CHAPTER IX: She's the Dork.
It was going to be another horrible transformation, as far as Hermione could tell. Every muscle in his body seemed to protest as he picked himself out of the bed and dragged himself to class. He must have been radiating negative energy, as during lunch, Frank and Alice made no jokes about his and Sirius' "relationship", and were walking on eggshells around him. Even Lily, who had seemed hell-bent on ignoring him sent a few worried glances at his state.
The past three days were not as horrible as he'd imagined. As familiar as he was with the rumor mill at Hogwarts, he expected that news of his "relationship" with Sirius would already be on everyone's lips by the time they made it back to the castle. To his surprise, nobody but Alice and Frank seemed to know, and the two managed to keep their mouths shut about it—unless they were teasing him mercilessly of course.
Lily refused to speak with him, no matter how hard he tried to. He'd given up the first day, realizing that she had probably needed time to get over him. Unfortunately, that meant that he was often alone during classes, as Alice had been a dutiful friend and sat beside Lily at the opposite side of their classrooms. Hermione understood, of course; Alice was Lily's friend first, she would always side with her. That didn't mean that their distance didn't hurt him.
Lily's newfound dislike for Hermione did not go unnoticed by other parties. James alternated giving him confused and smug looks, while Peter occasionally glanced at both of them in worry. Remus simply looked thoughtful, but Hermione had heard him say that just because Lily didn't like Hermione anymore didn't mean James had any chance with her. James was not even the slightest bit discouraged, of course.
Sirius remained stubbornly silent about the affair. James would often bug him about it while they were in the dorms, but Sirius simply changed the topic, or remained tight-lipped about the situation. Hermione knew that Sirius did not want to talk about it, not because of he was embarrassed about what happened, but because he would rather not think about their meeting with the Dark Lord. Their brief encounter with Voldemort had shaken Sirius so badly that he had had to help the raven-haired boy back to Hogwarts. Hermione wouldn't lie—meeting Voldemort had disturbed her a lot, and as soon as he'd deposited Sirius in the dorms, he'd rushed to Dumbledore's office and frantically told him everything.
Dumbledore had accepted Hermione's news calmly, but there was a tightening in his usually twinkling blue eyes that betrayed his anger. He made Hermione promise not to go to Hogsmeade in the foreseeable future, at least until they had figured out how the Dark Lord managed to enter the village undetected. Hermione readily agreed, only too happy that Harry wasn't with him, his friend would likely have broken that promise several times over.
Hermione tried to avoid any contact with people for the past few days, especially Sirius. The day after their Hogsmeade trip, Sirius attempted to corner him in the library, but was luckily spared as Madam Pince drove the "noisy scoundrel" out of the library. Since then, Hermione was bent on disappearing to the Room of Requirement, only reappearing right before dinner and rushing to the dorms as soon as it was over. His curtains would be spelled shut, much to Sirius' annoyance.
That night, she could feel his body overheating, a sign that his body was nearing its transformation. It was a full moon again, which meant that the Marauders would be running around with Remus under the moonlight. Hermione pulled himself out of bed, and made sure his wand and his hall pass from Dumbledore were in his pocket before sneaking out of the door into the common room. He'd gotten halfway across the common room when someone he didn't notice spoke from the fireplace.
"Going somewhere?"
Hermione cursed in his mind before turning towards the voice. He'd forgotten that one of them usually stayed behind to cover for the rest who go would be staying out with Remus. Sirius was sitting in one of the plush chairs in the common room, and the headrest had obscured him from Hermione's line of vision. The firelight illuminated half of Sirius' face, making his expression even more serious that it really was.
"Nowhere you'd be interested, Sirius." Hermione finally answered.
"Oh? So it's'Sirius' now? I didn't know we were on a first name basis," Sirius gave him a sardonic smile that looked out of place in his usually jovial face.
"Nowhere you'd be interested, Black," Hermione corrected himself. Sirius rose from his seat and paced, seeming restless.
"Why can't you just ever tell us where you're going?" he asked.
"Oh? Because you've all shown how trustworthy you are?" At Sirius' guilty look, Hermione sighed. "I'm sorry."
"No," Sirius flopped back down on the chair. "It is true. We've never really been friends, I guess. If it's worth anything, I am sorry for the way we treated you. I guess…well, the four of us have been a pretty tight-knit group, and you feel like…like…"
"An interloper?" Hermione finished for him.
Sirius' rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, yeah…sort of."
"I understand. You lot have been tolerant of me lately. I suppose it's just James who feels the need to annoy me."
"He's still pretty convinced you like Evans," Sirius snorted. "And it's pretty obvious to me that you don't."
Hermione blushed at the reminder of what happened, not at asking Sirius to sabotage the date, but what happened after. He had felt mortified knowing that he and Sirius had looked as if they were sharing an intimate moment in between book cases. Hermione tried to imagine what they looked like—both flushed and breathing heavily, him leaning against the bookshelf while Sirius rested his head on his shoulder…the image made his face burn a bit brighter.
Sirius chuckled at his expression. "You don't need to look so embarrassed. You didn't like Evans, and you couldn't get rid of her. Well, what happened made sure she wouldn't look at you again. And if she does," Sirius grinned at her. "I'd be happy to do it again." he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Hermione stared at Sirius. Did he just flirt with him? His expression must have been ridiculous, as Sirius burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"The look on your face!"
"This—I—you are incorrigible," he muttered in annoyance, willing the blush on his cheeks to go away.
"Sorry," Sirius said as his laughter subsided. "I couldn't resist; it's just so easy to embarrass you."
"Well, now that I've entertained you for the evening," Hermione grumbled. "I'll have to take my leave."
"Wait. I just have one more question." The serious tone in Sirius' voice made Hermione halt in his steps.
"What is it?" he asked warily.
"How do you know the Dark Lord?"
Hermione closed his eyes briefly. How did he know the Dark Lord? Images of Harry and Ron and his misadventures with the two flashed in his mind. How did he know the Dark Lord? He killed my best friend's parents, and he's tried to kill him three times since we've met. He forced my best friend to participate in a ritual that brought him back from the brink of death.
As he opened his eyes, he saw Sirius gave him a concerned look. Hermione gave him a small smile. "I'm afraid I can't really tell you. Professor Dumbledore has sworn me to secrecy." His smile gave way to a more serious expression. "But know that I hold no love for that monster."
Sirius looked at him as if contemplating his answer before nodding once. "Fair enough…thanks."
Hermione inclined his head. "Well, since I answered your question, I think it's just fair that you answer one of mine."
"All right," Sirius said readily, but his eyes were wary.
"How did you meet Voldemort?" Sirius flinched at the name. He opened and closed his mouth many times before he could speak.
"Anything but that…" his voice sounded hoarse, and filled with such fear that Hermione gave him a worried look.
It occurred to Hermione that Voldemort had been recruiting Sirius to his ranks. Apprenticeship indeed… "He's been trying to recruit you hasn't he?"
Sirius jolted out of his seat and grabbed his collar in a flash. "How dare you—"
Hermione raised his hands in peace. "I'm not accusing you of joining him. I'm saying he wants you on his side."
Sirius deflated, and let go of Hermione's collar. "How did you know?"
"You're a Black; whether or not you're in Gryffindor, you're a pureblood from a traditionally Dark family. Besides, what better way to get a spy in the ranks than recruit a Gryffindor?" Bitterly, she thought about Peter Pettigrew.
"That's true," Sirius shuddered and looked down. "I would never join that man, but I can't really do anything to oppose him…"
"I understand. It must be an incredibly difficult situation for you," Hermione touched his arm, subconsciously comforting him.
"I—" Sirius looked at him, and saw the understanding on Hermione's face. "Thank you," he said sincerely. "I've never spoken of this to anyone…so thank you." And he gave Hermione a smile—not the usual smug or mischievous one—but a beautiful one filled with gratitude and sincerity.
Hermione's heart bumped unevenly in his chest as Sirius gave him that gentle smile. He quickly let go of Sirius' arm and looked away.
"W-well yes…I mean you're welcome. That is I really have to go…so yeah," and Hermione turned on his heel and fled, leaving a slightly confused Sirius in his wake.
Stupid…stupid! Hermione chastised himself as he hasted along the corridors to his room. He was in a bad enough situation—there was no need to make it worse by forming a crush on someone. Her best friend's god father of all people!
He was still wrestling with his thoughts when he found his room. Perseus, seeing he was in no condition for their usual verbal sparring, allowed him in without much fuss. He collapsed onto the bed, his mind still a tangle of webs.
He could not afford to be attached to these people, he would be leaving some time and all he would be left with was memories of people who were once his friends, but had become strangers—or worse: were dead. That was his last thought as the pain in his body grew, and he knew the transformation was beginning.
Well, considering how confusing his thoughts were, he welcomed the numbness as he passed out.
When Hermione woke up, it was already late afternoon. She self-consciously looked at herself in the mirror. Although they were rather untamable, she was glad her hair was starting to regain its curls. It brought back a sense of normalcy, and she laughed rather giddily at the thought that she was welcoming her demonic curls back.
She had been determined to stay in her room the entire day, but her stomach had other ideas. It groaned so loudly; she was glad no one was around to bear witness to her embarrassment. After a quick shower, she donned a Hogwarts uniform—mindfully not putting on a tie—and headed to the kitchens. She took a quick peek outside the door, and made sure the corridor was empty before she left. Thankfully, class was still in session, and she encountered very few people on her way there. As she slipped inside, she sighed in relief at not encountering anybody she actually knew.
"Well what do we have here? A fellow class skiver?"
Hermione always wondered why she had the worst luck—perhaps next to Harry, of course—and she looked over at the lone boy sitting at one of the tables.
"I was hungry," she shrugged.
"Excellent point," James Potter pointed at her with his spoon hooked the chair across him and indicated for her to sit with him. Trying not to look as apprehensive as she felt, she took the proffered chair, and let the House Elves busy themselves with serving her.
"So," James spoke when she kept her mouth shut. "I've never seen you around."
"I don't think you'd have much reason to look at us Hufflepuffs, James Potter," she replied.
"How'd you know my name?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and speared a potato with her fork. "Everybody knows who you are. Your failed exploits with Lily Evans are the talk of the dorms."
"Well of course I'm famous, but I didn't know it was because of Evans," he slicked his hair back pompously.
Hermione huffed in amusement. "Well, I'm certain it's not because of your charming personality."
James held up both of his hands and touched his chest. "You wound me!" he said melodramatically, and Hermione giggled at his antics. "Besides, those aren't 'failed exploits'; they're more like minor setbacks."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Hermione retorted.
"A 'Puff with a sharp tongue? This is new; I thought all of you were sickeningly sweet and nice."
"I am sickeningly sweet and nice."
"Of course you are. You're a Hufflepuff. I bet you've never said anything mean against a professor before. I bet you don't know any swear words."
"I do too!" Hermione defended herself, although it wasn't probably the best idea, given James' predatory grin.
"Prove it; say something mean against a professor, one with a swear word in it!"
Hermione pursed her lips in thought. There wasn't a particular professor in this time that actually merited an insult from her. She'd only said anything against a professor once and it had been Umbridge. She wondered why she even played along with James' ridiculous ideas. It occurred to her that she wanted to know James' better, and seeing him there being genuine and friendly made her understand what Lily saw in him in the future.
"Well…erm…Professor Slughorn is such a…a…dork!" she finished lamely, and James threw his head back and laughed.
"You said it! 'Slughorn is such a dork!' Merlin, you are precious!" He laughed even harder as Hermione threw an apple at him.
"You don't have to be a jerk about it!" she willed the blush away from her cheeks. What was so wrong about being respectful to figures of authority?
James wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh boy, you and Evans would probably bestfriends."
"You wish! Then you'd try to befriend me to charm the skirt off Evans," Hermione crossed her arms.
"Of course I would!" James grinned. "But I don't need your help, one day, Evans will see the light and fall right into my arms."
"Uh-huh, and how sure are you of that?"
"More than a hundred percent sure."
"We both know that's bullshite," as soon as the words slipped from her mouth, Hermione gasped and brought both hands to cover her mouth.
James gaped at her for a moment before roaring with laughter.
"So you can curse!" he said in between laughs.
"I—but—never—" she was so mortified she couldn't form a proper sentence.
" I bet you're ole Hufflepuff friends would shun you for life if they knew! You'd be the shame of their house. A 'Puff that curses and calls a professor a dork? Why, they'd have to suspend you from school!" James duck as Hermione swatted at his head.
"Ha—bloody—ha." Hermione grumbled, willing the blush to drain from her face.
As if by mutual agreement, the two stood up to head out of the kitchens. As they walked out, James slung an arm around Hermione.
"You know what? You're all right!"
"High praise, coming from you," she jabbed back.
"Say, do you have class? I want to introduce you to my other mates."
Oh no. Hermione most definitely could not meet Sirius as herself. She knew he would recognize her instantly.
"Well, actually, I've been called to the Headmaster's Office," she lied.
James blinked in surprise, and they redirected their course to Dumbledore's office. "Wow, what did you do to get Dumbly's attention?"
"Oh, nothing I'd care to share," she smiled mysteriously. In truth, she really had no idea what else to say.
"Come on!" James whined. "You can tell me!"
"In your dreams, James Potter!" she laughed in delight. How interesting, nice and happy James seemed to be when didn't know he was talking to "Daniel Chronos".
When they reached Dumbledore's office, James gave a dramatic bow. "Woe is me, that I shall be bereft of your company and your witty lines! Oh how I long to hear you speak of dorks and jerks!"
Hermione giggled. "You're impossible!"
"Impossibly charming, you mean," he winked at her.
She shook her head. "It was nice meeting you James." she said as she ascended the steps to the Headmaster's Office.
"Nice to meet you too...wait a minute! I never got your name!"
"And you never will!" she retorted, and she quieted down once Dumbledore asked her to come inside.
"Challenge accepted!" she heard before she shut the door.
"Miss Granger," Dumbledore inclined his head in greeting. "What brings you to my office?"
Hermione blushed as she realized she didn't exactly have a reason for heading to his office. "I apologize sir, but James would not leave me alone, and I had to make up an excuse so he would let me be."
Dumbledore chuckled and offered her some sweets. "No harm done, Miss Granger. You may stay here until you are certain that Mr. Potter has already left."
"Thank you, sir," she smiled in relief. "Just in case, would you have any updates on the potion that sent me here?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "Not at present. But I assure you, Horace is working tirelessly on it."
"That's all I can ask, Professor. Thank you," she smiled at him.
Hermione waited in Dumbledore's office for at least fifteen minutes, before she decided to head back to her room.
After another 'Thank you' to the headmaster, and another piece of candy from him, Hermione made her way back to her room as quickly as she could.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite traveler," Perseus spoke snarkily.
"Now's not the time, Perseus! I need to get in! Someone might see me," Hermione said quickly.
"Oh poor you!" Perseus drawled as he leaned back on his chair. "Unfortunately for you, I am disinclined to allow you entrance to these chambers."
"What did I do this time?" she asked incredulously.
"Nothing in particular. I did tell you that the Headmaster only wished for me to give this room to a boy named Daniel Chronos. And from what I can see, you are no boy."
"You're being difficult on purpose!" she waved her hands around in annoyance. "We both know that boy and I are one and the same."
Perseus sniffed. "Perhaps."
Hermione could sense a growing headache. "All right, what do you want?"
There was a glint in the man's eyes as he leaned forward. "Well, since you asked. I do have a question."
"Very well," Hermione narrowed her eyes. "But if I answer this question, you have to grant me full access to this room, in both my forms as Daniel Chronos and as I am now."
"And if I do not?"
Hermione shrugged. "Honestly, I could simply ask the Headmaster to force you to allow me in."
Perseus chuckled. "No, he actually can't. But I like the way you think. Very…Slytherin."
She tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the painting to agree to her terms. "Well?"
"I accept your terms," he nodded. "This is my question: How did you figure out the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets?"
"I did research," she replied vaguely.
Perseus rolled his eyes. "You do realize that that is not a satisfactory answer?"
Hermione bit her lip, unsure how much she should share.
"I already know that you're a traveler. Whatever else you say does not have much merit. I simply wish to know."
"Why?" she asked.
Perseus sniffed. "I believe I am the one asking questions here."
Hermione blew him a raspberry. "All right! During my time at Hogwarts, someone called the Heir of Slytherin started attacking Muggleborns…although his first victim was actually a cat."
"A cat?" he asked in bemusement.
"Yes. Strangely enough, all of them only ended up petrified, and not dead. This heir also left warnings written in blood around Hogwarts. When I figured out that the beast in Slytherin's lair was a Basilisk—"
"Wait. You figured it out?" Perseus' eyes widened. "What did it have to do with you?"
Hermione fidgeted, but knew she could not withhold such knowledge. "My bestfriend is a parselmouth," Perseus threatened to bulge out of its sockets. "For a long time, he was thought to be the Heir of Slytherin. He told us he could hear a voice speaking from within the walls of Hogwarts. This coupled with all the students being petrified, and the roosters being killed…well—I really just pieced together all the information."
"Impressive," there was respect in the painting's eyes as he regarded Hermione. "And how did you find the entrance?"
"Shortly after I figured out what the creature was, it…attacked me," she grimaced. "I made sure I was carrying a mirror, and it prevented me from dying. I was petrified, and I was out of commission for a long time. The parselmouth, as well as one of our other friends realized that Myrtle was the student who died of the Basilisk's stare years before, and when they asked her how she died, she was too happy to comply."
"Interesting…" Perseus stroked his beard. "So if it was not your parselmouth friend, who was the Heir of Slytherin?"
Hermione looked at him irritably. "I thought you had a question—not twenty."
"Very well," he allowed. "You have indulged my curiosity and I will not go back on my word. You are free to enter this room in both your male and female forms."
Hermione Merlin. Deciding it would be better to hole up in her room rather than risk running across someone she knew—she begrudgingly asked a house elf to bring her dinner to her room.
Sirius sat up in his seat at the table as James entered the Great Hall. He looked positively cheery—and that in itself was bad news albeit in a very good way.
"You're vibrating with excitement, I suppose you enjoyed skiving?"
"I met a really interesting girl today."
At his response, both Sirius' eyebrows shot to his hairline. "Doth my ears deceive me? You are interested in a woman that isn't Evans?"
"Ha. Not in that way, no. My love for Lilyflower can't be uprooted from my heart," he punctuated his statement by blowing a kiss to Evans a few seats down the table. The girl glowered at him, pointed at James' lower extremities then at her plate, and violently stabbed the chicken on it. Both visibly winced, and Evans gave them a smug look before turning back to her dinner.
"So tell me about this girl," Sirius prompted. James looked over at the Hufflepuff table, looking for something.
"Huh, she's not there," as he settled back down and started on his dinner. "Maybe our kitchen date made her too full?"
"Kitchen date?" Now, Sirius grew more curious about the girl.
"I was in the kitchens, eating peacefully when this girl rushed inside as if she was running for something. I think maybe Filch was on her tracks or something. Anyway, I invited her to sit with me, and I was glad I did."
"Really?" Although Sirius knew James would never admit it, this new girl seemed to actually intrigue him. Maybe he could finally get over Evans. "What was she like?"
James snorted. "Goody-two shoes, but rather outspoken for a 'Puff. I told her that and tried to deny it."
"What did you do?" Sirius smirked, anticipating an interesting story.
"I dared her to say something against a professor, with a swear word in it."
"And what did she say?"
James grinned before schooling his expression into that of someone exerting great effort. "Professor Slughorn is a…a…dork!"
The roar of laughter that came from both of them had heads turning in their direction, but the two could not contain their mirth.
"Oh sweet Merlin, how precious!" Sirius gasped.
"That's what I told her! It was hilarious Padfoot! I wish you'd seen it firsthand."
"So tell me," Sirius said as their chuckles subsided. "What did she look like?"
James brought his fork to his mouth and lightly tapped it on his lips, thinking. "Cute, I suppose."
"Cute?" Sirius raised an eyebrow. "How descriptive! I think I've finally gotten a perfect mental image of her based on your description," he ducked as James threatened him with his spoon.
"Well, she had freckles on her nose, and pretty brown eyes."
"Really?" Sirius wrinkled his nose. "That's what you noticed?"
"Fine. She was kind of fair skinned. Her hair was short, brown and curly. And she was of average height."
Sirius scanned the Hufflepuff table, but saw no one of James' description. "Are you sure she was from Hufflepuff?"
"Well, she said she was, but she wasn't wearing a tie. At that time, I thought she was sort of rebelling, you know?"
Suddenly, an image of a girl flashed in Sirius' mind. "Her eyes were striking, and she held herself rather confidently?"
"Yep."
"I think she might be the girl I saw in our dorms," His mind was reeling. So he hadn't imagined her.
James grunted. "Hm, maybe. But how did she get into the Gryffindor's dormitories anyway?"
"No idea. But she was there! Right on Chronos' bed!"
James' eyes darkened at the mention of their roommate. "Speaking of Chronos, where is that bastard?"
"He left last night," at James' questioning look, he continued. "I was downstairs in the common room and spotted him leaving. I asked where he was going, and he said he couldn't tell me. He said if we wanted to know, we could ask the Headmaster. Apparently he's fully aware of where Chronos disappears to.'
"But what if Dumbledore doesn't know he goes to some super secret Death Eater mission? What if he's being recruited by You-Know-Who?"
Sirius squirmed. He hadn't told anyone—save for Chronos—that he was being recruited, and he didn't know how to react. He knew how judgmental James could be. How could he not? Sirius was exactly the same.
"Prongs, I don't think anyone, let alone a student could trick Dumbledore into believing he wasn't going to some 'super secret Death Eather meeting'."
James grumbled. "I just know Chronos is up to something."
"Look, Prongs, we could just go to Dumbledore and ask him. If Chronos was bluffing, then we'd know. If he isn't, maybe you should stop…y'know…"
James gave him a look. "Why?
Sirius sighed and gestured. "I really don't think he's dark, mate. Besides, he's been nothing but nice to us, indifferent mostly but still. And he doesn't have any interest in Evans at all."
"How can you be sure?" he asked sulkily.
Sirius decided that it was probably time to tell James. "Remember how I wouldn't tell you who Evans' date was?"
"That was Chronos?!"
"Yes, yes. But, and this is a huge but,"
"This arse had better be as big as I think it is."
"He asked me to—get this—sabotage their date."
"What?" James spluttered into his pumpkin juice. "But why?"
"He really, really doesn't like Evans." he said firmly.
"But, but what if—" James used the last vestments of his willpower to cling onto his hatred for Chronos.
"No, he really doesn't. Leave it Prongs. Now, we can go ask Dumbledore or not; it's your call."
James looked thoughtful. "You think Dumbledore would tell us the truth?"
"I just don't think he'd put his students in danger."
"Well, I suppose his getting invited to join You-Know-Who's ranks are about as likely as any of us getting conscripted."
James laughed and Sirius forced out a chuckle. He hadn't told any of them he'd been invited by his Supreme Darkness himself. He wasn't stupid enough to go to Dumbledore, the headmaster could never save him from the horrors he had to endure at home during Summer. In a bizarre twist, it was only Chronos, the newcomer who knew an invitation had already been extended to him. And if his roommate didn't make himself scarce—he thought back to their encounter with the Dark Lord, his eyes gleaming with interest as he surveyed Chronos—it seemed as if he was well on his way on getting invited himself.
But moving back to the topic of Chronos, and the mysterious girl on his bed…"So you didn't get her name?"
"Nah, not even a nickname. She wouldn't tell me. Challenge accepted, I'd said."
"You really shouldn't concern yourself much with her. I don't think she's likely to show her face any time soon. Seems like she's really good at hiding."
"Well," James grinned. "Once we finish the map we're planning, no one would be able to hide from us."
Sirius grinned back. "Too true. Besides, it's not as if I can be seen outside with her anyhow." he added darkly.
"There, there. At least she's pretty. And you told us she's…nice?"
Sirius blew a raspberry. It was true that Melinda Bielefeld was nothing like he imagined. She was pretty, nice, and far from stupid. He would have seriously considered dating her, had his parents not decided she was good for him.
In his experience, nothing his parents like was ever good.
"It could be worse," James said. "You could be married off to one of your cousins."
At this, Sirius visibly shuddered. Merlin have mercy. He'd sooner jump off the astronomy tower than marry say…Bellatrix.
Another shudder.
Yes, it could have been far, far worse.
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