Chapter 2: The Marauders.
Everything was spinning around Hermione and she felt dizzy. This was much worse than an ordinary time turner which ended reasonably quickly. She clutched her notes tighter. Finally there was another faint 'pop' and she stood in Dumbledore's office again. Looking around she saw Dumbledore sitting behind his desk examining a strange silver instrument she had seen in his modern day desk. He looked up and stared at Hermione. She simply stared back. It had been so long since she had seen Dumbledore, alive. He hadn't changed much over the years, except his beard was a little shorter in this time and decidedly less sliver.
"Erm… Hello Professor." She said. He raised his eyebrows.
"Good morning Miss…"
"Granger Sir."
"Miss Granger. I do not recognise you. May I ask what brings you magically into my office?" His voice was incredibly calm.
"You see Sir, I'm from the future." She said, offering him the time turner. Surprise flashed across his face. He took the time turner and examined it.
"And why should I not believe that this is a trick of Lord Voldemort's?" His voice was still calm. Hermione thought desperately of something only Dumbledore would know.
"My best friend at Hogwarts is Harry Potter."
"Harry?" He asked sharply. "The boy isn't even a year old yet."
"I know, but in my time he is eighteen." Hermione said; thinking of him now and wishing he were here. He was still watching her over his half-moon spectacles. She felt very awkward. "The great war has just finished."
"It has? Only just?" Dumbledore now looked worried.
"But that's why I am here." Hermione said quickly. "To tell you our story so you can kill him sooner."
"You're story?"
"Mine, Harry's and Ron's. Of course there are plenty of other people involved, at Hogwarts and outside but most of what I have to say is our adventures." She tried to explain.
"Who sent you here?"
"Professor McGonagall. She told me to talk to you, James and Lily Potter, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin."
"No Mr Pettigrew?" Dumbledore asked. Hermione flushed.
"No." She mumbled. "That's part of the story. I can't explain things out of order. It will lead to more questions and confuse everything. So much of it is interlinked it would just get too complicated." Hermione sighed, shifting the enormous stack of papers to the other arm.
"What are those?" Dumbledore asked.
"My notes. I didn't think I would remember everything, and some of it I wasn't there to see or hear anyway. A lot of this is Harry's notes. Anything and Everything happened to him." She sighed.
"I'm intrigued. For now Miss Granger, I see no reason not to trust you. You know of Harry and seemingly his parents. I will make contact with them." Then he cast a patronus and sent it away. Then he put the tips of his long fingers together and watched Hermione.
She suddenly thought of something. "Do you have James' invisibility cloak?"
"Why would I have Mr Potter's cloak?" Dumbledore asked in surprise.
"I can't explain that yet, but I just know you have it at some point soon." Hermione looked sheepish.
"You know of the cloak?"
"Yeah, Harry sneaks around with it all the time." She grinned.
"Like father, like son I suppose." Dumbledore sighed, but there was a twinkle in his eyes. Just then a beautiful doe came gliding into the room and spoke, in what Hermione presumed, was Lily Potter's voice.
"Of course Albus, come right over." Dumbledore stood up and walked to the fireplace. Then he offered the pot of floo powder to Hermione. She took it and walked into the fire.
"The Potter's house." She called clearly and threw the floo powder. The warm flames rose around her as she spun around and around. Suddenly it was over and Hermione was stumbling into a pleasant front room. She staggered slightly and fell into a tall figure, right in front of her.
"Sorry." She said, straightening up.
"Don't worry." Said the man. She looked up, and gasped. The man looked exactly like Harry. The same jet black, untidy hair; the same face. Except, this man's eyes were hazel. He looked at her eyebrows raised. "Who are you?" He asked.
"Hermione Granger." She breathed.
"Welcome to the Potter household Miss Granger." He grinned impishly.
"Hermione, please. You must be James." He looked at her in surprise.
"How'd you know?"
"Can I explain when Dumbledore gets here?" James nodded. When he stood back, Hermione could see the room and the first thin she was a baby, sitting in front of the sofa, playing with a toy snitch. He had tufts of black hair and paid her no attention. She giggled. It was just so weird seeing Harry that young. James was looking at her like she was crazy.
"Hey Padfoot, Moony." He called. "We got company." Just then Dumbledore came spinning out of the fireplace and brushed the soot off of his shoulders.
"Well now, is everybody here Mr Potter?" James nodded. Then a pretty, red headed woman came in, it was clearly Lily. Behind her came a good-looking young man, His black hair was almost as messy as James'. A big smile was plastered on his face, which was fuller, and had much more colour than the last time Hermione had seen him. Sirius grinned at her. Lastly, in came Remus. He had a good deal less grey in his hair, and less scars on his face and arms. His smile was much more genuine.
Hermione had to stop herself crying out to him. Having lost him so recently, and helping Harry care for his child, had meant she felt closer to him than the others. He gave her a polite smile and took a seat on the sofa beside James.
"Well, what's going on Dumbledore?" Sirius asked.
"That, I'm afraid, can only be properly explained by Miss Granger here." He said, gesturing at Hermione, who blushed as everyone's gaze turned to her.
"Well…" She began. "I'm Hermione Granger. From eighteen years in the future." Everyone gaped at her. "And Harry Potter," She added, smiling at the baby on the floor, "Is my best friend."
"The boy has good taste." Winked Sirius. Hermione went the colour of beetroot.
"Shut up Padfoot." James said with exasperation. He was used to his friend's constant flirtation. "That's my son's friend you are talking to." He grinned.
"Well, in my time the second great war has just finished. Voldemort is dead." Everyone cheered except Dumbledore and Lily.
"The second?" Lily asked.
"Yes. Voldemort vanished for ten years. But he came back. And we only just defeated him for good. But so many people died. It was horrible. The Ministry made a new, more powerful time turner so I could come back and kill him sooner."
"Why you?" Remus asked.
"Because I was central to the whole story. Harry would have come himself but we thought it would be easier if it wasn't someone quite so personal to talk to you. And he has greater difficulty recalling the events." She said in a sad voice. James and Lily looked worried. What happened to their son?
"Why?" James asked, in a tone that suggested he didn't want to know.
"That will be explained as we go along. So, I came back to tell you about myself, Harry and our other friend Ron Weasley. How we learnt everything and finally killed Voldemort. So we decided, to not confuse everything, to give you our whole story from our first year at Hogwarts." She glanced around at the group nervously. "I must warn you, some of this is going to be very hard to hear."
"Just tell us whatever you have to Hermione." Lily said in a serious voice.
"Then hopefully, we can kill Voldemort in this time and a lot of people will be alive again." Hermione finished. Everyone gave her a determined smile. Hermione's smile suddenly vanished.
"What is it Hermione?" Remus asked in a kind voice.
"Well," She began in a shaky voice. "When our story starts James and Lily have been killed by Voldemort." There was a collective gasp. Lily's hand flew over her mouth. James wrapped an arm around her and held her close. He then picked up Harry in his free arm. The three of them were cradled together.
"But Harry survives. How?" He asked in a strained tone.
"Well, that gets explained later, but he does live. He ended up with a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. His trademark." She gave a hollow laugh.
"So he stays with me right?" Sirius asked.
"Erm…no."
"What? Why not? I'm his godfather."
"Dumbledore takes him to the Dursley's." Hermione said in a small voice.
"Why the hell would you do that?" Yelled James. He had met Petunia's sister and her husband only once before. They were not pleasant people.
"I don't know Mr Potter. I haven't done it yet." Dumbledore said calmly.
"You gave my godson to a bunch of good for nothing muggles." Cried Sirius.
"There is an explanation." Hermione interjected. "Not that I can explain now, but there is, I promise. If I tell you now, it will confuse the story and you will only ask more questions. Everything has to be explained in order." They all looked at her. She drew out her notes of their first year and they all watched expectantly.
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