"It's getting late so all of you have to go back to your dorms. Except for Potter and..." Mcgonagall paused, having completely forgotten the mysterious new girls name. "Hermione Granger, miss" Lily answered for the girl, whilst Hermione sat there wearing a sad smile. My favorite teacher and, I suppose hero, doesn't know who I am She thought, barely keeping the smile on her face. "Yes, Miss Granger and Potter are the only two to be in here. Good night." She carried on as she ushered the other students to their common rooms.
"I need to know, will Lily Evans ever go on a date with me?" James asked as he sat on the end of her bed. "Hmmm, I could tell you, but that might disrupt the timeline..." Hermione smiled teasingly. "Pleeeeaaase! I just need to know if I should give up or not" James begged, "Do you want to know what it is that she dislikes about you?" She asked, willing to help him out, without ruining the ending, "Really? Yes!" He grinned. "You're immature." James' smile dropped. "It's hopeless! I'll never get her! She wants me to be ma-ma-mature?! That's disgusting! That's so... so... Remus. Ewww." He said as he lay back on her bed. "And how do you know anyway?" He asked as he thought for a moment. "You're from the future... and you haven't had a private conversation with her since you've been here... We do get together!" James beamed, happily clapping like an exited school girl. Hermione just raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly.
"He's done it! Harry Potter has caught the snitch and won the game! Gryffindor win!" Lee Jordan shouted into the mic. Hermione ran on to the pitch as Harry landed his broom, enveloping him in a hug. He lifted her slightly and spun. "I did it!" He beamed, as the house mates around him clapped, "Don't act so surprised Harry, you almost always get the snitch." Hermione smiled, also clapping for him. "Yeh but... I dunno, it just feels awesome every time I get the snitch you know. I win the game for our house. It makes me feel special." Harry smiled back, no long hugging Hermione, but holding her arms, "But you are special Harry. You're special to me." Hermione said, standing up tall and closing the gap between them, she saw him tilt his head slightly. Her whole school life had been leading up to this moment, whether she knew it or not and-Harry was hoisted up onto two fellow housemates shoulders as they carried him around the pitch chanting, "WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!" Hermione's shoulders dropped as she watched on disappointed, Harry shot her back that same look. I'll kiss him in the common room at the after-party. She thought smiling, watching as Harry wobbled around.
"Are you okay? Hermione?" James asked worriedly, "Yeh I'm fine sorry. I just-I just remembered something." Hermione answered, smiling fondly at the memory. "So I end up with Lily... Do we get married? And have kids?" He asked smiling again. "You do get married. And you do have a kid, his name's Harry." James grinned at the thought, but his grin soon turned cold. "The Harry that's in the war with you?" He asked frowning, Hermione looked at her hands, "Yes." She whispered. "What happened that last time you saw him?" James asked, feeling scared but not knowing why he felt so strongly about a kid that he won't know for a good couple years. Because it's not just a kid. It's my kid. Mine and Lily's kid. "He was fighting Lo-He was fighting." She answered, tears filling her eyes. "Fighting who?" James asked, suddenly angry, he tried to push down his rage but he couldn't help it. His son was fighting in a war. "Lord Voldemort." Hermione answered, tears finally falling down her face. "Why? Why is he fighting at all? I wouldn't let him do that, would I?" He asked, not understanding how his son could be fighting against the dark lord. "Tell me! Tell me why!" James urged, his breathing now rigid, as the endless possibilities swam around his head. "Am I... dead?"
Hermione remained propped up, tears flowing freely. "Yes." She cried, and at that moment James felt empty. "And... Lily?" He asked, Hermione stayed silent, nodding slightly. James stood up fast and walked around the room, rubbing his face with his hands. "How? I mean. How do we die? You said Harry was the-the boy who lived. Do we die together? Is it Voldemort? How?" he asked again, still pacing the room, his hands slipping down to his sides, before lifting them up slightly, and dropping them, finally lifting them up to rub his face again. "Don't trust Peter Pettigrew." Hermione said finally, as James sat back down on her bed.
"What do you mean? Does he kill us?" James asked, feeling hurt, betrayed and intrigued all at the same time. "No, he reveals your location to Lord Voldemort. He's working against you. Trust Sirius and Remus. Don't trust Pettigrew." James frowned, "You're lying! He wouldn't betray me-us like that. You want me to believe that one of my best friends-best friends of six years at that, would betray me and get me and my wife killed? Based on the word of a stranger who fell through the roof?! You're insane if you think i'm going to believe that bullshit." James shouted venomously, his faith in peter slipping. "He tells Voldemort your location, then he tells the order it was Sirius who betrayed you!" Hermione shouted back. "Prove it!" James shouted a final time. Hermione rummaged around in her back for a minute before pulling out a bottle of Veritaserum. "That's illegal!" James said in shock.
"It's the only way." Hermione urged as she drank a mouthful of it. "Go ahead ask me questions." She hurried. "Okay, What's your real name?" James asked first. "Hermione J. Granger" she answered truthfully. James nodded, "Does Peter Pettigrew betray my location to Lord Voldemort?" He asked again, "Yes." James dropped his head in his hands. Hermione pulled him into a hug, and let him cry on her shoulder. "He's my friend-he was my friend!" he cried, as Hermione stroked his hair. "Your hair is just like Harry's" James stopped crying and looked up at her, "Are you in love with my son?" He asked, knowing that she could not lie...
"Yes."
