The Games We Play
Harry Potter Story
The Games We Play Chapter 5
Summary: The last thing she remembered was Charlie Weasley taking her out onto the dance floor and then before he could even twirl her around once an explosion went off. They knew that the remaining Death Eaters would try to attack, too caught up in their pureblood supremacy for any other option, what they didn't think they would try to do was crash one of the Golden Trio's wedding.
Chapter Excerpt: "Damn it! Why the hell is it Gideon gets the fake hot ass daughter and I don't?" "Mr. Fabian I do believe that that is the most irrelevant thing you've spoken to date." Fabian Prewett at least had the decency to look abashed as he quietly apologized to Hermione. The young witch however couldn't stop staring though, the two seemed so familiar to her and wondered if her own family was anything like the two men before her now.
Pairing: James Potter x Hermione Granger
Rated: M+
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Previously:
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"I have and I'm sorry but I must decline your invitation at becoming a student here at Hogwarts."
"You, you're giving me a fake family?" asked Hermione quietly as Dumbledore chuckled slightly,
"Now, now Ms. Prewett it's so brash and unorthodox when you put it like that. I'd like to think of it as uniting warrior spirits to one another."
"Before I go," started Hermione stopping Dumbledore from completely standing up, once he was fully seated Hermione began talking once more, "I'd like to stay for a few weeks to complete my O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s, then if I do well enough and perhaps if it isn't too much trouble with Professor Bones I'd like to stay on as his apprentice." Hermione looked down in the middle of her suggestion afraid of what his answer would be.
Dumbledore looked shocked at the young woman's blunt idea, though if she did manage to stay in the castle he could try to help her unlock her memories as time moved on, and best case scenario after Professor Bones retires this year, he'll get a new Defense Teacher.
"Very well then, if you gather all of your things your father is just dying to meet you and while the two of you get reacquainted I'll have Missy ready your new room." Hermione had already gotten out of bed and began gathering her things in earnest, smiling widely when she was finished and Dumbledore levitated her things and made them follow after the two who were now headed to his office.
It wasn't until she actually looked upon the stone gargoyle leading to his office did she take note of what he said and she yelled out quietly,
"What do you mean I'm meeting my father?"
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Now:
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Hermione was awoken by a loud crying, and was momentarily confused by the unfamiliar sound that now rang in her ears, then she remembered the events of the previous night.
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Hermione was a nervous wreck. A part of her, which was growing as the seconds passed, was anxious. She couldn't remember if she was an orphan, lived in a single parent home or had both parents around growing up. Though, even if it was one of those options, she doubted she knew how to properly act out any of the almost certain given scenario she was supposed to have lived through. This was beginning to feel like a simply awful idea and she was thoroughly tempted to open her mouth and take back everything she had just spoken of with Dumbledore. Fortunately before she could the gargoyle statue was swinging away from her to reveal the upward winding staircase and before she could blink she found herself ascending into the outside hallway and passing through the large wooden doors before finally standing in front of her new father and uncle.
They were both identical, that much was obvious, revealing to her the obvious fact, the two were twins. And she momentarily wondered if someone in her family had the same ginger locks as they did, for since she had dropped her gaze upon the two standing so prominently within the headmaster's office, a heart wrenching pang resounded in her chest over and over again. She never got a chance to wonder why it was she felt that way though, as soon as it started it stopped and she swallowed thickly before looking at the two men who appeared to be in their mid thirties.
"Hermione. I'd like to introduce you to Fabian and Gideon. Your uncle and father respectively." smiled Dumbledore as soon as he sat down.
"Damn it! Why the hell is it Gideon gets the fake hot ass daughter and I don't?" spoke one of the men, and in the moment that he had spoken Hermione noticed they both appeared to de-age in front of her appearing much younger with their affable joking.
"Mr. Fabian I do believe that that is the most irrelevant thing you've spoken to date." At Dumbledore's words, Fabian Prewett at least had the decency to look abashed as he quietly apologized to Hermione. The young witch however couldn't stop staring though, the two seemed so familiar to her and wondered if her own family was anything like the two men before her now.
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It was five hours later that Fabian and Gide- no her uncle and father along with Dumbledore helped plot out the details of her memories of France and how she traveled around Europe for the past year before being offered an apprenticeship to Professor Bones and how she would take over next year if she still wished to be a teacher at Hogwarts. Though she definitely had to admit she grew more interested with the Order of the Phoenix the three so fondly spoke of.
A resistance against the people who attacked her that caused the scar starting from her shoulder blade and twisting around her stomach and ending at her hip. The ones who sealed away her own memories. Thoughts and people and places she might never see nor remember within her mind's eye for perhaps the rest of her life.
Quite frankly she would much rather enlist within the order and help seek out which of those Death Eaters she believed her father called them, cursed her. Though Dumbledore had insisted otherwise, at least for now, he wished to attempt to enter her mind and see if he could break free of the memories locked away in her head, first. If he had no success before the Christmas hols then he would be personally escorting her into the following meeting where she would be inducted to become an official member. It was an offer that as of now, was more than enough to placate her, much to Dumbledore's relief. Hermione knew something within her, perhaps the dark magic that remained from her attackers, absolutely and immutably disturbed him, maybe she even dared to think intimidated the seemingly powerful wizard.
"Hermione, dear. Breakfast is ready." shouted her newly acquainted aunt who was downstairs in the kitchen, no doubt setting the table and taking care of a cranky little Percy.
"Be right down Aunt Molly." shouted back Hermione quickly throwing on some sun dress that used to belong to her aunt, she quietly opened the door and was grateful she waited a moment before stepping out into the hallway of the Burrow for Bill and Charlie came bustling through the halls and stairs rather loudly at hearing their mother's declaration of food.
"Hurry up Hermione!" yelled the five year old Bill as four year old Charlie stopped and eagerly nodded towards their newly discovered cousin.
"I'm coming." laughed Hermione and noticing the two waiting for her she motioned them to go on ahead smiling softly when the two boys' faces broke out into fairly large grins and once more speeding down the hall.
It was a few seconds later that a loud crash was heard followed by her aunt's voice.
"What did I say about you two running about in the house?" asked Molly of her oldest son's and Hermione saw the two had the decency to blush upon entering the room and took pity on them.
"They were just hungry Aunt Molly. With a cook as great as you how can you blame them?" asked Hermione picking up Charlie and throwing him in the air before catching him again earning him a bunch of giggles from the boy who echoed his cousin's words.
"Yeah Mom, we were just hungry." he said looking at her upside down as he twisted to his right in order to look at her.
Molly who had warmed at the sight of her newly discovered niece interacting with her sons so splendidly was more annoyed than actually angry, muttered, "Well then sit down properly so you lot can eat."
So with Hermione laughing gently she placed Charlie down in his seat and helped Bill do the same before sitting in between the two of them.
"Did Uncle Arthur leave for work already?" asked Hermione as she placed a few pieces of bacon on her steadily growing plate.
"Unfortunately." replied Molly, looking at the clock as it moved from traveling to moral peril, then finally after a few moments work, "You shouldn't worry though you'll meet him tonight before you go back to Hogwarts. You'll have to owl me, Hermione. Let me know how you like the school and all of your classes." she said happily.
It had come to quite a shock and even more powerful hexes, mostly directed towards her father when her aunt found out she had a niece. She recalled that after quite the nasty Bat Bogey Hex along with a color changing charm which she refused to remove since placement towards her father, Molly promptly moved to Hermione and giving the startled witch a warm hug and promptly called her a bit peachy and with an arm around her shoulder led her into the kitchen followed by the twins.
She definitely found herself in awe of the elder woman and mentally wrote down that she would have to ask her aunt to teach her the hex. Despite her vast knowledge of spells she found that one wasn't in her arsenal. Hopefully her aunt could fix that.
"Of course Aunt Molly. Perhaps we could meet up for the next Hogsmeade weekend. I'd love to see you and the boys again for a cuppa before I get too engrossed in class work."
"I'm sure your courses won't be so bad dearie. Don't you worry." consoled Molly happily.
"You mean Dad didn't tell you?" asked Hermione curiously confused, taking a sip of her juice before wiping her mouth on a nearby napkin.
"Tell me what?" her aunt's voice was far off as she attempted to feed her youngest the mashed up baby food though he was having none of it. Hermione moved and gently pried the spoon from her Aunt's hand and answered her.
"I'm not going as a student. I'm going as Professor Bones' new apprentice." she answered unabashedly, making faces at Percy who in his attempt to mimic her barely noticed the food being fed to him.
"Oh isn't that lovel- you're what!" shrieked Molly happily as the picky baby finally was eating, her voice shrieked at the end of her remark though when the young witch's words finally registered, "Oh this simply won't do. Go! Go and get ready, I'm taking you out to get new robes. Isn't that just lovely you're going to be a professor!" clapped Molly happily.
"That's really not necessary Aunt Molly. I'm only an apprentice." started Hermione only to be interrupted by her now over zealous aunt,
"Don't be ridiculous Hermione. I'm taking you shopping and that's final." scolded her aunt as though she just found the younger girl with her hand in the cookie jar. Her persistence quickly won over the smaller girl's arguments and Hermione eventually found herself being pushed out of the door.
"Of course Aunt Molly." smiled Hermione, realizing she had officially lost this battle, she quickly bent down towards Bill when she felt him pulling on her sleeve.
"You should become a professor more often, with Mom in this good of a mood we'll probably be able to stop at Fortescue's Ice Cream place now." he giggled cutely followed shortly by his younger brother as he too realized this apparently wonderful thing.
Hermione found herself smiling then laughing along with them at the thought.
It had been far too long since she'd had ice-cream.
Well as far as she could remember.
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"Ah. Messers. Potter, Black, Pettigrew and Lupin. To what do I owe the pleasure?" asked Dumbledore as the four boys appeared irritated more than they should for the reason they had sought out the headmaster in the first place.
"Hermione's gone." grumbled James earnestly sitting in the chair across from Dumbledore uninvited, though this did not seem to bother the older wizard as he patiently waited for the three other boys to do the same as their friend.
"Yes I've contacted young Miss Prewett's father and Uncle and they came to fetch her last night." spoke Dumbledore looking at his students above his half-moon spectacles.
"Miss Prewett?" asked Peter, "Why does that sound familiar?"
"She's a pureblood?" asked Sirius sounding out the familiar name under his breath.
"Yes her father is Gideon Prewett. He and Fabian came to retrieve Hermione last night." confirmed Sirius' suspicions.
"So that's it. We really will never see her again?" asked James sadly thinking that he should have spent more time with the mysterious witch.
"I should hope not. Professor Bones would be most disappointed at losing an apprentice before they even started." smiled Dumbledore.
"She's staying?!" shouted James happily
"As a teacher?" moaned Sirius and Peter a little more depressingly than their friend.
"More of a teacher's aid, Sirius." consoled Dumbledore as he regarded the disowned heir, his lips twitching upward at the boys.
"Oh great that makes it just a little bit better, Dumbles." Sirius stated before gaping like a fish out of water as realization dawned his features, though this too, Dumbledore took in stride.
"I daresay Mr. Black no one has ever called me by that nickname, at least that I can recall. While I don't particularly like it I can't say I'm opposed to it either. Rather reminds me of my third year where Adhara Croft deemed us a couple and constantly, rather persistently actually, called me Albie-bear." he finished happily, obviously reminiscing the olden days, popping a candy in his mouth, "I daresay I have quite the sweet tooth, but do you boys know that it took me forty-three different muggle candies before I found this one. Lemon drops, they're called. Would any of you like one?"
"Thanks for sharing that Professor. But I think we'll pass on the candy." stated Remus looking at the supposed brilliance of Albus Dumbledore, "Do you know, sir, when Miss Prewett will be back?" asked Remus switching the subject and gaining the undivided attention of the three boys once more.
"Tomorrow night. Sometime after the Feast. I suppose since you four and Miss Evans are the only people her own age Miss Prewett knows, the four of you and Miss Evans, should she so wish, will stay after to show Miss Prewett around the castle. Of course, that is if none of you manage to get into any mischievous activity until then." spoke the ancient Headmaster giving a pointed look to each of the four boys as their eyes widened almost comically,
James was the first to shoot up muttering a quick, "Whatever you say Headmaster. If you'll excuse me I think I left my trunk on fire." and James was already out of the door with Sirius quickly behind speaking, "Holy shi- I mean I left my broom in his trunk. Excuse me Headmaster."
"We better go as well, sir. Before they actually start a real fire. Headmaster." and with a nod to Dumbledore and an almost shout to Peter did the remaining two Marauders leave the office.
Once the gargoyle returned to his proper place did Fawkes trill, in an almost anti-climatical way and Dumbledore smiled in response to the magical bird before replying.
"I know old friend. I almost feel sorry for the poor girl too." he laughed lightly, popping another sweet into his mouth.
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Somewhere in Diagon Alley Hermione sneezed quite loudly, almost dropping her ice-cream in the process.
"Arthur tells me that muggles think when you sneeze, your love is out there somewhere thinking of you." Molly told her with a saucy wink, causing the girl to blush quite noticeably.
"Does Uncle Arthur always let such superstitions get into his head?" Hermione finally managed to laugh back, continuing with her chocolate and raspberry with chopped nuts ice-cream.(1)
"Only half of the time." laughed Molly as she attempted to wipe away the pink coloring Charlie managed to give himself, most of his strawberry ice-cream having gone on his face rather than in his mouth.
Hermione smiled softly as she took in the sight of the two, her gaze eventually drifted however and she found herself staring at a nearby shop.
"Oh dear, I think I'll have to take the children inside to wash up a bit. Are you going to be fine on your own dearie?"
"Yes, in fact I think I'll check out a few more shops." answered Hermione still staring at the store ahead, she never noticed her aunt smile at her before she said.
"I'll meet you there in half an hour, then. Just make sure to stay out of Knockturn Alley."
Hermione nodded as she picked up the small change bag her aunt gave her as she made her way towards Magical Menagerie.
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"Well he's finally lost it." Sirius muttered to himself, though that did not stop Remus or Peter from agreeing with him as they watched James prance happily down the halls, with apparently not a care in the world.
"Do you think she's bewitched him?" asked Peter quietly, almost stuttering at the end nervously.
Sirius looked like he was actually contemplating this but Remus quickly pushed the thought away before it could properly form, "She was in a magical induced coma for almost a week, and completely bedridden for the rest. Exactly how do you reckon she managed to brew a love potion, or charm him into loving her?"
"What if she's a Veela?" asked Peter seriously.
"I doubt it, then we'd all have been struck in wonder by her, not just Prongs." Sirius was the one to answer this time, earning a shocked look from Remus in the process, "Oh shove off, I pay attention in class sometimes." he defended indigently as Remus barked out a laugh.
"Yes, you're right. So long as its a fiery seductress you're learning about."
"You say Double Potions, I say absolute hell." Sirius deterred stubbornly.
"I don't think that's how the muggles say it." Peter said quietly, "What happened to Prongs?"
Sirius and Remus both stopped their conversation as they heard the smaller boy's words, looking in the general direction they last saw their friend both of them staring despondently before yelling out at the same time and running off in search of James.
"Bloody Hell!"
"I hate it when they run." Peter sighed out quickly chasing after the two who would hopefully find James.
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"Are you absolutely sure, this is the one you want, Miss?" the blushing man in front of her, seemed completely terrified at the bundle in her arms, though looking at the small little fuzzball in her arms, she was sure their was absolutely nothing she was more sure of in her life.
"Positive. He's absolutely adorable, and so well behaved too. Don't you think?" Hermione smirked as she paid the now slack-jawed boy, cuddling with the half-kneazle in her arms, the shop attendant heard her mutter under her breath, "I think I'll name you Crookshanks." their was silence before Hermione spoke again, "Yes, I think I quite like that name for you as well."
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"Oh isn't he just adorable." crooned Molly quietly as she held Charlie and leaned over so he could get a better look at the small kitten.
"He's decent." the four year old declared lightly, "Dragon's are better though." his eyes however could not hide his mirth or glee as the orange fuzzball sat up and licked the tike on his cheek before jumping out of Hermione's arms and curling himself on Bill's shoulder, nuzzling the five year old's neck as he did so.
"Well I like him." Bill spoke scratching the feline behind his ears as Molly and Hermione looked on at the two.
"Molly! Boys! I'm home." shouted a voice from the kitchen, and Hermione smiled softly at seeing the look of relief and just complete love that overtook her aunt's face as she hastily made her way to the next room.
When Hermione entered in the small kitchen of the Burrow, her grip on Charlie's hand tightened as she watched her newfound aunt and uncle speak in harsh whispers. It seemed like an eternity but the couple finally looked up when Percy let his discomfort known and let out a very loud wail followed by even louder sniffles and gurgling. Arthur shared one more look with Aunt Molly before he walked over to her and kindly gripped her shoulders and eventually hugged her. Even after their meal and it was almost time for her to return to Hogwarts his words still left a warm swelling in her heart.
"Welcome to the family."
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The ice-cream flavor Hagrid gave to Harry on his first trip to Diagon Alley.
The Games We Play
Harry Potter Story
The Games We Play Chapter 5
Summary: The last thing she remembered was Charlie Weasley taking her out onto the dance floor and then before he could even twirl her around once an explosion went off. They knew that the remaining Death Eaters would try to attack, too caught up in their pureblood supremacy for any other option, what they didn't think they would try to do was crash one of the Golden Trio's wedding.
Chapter Excerpt: "Damn it! Why the hell is it Gideon gets the fake hot ass daughter and I don't?" "Mr. Fabian I do believe that that is the most irrelevant thing you've spoken to date." Fabian Prewett at least had the decency to look abashed as he quietly apologized to Hermione. The young witch however couldn't stop staring though, the two seemed so familiar to her and wondered if her own family was anything like the two men before her now.
Pairing: James Potter x Hermione Granger
Rated: M+
Dark Lunar Love 1914
