A/N: Hee, hee. Finally found some time to get on here !
Thanks, lazybumx91x. I'm glad you enjoyed Hermione's outburst!
Lupa, Leone, Portare, and the Gemellos.
After Hermione's outburst, the boys were quite shocked. The Marauders, of course, couldn't believe the trio before them were from the future. Harry an Ron, however, simply couldn't believe that Hermione had acted so rashly.
Ron was the first to recover. "Bloody hell, Hermione. Who would've thought you had it in you?" He asked. " I mean, it's not often you screw up. That's usually my job. Heck, even Harry's."
"Hey!" Harry protested. Ron ignored him and continued on with his little 'speech'.
"Nice to know you actually can, you know, screw up. Takes a notch off the whole 'I'm miss perfect' thing.
Hermione promptly burst into tears. Leave it to Ron to say the wrong thing. Ron paled when he saw what he had done, but quickly turned red under the gazes of the Marauders and his best mate.
Remus slowly made his way towards Hermione and placed an comforting arm around her shoulders, despite the amused looks on his friends' faces, and Ron's glare. He blushed lightly. "I think we all should go see Dumbledore." Remus stated.
(insert break...)
Once in the castle, Hermione seemed much better off. She lead the group, with Remus at her side, to Dumbledore's office. "Lemon drop." She said to the gargoyle. The statue didn't move. Hermione glared at it, not liking its defiant expression.
"Licorice snap. Fizzing Wizzbe. Chocolate Frog." Hermione ticked off various past passwords.
"Bertie Botts' Every Flavored Beans." Remus said, coming to her rescue. Hermione turned and smiled gratefully to him as the gargoyle jumped out of the way.
The Marauders, along with the Golden Trio, made their way up the staircase. Hermione knocked on the door. "Come in." A voice inside said.
The students entered their Headmaster's office gratefully. "Ah, the Marauders." Dumbledore stated, looking at the students. "Oh, who's the Trio?" A glint in his eye caught Hermione's attention. That was a knowing glint. Surly, something was up.
"Please, sir," She started. " My name is Hermione Granger. These are my two best friends, Ron Weasly and Harry Po-errr...Harry." She finished lamely. "It seems we have a small dilemma. You see, although we're standing before you now, we won't be born for about five years." (A/N: Bear with me. I don't know precisely when Harry and the others were born in reference to the Marauders.)
"Ah, time travelers. It's about time you arrived, you know." Dumbledore stated. The Trio gaped at him in awe. "By the way, Hermione, I think you may want to recheck your facts. One of you, you see, will not be born in five years. Said person was born sixteen years ago."
All seven of the students stared at their Headmaster. Harry, Ron, James, Sirius, and Peter were still trying to decipher what Dumbledore had just said. Hermione and Remus, however, were simply shocked at his implication.
"You see," Dumbledore started, "about sixteen years ago, I came across a prophecy. This prophecy told of three beings in particular: Lupa, Leone, and Portare. The prophecy was complicated and took me months to translate, since it's written in an old form of the Italian language. I'm not going to tell you the prophecy word for word, as it is very confusing and I doubt that I would even be able to do so.
"The prophecy started with Lupa. Lupa, it seems, is probably the most important of all three beings. This person was born as part of the Gemellos, the twins. Lupa was born to a pureblood family of great power, relations stretching all the way to Godric Gryffindor himself. Born during the lunar eclipse, Lupa was destined, along with the other Gemello, to help bring about the fall of the dark lord.
" Knowing this, I couldn't allow both of the Gemellos to stay together. There was no way to insure their safety with the dark times approaching us. So, I sent the Lupa into the future. Of course, I didn't know that the times then would be so much worse than they are here. Also, I didn't completely think this action through. I must admit, parting them at the age of five wasn't the best idea. The other Gemello was quite distraught. " Dumbledore paused, regretting his decision. Hermione tried to work over what Dumbledore had said.
"The prophecy continued with Lupa meeting Leone and Portare. Together, the Trio defied the dark lord multiple times. Once they defeated the Drago, the Lupa would be able to return to its rightful home; its den, in a sense. There, Lupa would be reunited with the other Gemello, the Maschio. Together, along with the Leone, the Portare, the Luna, the Cane, and the Ratto, the Lupa would be able to fulfil its destiny.
"I have to admit, that's the part that surprised me the most. The prophecy directly said, 'The dark lord cannot fall to the hands of the beasts. Only the Chalice can bring about his downfall. But if all are to fall, none will succeed.'" Dumbledore finished, leaving all but one student completely confused. Hermione looked slightly sick.
"Sir, if I may, I think I know who each of us are." Her voice trembled slightly.
"Do go on...Miss Granger." Dumbledore said. Hearing the pressure put upon her last name, Hermione was sure her suspicions were right.
"Well, sir. At first I assumed that the Lupa was Harry. I mean, he is the Boy Who Lived. And the Chosen One. But then I noticed that you said Lupa, not Lupo. Since Lupa is the feminine term of wolf in Italian, it can't be Harry, or even Ron. It would have to be me."
"Correct, Miss Granger." Dumbledore said proudly.
"But why Lupa?" Remus asked. Could Hermione possibly be...a werewolf?
"Well, to be honest, that didn't make much sense to me either. But when Dumbledore said the part about being born under the lunar eclipse, it made slightly more sense. The animal most associated with the moon is, of course, the werewolf. Since I know I'm not a werewolf, I assumed that the term must literally mean wolf. I assume this is my animagus form. Correct?" Hermione looked to Dumbledore, who nodded his head.
"That's what we're assuming. Of course, it still has to be proven...but something tells me that there may be some things...or some ones who can help us confirm that." Dumbledore's eyes sparkled with mischief as the boys shifted under his gaze.
"If I'm correct so far, this means that this is the time I truly belong in. Knowing that 'gemellos', in Italian, means 'twins', I assume that I have a sibling among us. And since 'maschio' means 'stag,' I'm assuming that my twin is James Potter." Hermione gulped.
"WHAT?" Harry and James said at once.
"You mean to tell me I had family all along?" Harry yelled.
"You're telling me I have a twin sister?" James asked, amazed.
"Yes. Miss Potter, I assume it's time I take of that glamour charm I had to place on you?" Dumbledore asked. Hermione's eyes widened.
Of course, she thought to herself, I would have to have a glamour charm on me. I look nothing like James. Hermione nodded. With a flick of Dumbledore's wand, Hermione Granger disappeared, leaving Hermione Potter in her place. Long, ebony curls fell to the girl's lower back. She was about six feet tall, with a slender build. Her arms were tight and muscular, as well as her legs. Her stomach was firm and tight. Her eyes were a bright hazel; a hint of mischief shown in them. She was, by all accounts, very attractive. She had curves in all of the right places. This could be why both Ron and Sirius were drooling. Remus wasn't quite that far gone, but even he couldn't take his eyes off of her.
The girl blinked, as if memories had surged through her. "Jamie?" She asked, looking at James.
"Bloody hell. I remember now." James stated. "It's Mya." The girl allowed a bright smile to cover her face as she embraced her long-lost brother.
"So...Hermione is...my aunt?" Harry asked. James looked shocked. Hermione seemed amused.
"Well, did you honestly think he wasn't related to you at all?" She teased her twin. James shook his head in amazement.
Remus still wanted to know the rest of the prophecy. "Care to translate the rest, Mya?" He asked Hermione. She smiled brilliantly.
"Well, to make it simple, Harry is Leone, Ron is Portare, Sirius is Cane, Peter is Ratto, and you, Remus...," her voice fell to a whisper, "you are Luna. The moon." Remus' face went blank.
"Y-you know...?" He asked quietly.
"Yes. I was the first to figure it out." Hermione said sadly. Remus started to turn away, but stopped when he found himself wrapped in a tight embrace. "I don't care what you are, Remus. You are a good man. The best I have ever known. It's not your fault you're a werewolf. I mean, it's not something that can be helped. But Remus, I'm not afraid. I could never be afraid of you. And I never was." She smiled deeply. "I don't care what you are." She repeated. Remus was shocked.
Ron cleared his throat loudly. "Finish." He said simply. Hermione sighed deeply.
"Well...this is the part I'm not too fond of." She admitted. Dumbledore placed a hand on her shoulder, lending her comfort.
"You see, the prophecy said that only the Chalice can defeats the dark lord. Of course, it also said that none can succeed without the others. I take this to mean that if any of us are murdered, the dark lord...Voldemort, won't be defeated." The boys nodded, accepting her reasoning.
"But the thing is...the Chalice refers to sacred femininity," Hermione continued. "Goddesses, in particular. And...Mary Magdalen. Directly, the Chalice is a cup...like the holy grail. But there are certain questions as to what the Grail is. Some people believe it is, indeed, a cup. Others...think it was a woman. The Chalice, in this case, would refer to a woman's ability to hold a child within her. Knowing this, the Chalice can only be a woman. The Chalice...is me."