind Peter and saw that almost all of them were sporting the same look. In the end, her eyes landed on Edmund, his expression still unreadable. Slowly, the just king rose from his seat and approached her and Peter. Edmund coaxed Peter to return to his throne and his older brother reluctantly relented in the end.
And then, his onyx eyes bored intently into Hermione's form.
Softly and slowly, he asked, "Who are you?"
His voice did not hold any contempt or disgust as opposed to his previous feelings towards her. His eyes were not cold and calculating. Instead, his face showed genuine curiosity and Hermione, knowing that lying was pointless already, said with a loud and clear voice, "My name is Hermione Jean Granger and I do not belong here."
Her declaration was met with silence. No one moved, even Edmund who was standing a few feet away from her. Hermione's eyes roamed all over the Throne Room.
As a few more minutes passed by, Edmund finally broke the silence. "And what, pray tell, are you doing here in our world, Miss Granger?" he asked.
Hermione sighed and ran a tired hand over her face. "The same as your situations," she pointed out, growing confused. A groan escaped from her lips and shook her head. "I honestly don't know why I am here. I-I lied about having amnesia."
Lucy gasped from her seat and covered her mouth, eyes already brimming with tears.
"No, no, don't misunderstand!" Hermione desperately cried. "I-I did not mean any harm towards you or this beautiful country. I just… I remember everything about my life and I'm so confused as to why I am… here."
A huge lump formed on her throat and no matter how much Hermione swallowed, the lump would not disappear. Her eyes were also starting to feel strangely hot and her breathing turned deep and erratic.
"Explain," Edmund coldly said. "Everything."
Hermione sighed and slowly stood up from her seat. She stared intently at Edmund first before looking at all of the Narnian monarchs. The looks on their faces, those of distrust, had hit her like a punch and it took all of Hermione's willpower not to cry.
"I-I'm like you, the Pevensies," she started. "I'm a Daughter of Eve; a human. A Londoner, to be exact, that is why I have the same accent as you lot. The only difference, though, is that I am not an ordinary human."
She paused as she inserted her right hand inside her sleeve and pulled out her useless wand. The others ogled at the strange piece of wood and Hermione sadly smiled, waving it around. "I'm a witch," she continued, watching as their eyes widened in surprise. "I am not sure if you'll believe me but magic is real. Look at this world." She gestured around for her point. "I'm in Narnia and Merlin, this is almost impossible to me."
"I don't understand," Peter said, once again standing up from his throne. "Why are you here?"
Hermione shook her head. "I don't know myself," she said. "You see, as a witch, I am enrolled in this magical school in Scotland – Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Hogwarts?" Susan inquired and Hermione nodded.
"Yes, Hogwarts," she said, a small, sad smile appearing on her face. "That place is magnificent. My wonderful, beautiful second home." She paused as small tears already gathered at the corner of her eyes. "Everything was beautiful and magnificent, that was what my eleven-year-old self told me. Until, I met Harry Potter and befriended him."
"Hold on," Edmund said, his eyes widening in remembrance. "Harry Potter?"
Hermione nodded her head. "Yes, Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived," she said. "We are amidst a war against the evilest, darkest, greatest wizard of all time and there was a prophecy stating that only Harry Potter could defeat Voldemort."
When she uttered the name of the Dark Lord, she saw how all of them involuntarily shivered. With an empty smile, she concluded that even though they had no idea who and what Voldemort was, his name could still elicit fear.
"We had numerous adventures," she continued. "Harry, Ron Weasley, and me. We were called the Golden Trio and somehow viewed as celebrities in the Wizarding World. What the people did not know was that Voldemort was coming back and we were being trained, especially Harry, for the looming Second War."
"World War II?" Susan inquired, but Hermione shook her head.
"No," she said. "The funny thing was, I was born on 1979 and the World War II had already ended almost fifty-six years ago."
Lucy's eyes widened. "1979?" she asked with a soft gasp. "You mean, you are younger than us?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes, you can say that," she said. "And I know I am spoiling this to you already but since you are not allowed to go back to our own world anymore, I might as well say it properly. Britain had won during the Second World War and although there are many casualties, we still won against the Germans."
"Even though that is a lovely revelation, we would like to know more about you, Miss Granger," Edmund said, directing her attention back at him.
She sighed. "All right," she said. "Like what I said, the Second Wizarding War was looming and we are preparing. A lot of things had happened during our seven years in Hogwarts. On our last year, we did not attend school. Voldemort and the Death Eaters, his minions, had taken over Hogwarts and Harry, Ron, and I decided that it would be best if we searched for Voldemort's horcruxes instead."
"Horcruxes are powerful objects in which a wizard or a witch has a hidden a fragment of his or her soul," she continued. "It is evil and dark; unforgiveable in our world, but Voldemort had made seven and that makes him the most dangerous wizard of all times." [1]
"We had successfully destroyed six, but one." Her voice faltered, remembering that day. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, her eyes were strangely glossy. "We had failed in our mission and I know that we were losing. W-we couldn't do anything. Dumbledore, the foundation of our hope, was dead and we had no one to talk to. Harry… oh, Harry. H-he…"
Hermione paused and swallowed, slowly walking back to her seat and wobbly sitting down. "We knew that war was starting when a fortnight ago, one of our professors, Professor Trelawney, disappeared without leaving any trace. A-and then… the war started in Hogwarts itself."
A small tear slipped down from Hermione's right eye as she shakily lifted her right hand to wipe away her tear. "E-everything was a blur of blood, spells, and screams," she added, her voice now reduced to a whisper. She closed her eyes, pained of the rush of memories in her mind. "I've been hit by a lot of spells, which explains why I had been injured when Babbity first found me in front of her burrow. I-I've also witnessed a lot of deaths and" – a sob escaped from her lips – "t-they're mostly from the Light Side, my side."
More tears streamed down from her face but Hermione seemed not to mind. Instead, she continued, "I was merely fighting for my survival. Like I said, we failed to destroy the last horcrux and Harry wouldn't be able to kill Voldemort."
To her surprise, Edmund offered his handkerchief. She stared at it for a while, and then to him, and gave him a watery smile. She grabbed the cloth and dabbed her eyes, but to her dismay, she was starting to cry uncontrollably. "A-and then, Harry and Voldemort's moment arrived a-and all battles halted in honor of the two," she said. "H-harry looked at me last when the Killing Curse finally had hit him and then he's… d-dead. Lifeless."
"B-Bellatrix Lestrange, one of Voldemort's Death Eaters, had hit me with the K-Killing Curse too and when I woke up, I was here," she whispered. "I-I don't know how. I-I don't know why. But I'm here." She turned around to look at Edmund and wryly smiled. "Y-you ask me what my ulterior motive was and fine, I will tell you today. This… castle holds so much knowledge and information that I thought that if I got closer to the royalties and used their libraries, I-I would be able to know how I would go back to my own world. I-I never meant any harm. Merlin knows how much Narnia meant for you lot and it almost outshone my love for Hogwarts."
"But then it was revealed that I cannot go back to my world anymore," she cried. "Remember the day of the Narnian fair…? When I refused to eat and avoided you all? I just discovered that like you, I cannot go back to Hogwarts anymore. In m-my world, Voldemort won. In m-my world, I am… dead."
Hermione completely covered her face with the handkerchief, her sobs already turning guttural. Now that she was revealing it to everybody, her emotions seemed just to overflow and she was too overwhelmed to stop it.
Queen Lucy, her face already wet with streaming tears, stood up from her seat and rushed towards Hermione. The brunette looked up as the queen wrapped her arms around her lady-in-waiting and hugged her tight. "I-I did not know you had been through so much," the younger of the two cried against her neck. "I'm sorry. I-I'm so, so sorry."
The brunette sniffed and wiped away her tears, once again determinedly looking at the rest of the royalties. "I-I am convinced that I have a purpose here in Narnia and whatever happens, I am willing to help," she said, her desperation evident. "I may not be able to do magic anymore, seeing that my magic is stifled, but I do not mean any harm here in Narnia. I want to help."
For a moment, her eyes merely bored into High King Peter's unreadable face. Finally, the king closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them once again. This time, his eyes melted into genuine warmth and worry and Hermione, overwhelmed with emotions, only sobbed back.
"Lucy," Peter softly ordered, "Please bring Hermione to her bedchambers. I think it had been a long day for her."
The young queen hastily nodded and helped the brunette up from her seat. Soon, they had walked out of the Throne Room.
Lucy and Hermione's departure was then met with silence. Edmund, at loss of what to do, decided to walk back to his throne and sit down.
His mind was still reeling of what had been revealed a while ago. 'I knew it,' he thought, although the desired reaction he wished to feel was absent.
At the corner of his eyes, he stared at his troubled brother and sighed. Peter was deeply contemplating and Edmund wondered what could have been running through his mind.
"That's quite surprising," Caspian started, his voice oddly soft and weak. He fished out his handkerchief from one of his pockets and offered it to his queen, who was also silently crying as she listened to Hermione's story. "I-I didn't know…"
"You're right," Peter said with a defeated sigh, looking squarely at Edmund. "Hermione was lying about having amnesia after all."
"That doesn't make her a bad person," Susan interjected, her eyes slightly thinning into slits. "She has a good reason, and dear Aslan, a good one, too."
Peter sadly smiled and stared at the empty chair which Hermione had occupied a while ago. "I know," he said. "S-she… Hermione had been through a lot. Unimaginable things, I must say."
"What are we going to do?" Edmund asked in a whisper, determinedly looking at Peter's eyes. "She knows the prophecy."
"Ed," Peter retorted back. "What if she's supposed to know the prophecy?" He laced his fingers and spoke the one conclusion that had been running through the minds of the four Narnian monarchs. "What if she's the Daughter of Eve that had been mentioned in the prophecy?"
"There are parts of the prophecy that are still confusing," Caspian added. "I am sure that if we got to know more about Hermione, the real Hermione, we will be able to piece all of the lines of the prophecy."
Peter slowly nodded his head. "Yes, you're right," he said, slowly standing up from his seat. He looked back at the others and gently smiled, slightly amused that they all sported the same tired and surprised expressions on their faces. He was sure that his face was mirroring their faces.
"We all had a long day," the high king declared. "It is best if we call this a night and discuss this matter more deeply tomorrow."
With that, High King Peter descended the steps and walked out of the Great Hall. Both Susan and Caspian also retired back to their bedroom and only Edmund was left.
The youngest king took a deep breath and slowly lifted himself from his throne. He walked out of the Throne Room and made a detour. Instead of walking back to his bedroom, he decided to contemplate in the gazebo in the garden.
Night was deepening and yet, Hermione could not sleep.
Her eyes were wide open as they stared outside her window. Stars became more vivid as the sky grew darker and she could already make out some constellations and planets she had learned from her Astronomy classes.
The events that had happened earlier that evening still replayed again and again in her mind, depriving her from the sleep that she desperately wanted to have. Her whole body screamed exhaustion but her mind was in an overdrive; it did not want her to completely shut from the world for today and continued to function with maximum speed.
Hermione remembered the accident which she had been placed into. Her right hand gingerly massaged her injured neck, flinching at times when she had pressed a little harder than necessary. She remembered the grave faces of the kings and queens of Narnia, their surprise when she uttered the first lines of what the voice had told her, and the unreadable expressions on their faces when she revealed who she truly was and the story of her life.
"Betrayal of the most unlikely," she whispered to the dark room. Hermione, after much contemplation, understood that a great prophecy had just been revealed to her. As she replayed the prophecy in her mind, she understood that Narnia was in a dark and dangerous time. She now understood why King Edmund had been wary of trusting her.
The brunette released a soft sigh and slowly sat up from her bed. 'This will not do,' she told herself with frustration as she pushed herself up from the bed. 'Maybe a breath of fresh air would do me some good.'
She wore her sandals and cloak and softly walked out of her room. The hallways were lit with torches and strange silhouettes were formed on the walls. Once again, its resemblance with Hogwarts was almost uncanny. It made Hermione sadly smile as she turned around and ventured down the stairs, towards the doors of the Great Hall.
The night breeze was a little cold and Hermione tightened the cloak wrapped around her frame. The grass was also a little wet from the dew, drenching her sandals and feet as she walked closer to the gazebo. The scent of the flowers calmed her frayed nerves and the crickets lulled her into peace.
"You're late."
Hermione softly gasp in surprise, her eyes immediately landing on the sole occupant of the gazebo. King Edmund gave her a small smile in greeting and she, at loss of what to do, inclined her head.
She hesitantly walked inside, still debating whether to accompany him or not. All Hermione wanted to do was some peace and she knew she would achieve it through solitude.
"It does not matter if you tell me to leave," Edmund offered, his onyx eyes intently boring on her. Hermione's brown ones connected with his as she slowly sat down on the chair opposite him and contemplated his offer.
"No, no," she said, gently shaking her head. "You can stay."
He stared at her for a while and finally nodded his head. "If you wish it," he whispered back.
Silence settled between the two of them and both did not really mind. Hermione started to relax a bit and soon, her head was resting against the backrest of the chair. At the corner of her eyes, she could see that the stressed lines on the king's face were smoothed, showing that he, too, was relaxed.
"I'm sorry," she uttered, surprised that at the same time, Edmund had uttered the same thing.
Hermione smiled while the king chuckled.
"Go on," Hermione urged. "You were saying?"
His chuckles died and soon, an apologetic smile was stretched on his face. "I'm sorry," he repeated. "I didn't know - "
"That I'm a witch, yes," she said with an amused smile. "Yes, I forgive you."
He regarded her with amusement. "Close enough," he said, "but I was about to apologize for not knowing what you've been through."
Her smile slightly faltered. "Oh," she said.
Edmund sighed and leaned a little closer, resting his chin on top of his interlaced fingers. "Who would have thought you were, technically, from the future?" he said. "Good lord, I'm almost fifty years older than you!"
Hermione chuckled at his obvious disbelief. "Don't worry, I'm currently nineteen in my world, and you, eighteen," she said. "Technically, we are almost of the same age."
He smiled and nodded his head in agreement.
"I… I'm sorry, too," Hermione finally said, sadly smiling at him. "I lied and you, of all people, were determined that I was a, simply put, a fraud. I'm… sorry your siblings and Caspian thought you were barmy for not trusting me. I understood your uncalled hostility but you were… ruining my plans. I couldn't help but despise you, too."
"I knew you had an ulterior motive," he said with great emphasis. "And here they were, failing to listen and believe me."
"I'm sorry about that, too," she added, looking a tad guilty. "I did have an ulterior motive, but you must understand that I neither want to hurt your sister nor Narnia. I just… I wanted to go back home and I thought that since you lot had been to Earth to and fro before, you would be able to help me if I got closer to you."
Edmund grew silent, his eyes wandering outside the gazebo. "Was it hard?" he whispered. "Your life in Hogwarts?"
She was startled by his question, but soon smiled at him sadly. "It was," she answered back. "But it was coupled with happy memories, too."
"Why do you want to go back then?" he asked her, his confusion resurfacing as he directed his eyes back at her. "You said there was a great war, a Second Wizarding War in your world, and yet, you were desperate to go back, desperate enough to tell us that you have amnesia and all."
"It's my home," Hermione said, closing her eyes as memories of Hogwarts came back into her mind. "I had established love and friendship there. I gained so much knowledge and learned so many wonderful spells. I had met teachers who genuinely cared for the welfare of the students. I…"
Her voice faltered, immediately opening up her eyes in surprise as she felt Edmund's thumb lightly brushing her cheek.
"Err… you were crying," he explained, slowly retrieving back his hand.
Her eyes widened. "I was?" she asked, lifting her own hand to brush her cheek. Like what Edmund had stated, her cheeks were wet with the tears she had no idea had been streaming down her eyes. "I'm sorry. Anything about Hogwarts makes me emotional."
"It's okay," he said, giving her a reassuring smile.
Hermione sniffed and wiped away the remaining tears from her cheeks. "Now that you know my ulterior motive, will you still do anything and everything to kick me out from Cair Paravel or, if ever, Narnia?" She asked this with a hint of joking, making Edmund chuckle.
"You're barmy if you still think I'd do that," he pointed out, prompting Hermione to laugh.
"Thank you," she earnestly said.
"For what?"
Her smile widened, her cheeks colored a bit, and her eyes brightened up with unadulterated joy and thanksgiving. "For believing me."
[1] So, I know that Harry is the seventh, unintended horcrux and when Voldemort killed him, the fragment of the Dark Lord's soul would be destroyed and Harry should live (of course I read the seventh book ). But of course, for the sake of this story, I will be disregarding the sixth and seventh book. Voldemort will still have seven horcruxes, but let us all pretend that Harry isn't one, okay? I hope you understand me. Harry and his gang had already destroyed all of the horcruxes except one, which was, in this case, Nagini :D
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Rachel: A witch? Dearie, although I would love to be one, I must assure you that I am perfectly a Muggle. As for being evil, though… *innocent grin*. Why, pray tell, do you reckon that? Aww, well, I'm flattered that you think this is the best story among all Narnian stories you've read. Thanks for reviewing!
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TheSlimiie: Again, my dear, once a witch, always a witch :D Hermione's getting a little lonely without her magic now, so maybe a little accidental magic will cheer her up. Haha, thank you, thank you; I tried my very best to make the last scene as "wicked", so to speak. EEP, A BBC MERLIN FAN! *insert inhumane noises in the background*. Sorry about that; none of my friends watch the series so I mostly fangirl by myself. I'm so glad you like the series so far. As for the Merlin/HP crossover, I'm still working on it. I haven't posted the fic yet, but rest assured that I'm working on it now and so far, I kinda like everything that's happening. Thanks for reviewing!
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Dear Merlin, they now know. Haha, I hope you're all happy with how things had worked out now that Hermione's secret was revealed. And aww, Edmund... lol XD Now that her secret's revealed doesn't necessarily mean that the story is about to end. If you must know, there are about thirteen-fourteen chapters left, I think. So yeah, the real action is just about to start.
WAH, six more before I have three hundred reviews for this story. Sniff, sniff, you make me cry people. I kind of love and hate you at the same time for making me feel this way :(
So, of course, since sometimes I'm too lazy to type a new chapter for my upcoming Dramione or Merlin/HP crossover stories, I read some of the stories that you people had suggested for me to read. Little did I know that my life would have changed when I chose "Deception and Concealment" by KissThis. ASDFHLJSDFLKADF my world shattered when I discovered it's not complete. Ugh, and I'm in disbelief with myself that I am liking the James/Hermione/Sirius pairing (although I'm dangerously leaning towards the James/Hermione pair). The author is so cruel, leaving the chapter with that effing wonderful scene between James and Hermione and ASDFJALJSDFJALSF.
I'm sorry; I think these Time Turner fics are already taking its toll on me anymore. How can these authors be so brilliant? Sigh, since I've developed this new-found "interest" in the James/Hermione pairing, any suggestions? AGAIN, I prefer James as a teenager. As in siriusly - ahem - seriously :)
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