Disclaimer: nothing of this is mine. It all belongs to JKR, so don't sue me!
AN: I rewrote the first two chapters a couple of days ago. If you read them before 11/20, you might want to read them again.
21st January, 1980
Hermione Granger, at this point better known as Mya Smith, sat in the library, reading an old volume. It wasn't very interesting though, and went she looked up her thoughts started travelling. She had been here for almost half a year now and she still hadn't found anything. A lot of her was glad though, because every day she failed to find the spell which was of such importance, she could spend here, with Sirius.
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Hermione was walking up the Main Street of Hogsmeade. It was a chilly day at the beginning of October and she pulled her cloak a bit tighter. She hadn't wanted to come in first place, but she had to check out the bookstore if there was anything helpful there.
It had been a failure though, and she was angry with herself. Well, she could go up the castle now.
She'd tried avoiding the other students as much as possible; first of all, because she knew that almost all students in her year would either die or become insane (Frank and Alice Longbottom were also in her classes) and because, when she went back again, it wouldn't cause so much of an uproar.
She was coming close to the castle when she heard a laughter she knew all to well. She spun around immediately, her wand drawn. In front of her she saw Bellatrix Lestrange talking to Sirius: "Well, little cousin, you should really join you know. The family wishes it."
Sirius replied angrily: "I don't care about the family. I'd rather die myself than kill innocent people."
"You know, dearest boy that was the answer I feared." Quickly she pulled her wand out, pointing it at her cousin. "Because I'm afraid than you are going to have to die today."
That was more than Hermione could take. The two Blacks couldn't see her, because they were busy staring at each other full of hate, so it came as a surprise to the Death Eater when Hermione spoke in a quite, yet dangerous voice: "I don't think so, Bellatrix. Expelliarmus!"
On instinct the other woman drew up a shield, but it was close. "Oh, and who are you? Another little mudblood? Crucio!"
Hermione dodged the curse. Silently, she thanked Harry for his teaching. She had spent a good part of her sixth year duelling with other DA- members.
Tonks and Remus had helped and taught them, and according to them, the DA was better than most aurors by now. Hermione could even beat Tonks, and both Ginny's and Harry's duelling skills were almost legendary. Though, between them he kept the upper hand most of the time.
Ron was good, too, but his greatest strength lay in strategy. At last those many chess games started paying off!
When Bellatrix shot again, Hermione snapped back.
The two women started duelling and soon Bellatrix began to notice that she had met her match. Sirius stared open-mouthed at his cousin and the girl he knew nothing about. He hadn't paid much attention to Mya Smith. She was pretty, no he corrected himself, she was beautiful, but she'd sent definite stay-away signs
Now, she was standing here, duelling his cousin, right hand to the Dark Lord and one of the best duellers known. "Avada Kedavra", Bellatrix shouted.
Hermione conjured a stone in front of her, which was instead hit by the spell. Using the other woman's shock she then used a cutting hex. It hit Bellatrix square on the face, ripping her cheek open. When the Death Eater saw that she couldn't win his duel, she made her decision and apparated away.
Hermione looked up and only then remembered Sirius standing right there, gasping at her. She let out a number of words which she normally would reprimand anybody for saying, but she felt that this was an occasion which deserved it.
The she gave him a long, cold glare. It hurt her to look like this at somebody who she would later consider at good friend, but there wasn't much she could do. "If you ever mention this do anybody, I'll hex you that you can't speak for the rest of the year."
She was surprised when he looked back at her: "Well, beautiful lady, since you just saved my life I guess I'd better do it. I might tell James, Remus and Peter, though." She thought about it quickly. She trusted James and Remus, and Peter would probably hear the story anyway from his Death eater pals. Besides, it wouldn't hurt if he feared her.
She nodded: "Alright- but only them."
He smiled at her. "Good! And no, we're going to the three Broomsticks to celebrate the fact you kicked my cousin's ass. And you're going to tell me where you learned to duel like that."
She protested, but he wouldn't hear anything and in the end she was glad she gave in. They spent the rest of the day drinking butterbeer and talking. If she was honest with herself, she hadn't enjoyed a day more for a very long time and despite her worries and the fact that she still shuddered when she thought about their futures she had started to befriend the Marauders.
James reminded her so much of Harry, it hurt.
Lily and Remus had also become good friends, the three of them would often spend the evening discussing Arithmancy or Ancient Runes. She almost never talked to Peter, of course.
And Sirius, well he was Sirius. He was a lot happier though now than in the times she'd known him. And after their first meeting he slowly started becoming more than a friend to her.
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It was a chilly November evening, two weeks after the first Hogsmeade weekend. Hermione was sitting in front of the fire, doing her transfiguration essay and in between talking to Remus and his girlfriend, Emma.
When she was just finishing her last paragraph on human transfiguration, Sirius came into the Common Room and sat down at their table. "Hey guys! Aren't you happy that I'm here now?"
Hermione quickly retorted: "No, Sirius, but we're happy for the people you left behind." Remus and Emma laughed. Sirius started pouting before looking at her with his best puppy- eyes: "Mya, you've insulted me terribly. But you can make it up to me my helping me with my Muggle Studies essay and telling me something about electry."
"You mean electricity. Did you even listen?"
"That's what I said. Will you help me? It's due on Tuesday."
"Tuesday? Not tomorrow. I'm proud of you, Sirius." She laughed.
"Well, I'll be busy tomorrow."
"Busy?" She stopped and looked out of the window. An almost full moon was shining there. She nodded before adding in a quiet voice: "Be careful, all of you."
The three others stared at her, mouths open. It was only then she realized her mistake. She thought quickly before speaking: "Oh, close your mouths. It wasn't that hard- and I won't tell."
Sirius was still in shock. "Not that hard! It took James and me almost a year- and that was just about Remus."
"Well, I noticed at the first full moon that Remus didn't look to good afterwards and four weeks ago I was looking out of my dorm window and saw several creatures running into the forest. And with your nicknames it wasn't too hard to figure out. Besides", she grinned cheekily at Sirius "You're far too much like at dog for me not to notice."
They were still starring at her, until the werewolf thanked for the fact that she wouldn't say anything in a quiet voice.
She smiled at him encouragingly before turning back to Sirius: "Now, what was with that essay?" Remus cut in laughing: "You should really help him, you know. His usual Muggle Studies teacher has spent all her time in spare broom closets with Prongs the last weeks.
She sighed dramatically: "I guess I have to give in, don't I?"
It was almost half an hour later (Remus and Emma had long disappeared to find a broom closet of their own); when she noticed that he was staring intently.
She was slightly irritated: "Sirius, are you listening."
"No, as a matter of fact I'm not, Mya. I'm staring at you."
"Yes, I noticed. Why?"
"Well, first of all because you're an exceptionally pretty girl and second because I'm thinking of what we could do instead of this stupid essay." Suddenly he pulled her on his lap and started kissing her. She resisted at first, her mind war raging between:
Oh my God! I think I'm in love with Sirius Black and
He's Harry's godfather and he's going to die.
But these were the last coherent thoughts for some time when she gave in to the kiss.
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It was the Saturday before Christmas and Hermione and Sirius were in the Room of Requirement, cuddled up in front of the roaring fireplace.
They weren't talking, just enjoying each other company. Hermione was also thinking about the fact that she loved the young man next to her.
Of course, for most people that would have been wonderful, but the fact that she was probably going to return soon- she had the feeling she was close to finding the spell- and that he would be dead then changed things a bit. She knew that it would have been the sensible thing to never start going out with him but somehow she, Hermione Granger, famous for her very sensible decisions, now loved Sirius Black.
Her only hope was that he didn't love her, too, because that would make things even harder on him when she disappeared.
She was interrupted when he quietly murmured just the words she didn't want to hear into her ear and yet was so happy about: "I love you."
She jumped up immediately: "No, Sirius, you don't, you can't." He looked at her shocked. She started crying. He pulled her into his arms. "Honey, what's the matter?" He held her till she stopped crying.
Hermione took a deep breath. She owed him an explanation: "There are things I can't tell you and I might never be able to. I'm here on a mission and as soon as it's finished I'm going to disappear. You'll never see me again."
She felt him stiffen next to her. It was all it took to set her sobbing of again: "I'm so sorry, Sirius. I don't want to hurt you; I don't want to leave you. I didn't want any of this to happen. I was planning on being an outcast till I was finished. I didn't want to fall in love. I love you, and still I have to leave you. He has to be defeated."
"Calm down, Mya." He was still understanding, though she had told him she would leave. "Let's just enjoy the time we have."
Neither of them ever mentioned it again- there was nothing to say. But the knowledge that they only had a little more time hung above them.
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When the book she had just wanted to start reading fell out of her hand, she snapped back to the present. She sighed and continued her reading, wiping a tear from her face. It was already on the second page that she found what she'd been looking for a long time.
Patronum Amorem
This spell is very rare and has only been used once.
Merlin himself invented it and used it against an unknown enemy. There are several rumours about this foe of the wizard, but nothing is known for sure. The spell builds on the power of love to destroy a purely evil fiend.
Necessary is one caster, who must be surrounded by his true love (Nimue took this role in Merlin's case) and six further magical pairings, adding up to seven as the most powerful magical number.
All thirteen people taking part in the spell most love the caster deeply.
It is necessary for them to have direct contact with him while the spell is preformed. It is suggested that the couples are married, because only than can the necessary magical binding be guaranteed. But the spell also works with unmarried pairs, but they need an exceptionally strong binding.
The incantation is "Partronum Amorem" and the wand movement is the same as for the Patronus spell. But, instead of thinking of happy memories, all couples must focus on the love they fell for their partner and the caster.
The moment she had finished reading mist surrounded her and she heard a voice, which sounded much gentler this time.
"You have to make a choice now, Hermione." Pictures flashed in front of her. She saw herself marrying Sirius and laughing with Lily.
The voice continued on: "But it is necessary for the war to be won that you return. If you chose to stay, the Council will use its power to do what you can not and change the future. She saw pictures again: Lily and James were dead, but Sirius and she took Harry in. "But remember that your information is necessary for him to be defeated.
You must decide: your happiness or the possible, only possible, end of the Dark Lord's reign.
She bit her lip. Seconds went by and become minutes, while tears where running down the young woman's face. Finally, she grabbed a piece of paper and started writing.
I love you- forever. Mya
Sirius would find it; they were due to meet here in half an hour. Then, she felt again the familiar pull. "Almost like a Portkey", she murmured to herself, but to her surprise she didn't land in Hogwarts.
She seemed to be on a cloud; at least it was quite wet and still very, very foggy. There were shadows in front of her, but she was unable to really see them through the fog.
The furthermost figure spoke: "Hermione Granger, you have made a choice of bravery and dedication to the light. Only one person before you made this choice, and though it was offered to many others, they all chose their personal happiness. We admire you greatly. And, as you gave up one of the things you wanted most, we will give it back to you. Do not ask now, you will soon know. Good luck to you."
She was pulled yet again. (It was getting less uncomfortable each time) and found herself where she had left over sixth months ago. She was back in her time, not a day had past since she was sent back and yet so much had changed.
Please review!!! On a side note: Hermione was transported to the Marauder's seventh year, it was the beginning of September when she arrived. (See previous chapter)