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"Is that all we have to do?" Helga asked innocently.
"Helga, they're pulling your l-"Rowena tried to explain, but was ignored.
Helga placed her foot in the circle. "I put my left foot in; I pull my left foot out. I put my left foot in and I shake it all about." Helga sang; her body following along with the somewhat familiar song lyrics.
Godric forced back a laugh as he stopped his gullible wife. "I think we need to cast the spell a different way."
Helga pouted. "No way, this is actually fun." She turned to look at the others. "You should all try this; it's positively one of the funniest ways to cast a spell!"
Rowena held back a retort as Salazar forced himself to look neutral. Godric smiled at his innocent wife and kissed her on her forehead. "While it might be fun for you, I don't think the others will feel that way. Let's just do it the normal way this time, yeah?"
Helga nodded reluctantly and waited for her husband's instructions.
"It's fairly simple really. We all must cut our palms and let a single drop fall into the red bowl, throughout the whole thing - you must think of Hermione. When everyone has given their drop, we must all say Romangico Voil. The spell will steal a bit of our magic, but not too much since there are four of us. Then one of us, preferably Rowena, must pour the ingredients from the blue bowl into the red one to complete it." Godric explained carefully.
Helga raised her hand shyly. "Yes darling?" Godric asked patiently.
"Why Rowena specially?" She questioned quickly.
"I believe that my blood is thicker in hers." Rowena stated aloud.
Helga frowned. "I've found many of my traits in her too, Rowena."
Rowena quirked her eyebrow. "Care to explain?"
Helga beamed a smile. "She is faithful to those boys: Harry and Ron. Even when evidence points to Ron cheating, she doesn't doubt him at all."
"That is true, but Hermione has always displayed Ravenclaw's common personality traits throughout her short life." Rowena commented.
Godric shook his head. "Ladies, we could spend a year battling over this. Hermione shares all of our traits, even the bad ones. I think Rowena should do it, because she used to performing during magical draining spells. Just one mistake and we'll have to wait a month to try again and honestly, I don't have the patience for that time frame."
Salazar pulled out a small, polished dagger from his belt. "This should be fine to slice our palms."
Godric nodded. "Salazar will go first, I'll follow, then Helga, and finally Rowena."
Salazar sliced his palm with ease and watched as a tiny drop flowed down his hand and down into the bowl. He handed the dagger to Godric who repeated the process, he then handed the dagger to his frowning wife. Helga looked distastefully at the dagger; she'd always hated the sight of her own blood but quickly started the process and then handed the dagger to her friend. Rowena glanced at the dagger that was painted crimson from everyone else's blood; she winced a bit when she cut herself but forced herself to watch.
"Romangico Voil!" They all shouted at once when all of their blood was joined together in the bowl.
Instantly, Rowena felt drained; almost like she'd run a mile and was taking a break. "A tad my ass." She thought venomously. Rowena grabbed the blue bowl and poured it onto their mixed blood, watching fascinated as the concoction boiled into nothing.
The four of them stood in silence, waiting for something-no anything to happen to show that their spell worked.
"We failed." Rowena stated sadly, going over the process in her head.
"I could've hesitated too much before I cut myself." Helga suggested.
Rowena disagreed. "No I took the same amount of time as you did, so we both might've screwed it up."
Helga brightened at the idea. "It's always better to screw up with another person. I'm happy that we can be screw-up buddies this time around, Rowena."
Rowena patted her friends shoulder and agreed silently. Her gaze swept over her husband and her other friend as they stared at the bowl in silence still. She almost wanted to apologize for messing up the spell, but honestly she didn't know it was a time frame spell. She had a month to prepare herself and Helga for the next reenactment and this time they wouldn't fail, not if she had anything to do with it.
CRACK!
"Shit!" Two male voices shouted.
Rowena was shocked to see an eighteen year old James Potter and Sirius Black lying on top of Helga. Wait…on top of Helga, shit!
"Helga! Are you okay?" Godric yelled, pushing aside the boys to get to his wife.
"I'm fine!" Helga reassured her husband, getting up and dusting off her robes.
Helga looked at Rowena. "Is that what it feels like when two boys fall for you at the same time?"
Rowena openly laughed and hugged her friend. "I'm not sure, but that is definitely how it feels when two boys fall on you."
Godric looked at the boys with a murderous glint in his eyes. Rowena rolled her eyes; Godric was so very possessive of his wife especially when it concerned other males. Boys.
"Where the hell am I?" the black haired one questioned confused. That one had to be Sirius Black; he looked decent enough for her heir.
"You're in a safe place." Rowena softly answered, moving closer to the boys.
"James? Is that you? Am I dead?" Sirius continued to ask.
"Shut up will you? My head's killing me. Yes, I'm James. I'm not sure if you're dead because I don't even know if I'm dead as well." The one named James answered, massaging his scalp.
"You're both alive and well." Helga quickly explained, moving to stand beside Rowena.
Rowena looked at their men. "We can explain everything to them. Go check on Hermione."
Godric and Salazar disappeared, leaving Rowena and Helga alone with James and Sirius.
"Who do you want?" Helga asked hesitantly.
Rowena shrugged, really not caring at all. Helga jumped up in excitement. "I call Sirius!"
"Sure, meet up afterwards in the Grand Room." Rowena instructed.
"See, this is proof that I'm sexier than you." Sirius commented before Helga dragged him off.
James rolled his eyes and turned to focus on the woman in front of him. "Who are you?"
Rowena smiled and offered him a seat. "I'm not a threat to you. I'm Rowena Ravenclaw."
James blinked uncertainly. "Are you daft? That can't possibly be true!"
Rowena smirked. "Sorry, kid – it's a hundred percent true."
James frowned. "Will you explain?"
Rowena sighed but began the tale. "I'm dead. We're all dead except Sirius and you. This is our after-life lair and we've been waiting over our descendants throughout the years. Our only remaining heir is unhappy which makes us unhappy."
James blinked again and stared deep into her eyes. "I'm not sure how that has to do with me. Now, how do I get back to Harry?"
Rowena clasped her hands together. "You're my heir's soul-mate. You will complete her and when we send you to her, you'll wind up where your son is. Harry will be your age though."
James snorted. "Harry's just a year old, he can't be eighteen yet."
Rowena almost wanted to scream in frustration. "You almost died protecting your wife and son. We brought you here so that you could make our heir happy and in the process be with your son. If you reject this idea, the spell will send you back and you'll end up dying."
James took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "I'm supposed to be dead?"
Rowena nodded. "Yes, you were supposed to die a quick, but terrible death at the hands of Voldemort."
James inhaled sharply. "Is he dead?"
Rowena again nodded. "Your son killed him along with a boy named Ron and our heir."
James nodded. "Who's your heir, my supposed soul-mate?"
"Her name is Hermione Granger." Rowena stated calmly.
"Are you sure that I'm her mate?" James asked weakly.
"Hundred percent or I'd never have brought you here willingly." Rowena truthfully told him.
"I accept it then." James responded unenthusiastically.
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"You're fairly good-looking for your age." Helga stated, opening staring at Sirius.
"As are you, my dear." Sirius flirted.
Helga blushed slightly. "I'm not sure if your charm is a good or bad quality."
Sirius raised his eyebrows. "Why is that?"
Helga answered truthfully. "Hermione might get jealous if you flirt so readily with everyone."
Sirius frowned. "Hermione? The only Hermione I know is sixteen and I'm thirty-four. Even I have boundaries, sweetheart."
Helga produced a mirror and watched as Sirius examined his face with interest. "What did you do?" He asked.
"You were about to die." Helga started instantly.
"Yeah, I was about to fall through the veil." Sirius commented.
"We stopped that, we pulled you from there and de-aged you." Helga replied.
"Now, why did you do something like that?" Sirius asked, handing her the mirror back.
"You're Hermione's soul-mate." Helga simply stated, putting the mirror away.
"Why would you care if I am or not?" Sirius continued to question.
"Hermione is my heir or well, everyone's heir. She's got Gryffindor blood, Ravenclaw blood, you get the point right? She is the only living heir from all four founders and carries blood from all four of our houses." Helga swiftly explained.
"And you are?" Sirius asked, still curious as ever.
"I'm Helga!" Helga replied brightly with a smile.
"I'm Hermione's soul-mate then? Are you sure, I'm not exactly a one-woman type of guy, you know?" Sirius tapped his nails on the chair.
"Oh, I know it seems that way, but once you're around her, you'll see and even feel the pull." Helga enlightened him.
"Hm, it doesn't matter as long as I get to see Harry." Sirius stated rather coolly.
Sirius' eyes widened "Did Harry win? Is he still alive?"
Helga nodded quickly. "Of course he won and he lived to tell the tale!"
Sirius let out a breath as he once again relaxed. "When do I get to see him?"
Helga stood up. "If we get to it now, you'll be able to see him in a few minutes actually."
Sirius jumped up. "Let's get to it then"
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Rowena met up with Helga in the Grand Room. Salazar and Godric were bent over a basic teleportation potion that allowed its drinker to teleport anywhere at any time.
"Did everything go well?" Helga whispered.
Rowena nodded and asked her the same. Helga smiled and nodded as well. James and Sirius stood beside each other, but they remained silent – both lost in their own thoughts. The cauldron cracked, signaling the potion's finish. Godric poured the slimy liquid into two cups which Salazar grabbed and handed to the boys.
"You'll have to convince the others that you're really who you say you are. Though Harry will accept you both right off the bat. Just tell the Headmistress of Hogwarts that you were both sent on a mission by the founders. Tell her Nos sumus qui dicimus and she'll know you're speaking the truth." Godric told the boys as they stared into their cups.
Salazar rolled his eyes. "It won't bite you unless you keep staring at it."
"Are you sure she'll believe us?" James asked concerned.
Rowena nodded. "You can't lie in her office when speaking Latin, one of Hogwarts' many secrets. Now drink up and picture the Gryffindor's common room-and in a flash, you'll be there!"
"Bet you that I'll get there first!" Sirius declared, chugging the green slime.
"No fair!" James exclaimed, quickly doing the same.
Both boys turned green at the taste, but disappeared with a white flash.
"Did you tell them everything?" Salazar asked.
"Yes, I told Sirius and Rowena told James." Helga commented.
"Everything?" Godric questioned.
"Of course! We did –everything to the last de-! Oh Shite, I didn't mention that Sirius was Hermione's soul-mate as well." Rowena cussed, shock written all over her face.
Helga's face turned pale. "Will that cause any problems? I forgot to mention that to part about James to Sirius as well."
Godric shook his head. "I'm sure that all it'll do will provide us with more entertainment."
Salazar grinned. "In the end it's a win-win for us."
Both girls shook their heads.
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"Where's Ron?" Harry asked, biting the head off of a chocolate frog.
"He said he wanted to go take a stroll around the castle to clear his head." Hermione replied, a little bitter as she sucked on a sugar quill.
"That doesn't sound like him at all." Harry commented.
"Tell me about it." Hermione replied.
"Well, more sweets for us then." Harry stated, opening another box.
"Just leave me the sugar quills and you won't face my wrath Harry Potter." Hermione told him, eying him above her book.
Harry smirked and reached over to the other side of the table. "I've got this little craving for some sugar though."
Hermione's leg shot out and prevented Harry's hand from reaching her quills. "Grab another frog then, Harry dear; plenty of sugar in them."
Harry moved his hand and used his reflexes from Quidditch to grab one of the quills on top of Hermione's pile.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Hermione yelled, jumping at him.
"See Sirius, women want me when I'm not even visible." A cocky male voice echoed through the almost empty room (Save for Hermione and Harry).
"I'd believe you Prongs if she hadn't been calling out your son's name instead of yours." A husky voice mixed with the previous one.
"Details, details. You've gotten mature in your old age Padfoot." The cocky male countered.
"Who are you? Reveal yourself!" Harry demanded, if he was honest to himself- he was mentally freaking out. One of the voices sounded so familiar.
"Is that how you greet your godfather and your old man?" The husky voice questioned, appearing in front of them along with another male.
The husky male was gorgeous – like mind-blowing gorgeous. He had long, windswept black locks and deep grey eyes that reminded her of steel. His voice added to his appearance and made him more desirable if anything. Hermione thought he looked like a young Sirius Black, but that was clearly impossible. He was full out grinning at Harry. God could this guy smile; he made smiles sexy.
Her gaze moved the guy standing next to him that was like Harry's clone except his eyes were a deep chocolate color that seemed to drown her in their depths. His black hair was tousled and long but shorter than the other guy's. His mouth was turned up into a smirk and his gaze was solely on Harry.
Hermione looked at her best friend, someone she considered her brother and saw that he eagerly believed these men instantly. She wanted to believe this thing was real, just for him, but her mind was screeching that this was trap of sorts. She pulled her wand out just in case and waited for the next move. She didn't expect the males to turn their gaze on her, or at the same time.
Sirius and James agreed mentally on one thing; the bird straddling Harry was hot, smokin' hot. Her hair was in wild curls that reached the bottom of her back, it was a deep, rich brown with some natural blonde highlights from spending time outside which would explain her slight tan. She had brown eyes like James, but they were brighter almost the color of gold. Her mouth was curved into a shocked "o" face, and they watched in interest as she licked her lips slowly. The way her shirt cupped her ample breasts, sent chills down their spines and blood coursing down to their groin, reminding them that they were hormonal boys.
"See? Take that Helga; I can't be a one-woman man with a broad like that!" Sirius mentally declared.
James and Sirius forced themselves to look away from the tempting female. Their gaze returned to Harry who looked happy to see them.
"Sirius? Dad?" Harry called out, testing the waters.
"In the flesh." Sirius replied as James nodded calmly.
Harry turned to look at Hermione. "I'm not going insane am I?"
Hermione chuckled. "Not unless I'm on the ride with you."
"Do you tr-?" Harry began.
Hermione interrupted him and stood up. "No."
Harry smiled sadly. "Thought you'd say that."
Hermione returned his smile. "Someone's got to say it, might as well be me."
Hermione turned her gaze to rest on the two intruders. "We're going to take you to Headmistress McGonagall."
"Now why's that darling?" Sirius instantly asked.
"My name's not darling, it's Hermione and I prefer to be called that rather than some over-used pet name." Hermione snarled, walking out of the room.
James' face went pale. "That was Hermione?"
Sirius rubbed his temples. "I thought she might've loosed up a bit after the end of the war and all."
Harry shook his head. "Nope, still the same. Quite refreshing, don't ya think? Well…come along, let's get this sorted."
The three boys exited the room and found Hermione waiting patiently for them. They walked to the office in silence, Harry holding Hermione's hand in comfort. James and Sirius both noticed this and decided to think upon it later. They reached the office quickly.
"Lemon Drops." Harry called out, feeling a little remorseful when thoughts about Dumbledore entered his mind from the password.
The stairs appeared and they all walked single-file with Harry leading and James at the back. The walk was short and soon they were in McGonagall's office.
McGonagall looked up from her desk in surprise. "What brings you all up her-"Her mouth fell slightly open.
Hermione nodded in empathy. "We reacted the same way. They say that they're Harry's godfather and dad. We brought them to you." Hermione finished and sat down in a nearby chair, Harry sitting in one across from hers.
"Are you really Sirius Black and James Potter?" McGonagall asked first.
The boys looked at each other and repeated Godric's phrase. "Nos sumus qui dicimus."
Headmistress McGonagall looked slightly relieved. "Why are you both here and not dead?"
Sirius shrugged while James ran his hands through his hair. Sirius decided to answer. "We've been sent on a mission to seduce you, Professor."
McGonagall rolled her eyes and turned to her current students. "There is a ward on this room that prevents lies when said in Latin. Godric himself cast the spell and only previous headmasters know the secret. They're both who they say they are."
"How is that possible?" Hermione questioned- eyes wide with shock.
James answered this time. "We're a gift for Harry, for all of his sacrifices."
Harry looked happy but confused. "I'm glad you're both here, but why isn't mom?"
James looked up and replied softly. "She's happy where she is."
Harry wanted to ask more, but Hermione stopped him by placing her hand over his.
"Are they going to be honorary Gryffindors?" Hermione asked McGonagall.
McGonagall nodded. "Yes, they'll be put in your house. Watch them closely and don't let them lose too many of our points."
Hermione nodded and quickly shuffled out of the room. Harry stayed behind and went over and hugged Sirius and James together. "I'm glad you're both here. It means a lot that we'll get to finally spend time together without having to worry about impending deaths."
Harry then straightened his spine and left the room, Sirius and James trailing behind him. Hermione was waiting for them again by one of the gargoyles.
"I'll have to show you our Quidditch team for the year; we're a pretty good bunch!" Harry ranted off, describing each player and their position.
James smiled with pride. "My boy is the Captain, did you hear that Padfoot?"
Sirius rolled his eyes but patted him on the back. "Yes, I've heard you repeat that for the zillionth time Prongs. Your boy also defeated Voldemort in case you've forgotten."
James' face lit up with fatherly pride. "He defeated Voldemort while being Captain, who else can say they did that?"
Sirius just smiled back, letting James roll around in his mental field of flowers. Sirius then looked at Hermione who was listening to Harry talk about chick named Ginny. She looked yummy. No other word could describe her right now other than yummy. Her gaze drifted over to look at him and he instantly prepared for her to send him a smile or a wink, a sign that she was interested, but she didn't and she returned to looking at Harry.
She used to do that when he was older, but he'd always thought it was because he thirty years old, but here he was in his PRIME…the best years of his life where no woman could resist him except McGonagall…and she just overlooked him…her soul-mate…his soul-mate.
"Bloody Hell! Whatcha doing out here?" a loud voice boomed from nearby. A boy with red hair reached them, not sparing a glance in James or Sirius' direction, and instantly went between Harry and Hermione. He looked like he'd been to hell and back…with a frisky female of course. Sirius knew that look very well; he had that look on himself a thousand times.
"Ron, do be quiet!" Hermione scolded. Familiarity shot through Sirius, he was the Weasley boy.
"Sorry, forgot myself for a moment." Ron apologized, bending to give Hermione…a kiss? What the fuck? Hermione was his. James snarled softly next to him, his eyes filled with rage and possession though Sirius didn't notice, his thoughts consumed by his own fury.
James sent a death glare at the ginger boy named Ron. He kissed his girl, his soul-mate and that was a low blow especially if the ginger wanted to see dawn break. Hermione put her arm around Ron's waist and pure fury entered his body as he wanted to Avada that stupid boy for being so forward, so familiar, and intimate with his woman.
"Ron, this is my dad and Sirius. Sirius, you already know Ron. Dad, this is Ron, one of my best friends." Harry introduced with a smile.
Ron smiled back. "Been through seven years of Hogwarts together, we have."
Hermione smiled at the small interaction between Ron and Harry, but her thoughts drifted elsewhere when she felt two pairs of eyes stare deep into her, almost like they were trying to look for her soul. When she turned her head to find the sets of eyes, she only saw James and Sirius who were both talking to Ron about Quidditch teams. She frowned and shrugged off the feeling.
"Ron! You forgot your wand!" a female voice bellowed, getting closer.
Ron winced but put on a smile. "Thanks, Lavender."
Lavender appeared looking ruffled and messy. Her hair was knotted up and looked like she just got up and didn't care to comb it. Her clothes looked like they had been thrown on and were wrinkled. She smiled brightly as she handed Ron a small wooden wand.
"Before I found you guys, I bumped into Lav here. Musta dropped my wand when I fell on the ground from colliding with her." Ron explained, laughing at his stupidity.
Hermione smiled and seemed to fully accept it as she thanked Lavender. However, one other seemed suspicious and the other two were plotting a weasel's death.
A/N: Review guys!