From that day on the maraudars along with Hermione and Lily, were inseperable. Hermione did her best to include Peter, because she
did not want Peter to betray Lily and James. Hermione was becoming more and more anxious. She was getting very close to Lily and
the Marauders. So close that she wouldn't be able to live with herself is she let them die. She wouldn't want Harry to grow up witout
these wonderful people, he more than she, deserved it. She could only pray that he would be an even better person because of it; and,
that he would still be friends with the future Hermione. He and Ron meant the world to her, and she couldn't imagine being the same
person without them in her life.
Hermione began to spend more and more time in James's company; Lily knew that they were as close as brother and sister, and
nothing more. They spent most of their days leafing through dark arts and time travel books. James was the only one, out of all her of
her new friends, who knew exactly how their future would unfold
"Let's take a break" said James, stretching widely during a particularly strenuous "study" session at the library.
"Oh...Thank you James" Hermione said through a yawn "You put in so much time with me."
"You say it like it's a chore! I daresay I'd like to see my son grow up, besides, you're my sister and I'll always help you-'cause that's
lots of love, yeah?"
"Yeah!" Hermione replied with a wide grin.
The two Gryffindor seventh years packed away their things and headed to the Great Hall for lunch. Upon their arrival they found all
their friends huddled together, as if dare I say this, scheming. They warily approached the table, and silence consumed their friends.
"What are you lot upto?" questioned Hermione, eyeing Sirius and Remus
The table remind silent as if they had not even heard her.
"Why are you all ignoring Mione?" asked James
As if on cue they all began speaking to one another, still completely ignoring James and Hermione.
Hermione started to feel hurt; she knew it was foolish, but she couldn't help herself. She ran all the way up to head girls room and sat
down on her bed, staring glassy-eyed at the photo of her Sirius.
"Oh, I'm such a ninny!" she thought to herself "they must be joking, but here I am, crying and upset. This is really started to take its toll
on me."
"I wish there was some way to contact Harry!" she said aloud. Suddenly Hermione had an idea, it was not anything sure-fire, but if it
worked, she may have just saved the wizarding world!