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Changes Two Chap 9
Sirius shoves the girl against the wall swiping her wand and backing away as she places a well placed kick at his gut. "You've been ignoring me." He growls out.
"I can't imagine why." Hermione spits out glaring at the man. "Give me my wand Sirius and change back before someone sees you." She commands, glancing toward the corner as though someone would appear any minute.
The wizard ignores her command. "No, not until we talk, if someone sees me then, oh well."
"Honestly Sirius, how childish can you be?" She retorts angrily. "You want to talk, fine. I bring you back to save Harry and instead you send him into more danger!"
The animagus growls at her accusation. "I've never put Harry into danger."
"Then what do you call sending him after Draco?"
Keeping the witch's wand leveled at her chest Sirius stiffens. "He was going to do it anyways, at least this way he'll talk to me!"
"That still doesn't excuse it." She snaps pushing his arm away and darting for her wand.
Sirius jerks back pulling the wand out of reach before grabbing Hermione and slamming her against the wall pinning her with his body. "For once would you just shut up? They're watching you, you know. Do you have any idea how hard it is to not say anything with some of the accusations they're throwing around?"
"Like what?" Hermione asks her breath shortening as she tries to ignore the feel of his body against hers.
"You don't want to know." He replies staring at her confusedly. "You look… different." He says finally his voice dropping several octaves as he twirls a lock of her hair that came loose from the braid.
Hermione freezes her breath wooshing from her. "I don't know why." She lies unconsciously leaning toward him.
"Liar." The ex-convict states tilting his head down and pressing his mouth against the witch nipping her lips as she moans.
'Gods it felt as though she was on fire.' Wrapping her arms around Sirius' neck she pulls the wizard closer, groaning when he deepens the kiss.
"Expelliarmus!" A familiar voice interrupts throwing Sirius away from the witch.
Hermione whimpers at the loss of contact with the animagus, her shaky legs giving out causing her to slide down the wall panting for breath.
Snape scowls at the witch before turning his attention to the wizard who was clambering off the floor. "Really, Black? Ms Granger?" The potion master sneers. "Did your little stint with death make you that desperate?"
"Shut up, it's none of your business what I do, Snivelly." Sirius responds gripping Hermione's wand tighter as his temper rises.
"She's a student Black, my student, which makes it my business, especially when a deranged dog attempts to maul her in the middle of a public hallway."
Hermione slowly stands, using the wall for support trying to ignore the fact that she was just caught snogging her best friend's godfather, hiking her school bag higher on her arm the young witch glances between the two men unsure of how to proceed.
"Granger, the headmaster requests your presence in his office." Snape informs her giving her a way to escape.
The time traveler nods and scuttles past the men ignoring her body as it tightens when she passes Sirius. It's not until she's well into the other corridor and out of sight that she slows her gait. "Because that wasn't embarrassing at all." Hermione mutters, running a hand through her hair, trying to make it more presentable. "And it just had to be Snape who caught us."
The girl quickens her pace once more wanting to know what the headmaster wanted and hoping to get some food into her stomach. Coming to a stop in front of the stone entrance way Hermione stops realizing she didn't know the password. "Acid pops, blood flavored lollipops, Chocoballs, chocolate, chocolate frogs, cockroach clusters, Droobles best blowing gum, exploding bons-bons, fizzing whizbees, fudge flies, ice mice, jelly slugs, licorice wands, pepper imps, peppermint toads, sugar quills, toothflossing stringmints, squeaking sugar mice." At the last one the statue finally begins to move and the witch huffs irritably. "Of course it'd be one of the last ones I say, couldn't be a more popular candy."
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"Ah, Ms Granger, please sit." The headmaster says motioning to the chair in front of his desk.
Hermione glances around the office eyeing the small do-dads as she perches herself on the edge of the chair, laying her bag by her feet. "You wanted to talk to me sir?"
"Yes, yes." The elderly man watches her a few minutes, pressing his fingers together. "How are you?" Hermione opens her mouth to reply with the generic answer before stopping as he holds up his hand and leans back. "I mean truly Ms Granger. You single handedly managed to save a man, enter and exit the most highly guarded parts of the ministry, and the research you must have gone through…" Dumbledore trails off and shakes his head slowly. "I can only imagine the patience and ingenuity you must have shown to find what you were looking for. After that I suppose school must be rather dull."
"No sir." Hermione quickly answers. "I wasn't feeling well earlier, I actually ended up falling asleep until a few minutes ago. I didn't mean to miss classes and I promise to make up all the work that I missed. It shan't become a habit, sir."
Dumbledore smiles slightly and gives a curt nod. "Of course." Placing his hands on the desk he sighs. "However, I'm afraid your missing classes aren't the only reason I asked to see you. The ministry is placing pressure on me to- well- hand you over. Those who investigated the veil's demise are sure you are somehow responsible, even if they have no evidence."
The time traveler shrugs, "They have a copy of my magical signature from the incident in fifth year. Any other accusations they may have are null."
"True, very true. You understand, that if there is anything you wish to talk about I'm here. Any questions or merely comments."
Hermione nods and stands, shouldering her bag once more. "Yes, sir." Glancing at his blackened hand she bites her lip and turns to leave. Feeling the weight of the tiara in her bag the time traveler pauses suddenly undecided. "Actually, there is something." Spinning to face the wizard Hermione grips her bag strap tightly. "Your hand, it was damaged by very dark magic correct?"
The headmaster tilts his head in agreement waiting for her to continue.
"The only thing different with your hand, is the ring. I had read, when I was researching the veil, a brief reference to objects holding powerful magick. There was… mention- of-" Pursing her lips she tries to gather her thoughts ignoring the man as he stiffens. "There are objects called Horcruxes, simply put they are things that house a piece of someone's soul. What I was wondering was if that ring was a horcrux? Is it Voldemort's? And how many others has he made?"
Albus Dumbledore stared at his student, his eyes sharp as he noticed the differences that had come over her since last year. "Whatever text you stumbled upon that housed this information is most likely dark, Ms Granger. You understand my worry at the knowledge that you have read such a book."
"It was research, professor." Hermione states blandly.
"Even then, to immerse yourself in the darker aspects is highly dangerous. None who travel down that path come away unscathed."
Hermione stares at her headmaster incredulously. "Are you insinuating that I've gone dark?"
TO BE CONTINUED…
Please Review! I had to end it there to balance the next chapter, I'm so sorry. I promise I won't make you wait long for the next installment it's being finished even as I type this. So what do you think? The storyline pace is finally going to be picking up again. And the reason I sometimes use the word magick instead of magic, is because I differentiate magick as being older and more wild, while magic is more controlled and innocent. Bye!