Concurrent Existences

Chapter 12: Get it Off Your Chest

Time returned, time restored.

Little Bella is fucking bored

Something not there, something missed.

Little Bella is fucking pissed.

Blinding light.

How cliché, again.

Then nothing.

Hermione groaned. It had been a while since something had actually knocked her unconscious. The quick spell chain was a bit taxing, but shouldn't have been enough to drain her.

The brunette tried to open her eyes, but it took a great deal of effort to even keep conscious right now. The amount of magical energy she channeled at the end actually fluctuated a bit. A small dose of panic went through her body as she tried to move again to check on her dark witch.

It took a few seconds, but her body began to slowly respond. The few seconds in panic felt like years to her right now.

Finally, Hermione was able to open her eyes. They were still in the Shrieking Shack. The dimming light from outside meant that only a few hours have passed since the spell casting. She immediately looked over to where Bellatrix was and gasped.

Shards of blue sand was scattered all around the dark witch. Some of the grains were slowly evaporating, one by one, but that wasn't what surprised Hermione.

It worked.

The witch's body finally granted a bit of movement and was able to crawl towards her dark witch to see the full effects of the spell. If the spell took away any random body part, well, she might be Avada'd instead of kissed.

There was nothing to be afraid of though. A quick cursory glance and it seemed everything had gone according to her spell specifications. The witch waved her hand to cast some quick diagnostic spells and it seemed everything was in order. Now, she wanted a closer look at her age rejuvenated witch.

"Uh oh." Hermione's eyes slightly widened with what she saw. The spell did work, no doubt.

...I think it worked too well?

Bellatrix groaned. It felt like a Quidditch quaffle at high speed slammed into her right after getting spat out by a dragon and stomp on by a giant. She began to flex all her extremities to see if all her body parts were still there.

Toes check.

Fingers check.

She didn't feel like she was dying, so it must have went well.

The pain seemed to be slowly ebbing away until she felt that she could move again. The dark witch began to open her eyes to see the damage done or repaired damage.

The first thing the dark witch saw were her hands.

Her hands that were both wrinkle free. Her hands that didn't bare the scars spent during the several years in Azkaban manacles. Her hands that were dainty, just like when she was in Hogwarts flinging out hexes with them. The mere sight of her rejuvenated hands nearly made her tear up.

It was a miracle. The spell worked.

I don't believe it.

The second thing the dark witch saw was the little witch right in front of her, the witch who gave her back her youth. She was about to throw herself onto Hermione, but noticed that the girls hand was covering her mouth. It appeared like she was trying not to giggle? She realized that the little witch's eyes were looking lower, at her tits to be precise.

At her tits. What?

Bellatrix looked down and gasped. Her face must have been similar to The Scream painting.

Her tits were gone.

Her bloody fucking tits were bloody fucking gone.

With her newly acquired dainty hands, she began groping around for her tits. Where?!

"Bloody fucking hell! Merlin's fucking balls! Morgana's fucking tits! Where are my bloody tits!?" There and then Hermione doubled over with laughter.

She calmed down for a bit and ignored the laughing witch on the floor. It made no sense. The spell worked. Every part of her body was functional and there, but her tits? How could she even lose her tits? Unless- no. No. Her hands were... too dainty!

"Stop laughing! Stop, before I strangle you little witch!" She would do it too! It wasn't funny!

She'd get vengeance for this.

Stupid experimental magic!

Hermione cleared her tears and tried to stop laughing to properly answer the dark witch. It wouldn't be too fun if her witch got really mad.

"Little witch? Shouldn't I be calling you that?" The spell worked, but instead of being around twenty like Hermione had been planning, it looked like Bellatrix ended up a tad younger. She just had to banter a bit more though.

This was gold. This was hilarious.

Bellatrix glared. It was a really cute glare though. Somehow, Bellatrix, this young didn't produce that much of a threatening aura, maybe it was just her though.

The dark witch waved a hand and casted a spell. "Age Revelare!". Both witches saw the floating digits solidify to readable numbers.

"Fifteen! How could you make me fifteen!"

"Bella, it really wasn't my intention to reverse it this much, you know I wouldn't do that to you! The spell was really untested, only pure theoretical calculations were made. I didn't even truly pursue the notes in depth since I didn't really think we would get together before." Appealing to the logic sense and emotional sense, Hermione was getting a bit cunning. It was true though, Hermione and Bellatrix shacking up? No one in their right mind would ever see that coming.

"I know that. I know what you're doing too! I will still get my revenge witch!" The brunette wasn't sure why Bellatrix was so pissed at missing around five years of the original mark. Probably just missing her sizable tits. The number fifteen kept reoccurring though, seems like the Time-Turner had a fetish for the number or something.

"Merlin. Do you know what this means?! Puberty. I can't believe I have to go through puberty again! You're lucky I love you, little witch. Yes, you're still the little witch." Hermione decided to concede and shrug. There wasn't a point in further trying to antagonize the witch. She would tease her more another time though.

Hermione smiled as she grew closer to Bellatrix and engulfed her in a hug. It seemed like it was a reunion between them when they were back at Hogwarts. Well, they were still kind of in the Hogwarts area.

"Luv, I think our pre-made back story just got buggered. I'm fifteen. My real age would be forty-seven right now, I would have been thirty-two when I gave birth, but I've been in Azkaban since I was thirty one which was in 1982." That was a good point indeed.

Giving birth in Azkaban would be slightly far-fetched.

"Sirius escaped Azkaban after twelve years, that was 1993, so, he would have entered Azkaban around 1981 to 1982. We have leeway during 1982, it's just enough to make the story believable. They'll all be wondering how mad Sirius could have been for bedding his cousin, but we won't have to explain it that far." Hermione continued to think things through. The back story needed to be solid enough.

"I guess it would be possible for some hush-hush things to happen. So, what's my back story? We can't use anyone alive, that's for sure." The dark witch doubted that their fabricated story would be seen through especially with the backing of one of the Golden three.

"Easy, just get some off-shoot family connected to the Death Eaters and say Voldemort killed them after he found out about you to begin your training. The war has ended, a lot of things are being glazed over by the Ministry. There hasn't really been a de-aging spell, so people shouldn't be suspicious." There was a lot of holes in their story, but the ones that could plug it up were all dead.

Hermione thought about more details, but just payed it no mind. Compulsion spells were one thing she learned indirectly from Dumbledore, and this time it would be Hermione who'd be using them, if needed.

It was hypocritical, but she didn't really care. Time with her beloved was too short to really care about all the little details. Everything would eventually iron themselves out.

If not, then Hermione would iron them out.

The day finally arrived. The present.

It's where everything ended and where something else started. It was a good thing she avoided total mayhem and destruction during the time freeze or everything would have erupted in a few more minutes.

Before she left the Ministry, Hermione had already tinkered with a lot. The most important were the ward's spell structure. In about five minutes, the wards of the Ministry of Magic will be changed to never detect her magical signature. All her meddling and exploring will be impossible to find. If she didn't do that then her magic trace would be everywhere.

She would have a few minutes to cloak and run to the Auror office to replace herself while Ron still rolls on the ground in pain. And then she just had to wait and extra minute or two for her pre-made plan to work out itself.

Honestly, this was a waste of time. All the time that could have been spent fooling around with Bella.

She did need to carefully iron out her plans with Bella though. There wasn't much since she had already achieved her main objective of getting back to the present and her added objective of getting Bella. She had to reveal the dark witch to the world soon though, no point in hiding her away, which would be counter-productive.

The dark witch might get bored enough to start chaos.

Hermione sighed as her internal clock pinged. She put the issue of introducing Bella to the masses at the back of her head.

Time to move.

Hermione quickly moved through the swaths of people while in her cloaking spell. Quickly enough she was able to get to the closed door in the interrogation area of the Auror department. The probably misogynistic Auror still sitting to the far corner just reading his magazine.

Not using violence and not taking revenge was the correct course during the time limbo. If she had cursed the Auror then he would have been more alert. While the Ministry wards would be oblivious to her magical signature, people in close range could have a chance at detecting it.

Thankfully, this Auror is a bloody idiot.

Idiots of the same feather do flock together. In she went with a short range re-materialization spell. It was something like an apparate, but more stealthy. As Hermione went in, she could feel the remnants of the Full Body Curse spell.

Right on time.

"Argh! What the bloody fuck?!" Fifteen years, more like thirty without sleep, was not enough. The damned voice still grated her ears.

The redhead was pissed off and in pain, not a good combination. He realigned his wand directly at Hermione. He would have been surprised at her expression had he been in the right mind to notice. A small smile and fearlessness in her eyes.

"Ron, your wand is-" Oops.

"Stupefy!" The spell exploded since the wand was in no condition to cast anything. The spell rebounded on the caster.

Sweet justice.

"-broken." Hey, she did try to warn him. She also sensed that humor was over for now. A wave of her hand was all it took to restore the chairs and table as someone immediately barged in the room.

"-idiot! I'm taking her and bringing this straight to the Minister!" Her hero. She chuckled. Ron was still slumped by the door as Harry rushed in shoving him aside putting his arse in the air and face to the ground.

The witch was definitely putting this in a pensieve for Bella to see.

Harry stumbled a bit onto Ron, stepping on him once or twice. Confused as to how his best buddy was there, when no one, civilian at least, was allowed in.

"Ron was just visiting and apologizing before he tripped himself on his own and broke his wand. Shall we head to Kingsley and get this sorted out?" Harry nodded dumbly, not really sure what was happening anymore. Both his best friends were acting weird.

The case was dropped. As soon as Kingsley got involved, the Weasley's quickly folded. Falsified memories were absolutely useless when they were going to be legitimately verified.

Ofcourse, the whole thing was put on a gag-order. Kingsley couldn't afford more problems right now. She had read a lot of the problems the Ministry had with rebuilding also with foreign Ministry problems. Other countries were trying to take advantage of the chaos Voldemort had created.

The Weasley's conceded to Kingsley's plea since their son was going to be facing possible Azkaban charges for falsifying memories and Hermione just didn't really care much to try and push it. The witch had a lot of other things to work out. Being hidden from the Ministry radar would be good for a while.

The article created by Rita Skeeter was left alone though, but nothing further was created as of the moment with Kingsley's eyes on it. At least he was useful for the moment.

Bellatrix only the other hand, it wasn't always pleasant. Even though they had put some memory suppressants on her, it still didn't block some night terrors. Hermione had put a suppressant early on during the time in Azkaban to put her into a semi-hibernation state, but that did nothing to quell the things she had done in the name of the Dark Lord before Azkaban and even after her release.

Hermione grieved knowing that she could have eased the pain long ago by saving her during the time period, but it was done. All she could do is gather up the pieces of her crumbling witch and reforge them into something greater.

Someone greater. Someone her witch deserved to be.

Integrating Bella back in society would be good for her. If her plan went well, both of them would be going through seventh year Hogwarts together, since the school was ready to resume. The dark witch could release as much stress as she wanted to onto the school's students. Hermione couldn't take all her little witch's attention, her legs couldn't take much more of that.

She wanted to walk properly, thank you very much.

They were about to start the reintroduce-Bella-into-society plan and hope it doesn't blow up and backfire, but apparently the Golden Trio was going to have a reunion first.

A week after the Ministry incident.

The trio decided to stay at Rosmerta's like old times. It was a bit early to drink, but they did it anyway.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. For acting like a git and an idiot." Ron did look kind of sorry, but this was probably to placate Harry. The black eye on Ron told the whole story and reason why the ginger was doing this.

Hermione shook her head. Boys work out things way too quickly.

So much for being friends forever. After all they've been through, it ended up like this. Well, Harry was still trying to keep things together and mediate.

"It's fine, Ron. Just please for the love of Merlin, let's just be friends." Hermione's eyes caught Ron and knew then and there that the tosser was lying out of his arse. How did she know?

Legillimens. Best thing ever. Ron would probably be dead if Bella was able to peer into his mind.

A few more butter beers and pleasant chatting almost convinced the brunette that things were back to normal. Eventually, time ran out and they had to leave. She gave a hug to Harry and shook Ron's hand. Putting her arms around the buffoon was not something she wanted to do anymore.

"Catch you later, Hermione." Ron said before a smirk graced his face. Looks like he hasn't given up. Hermione smiled.

This will make it all the more sweeter.

Hermione was about to exit the establishment when her legs lost the strength to hold her up.

No.

Rosmerta and a few other patrons looked as Hermione continued to tremble on the floor, sweating like she had a fever. The inn owner began to walk towards Hermione when she put a hand up.

"I'm okay." She gritted out while trying to keep her voice even.

"Hermione? Do you want me to help you to Poppy?" Rosmerta was worried obviously and tried to take another step closer.

All Rosmerta heard was a bit of mumbling before Hermione apparated away.

It vaguely sounded like 'that bitch.'

Bellatrix was bored as fuck. It had been barely two weeks since her reversion into her fifteen year old body and there was absolutely nothing to do. The dark witch was happy and really couldn't believe her youth was truly restored, but that didn't change the fact that she was bored to death.

She trusted her little witch's plan, but didn't think it would be this in depth. Jumping through time and playing around with forces like toys? It looked like the time limbo she was stuck in changed her. Hermione was pretty and all before with that air of innocence, but now? She was downright sexy with that slightly dark aura permeating through.

Too bad she couldn't say the same for herself at the moment.

The dark witch cupped her breasts. "Fucking Morgana, I'm sure I had some tits at this age!" Could time spells actually stall the growth of her chest? Was that a thing?!

Bellatrix was still pretty sure she had a twat and wasn't growing any appendage or turning in a man at least.

She was sure. She checked under her robes again.

Yep. Twat.

She still had yet to think about good revenge. Some were already in place against the smartest witch of modern time, but it still wasn't enough. Most her acts of revenge were things that Hermione liked anyway. Closet masochist.

Oh well. Time should be right. The dark witch cackled a little bit while activating a spell then layed back on the armchair to await the results.

Both of them had to visit the hag soon to start her reintegration. Going straight to the Ministry would just cause too much racket. They needed Minerva's help to soften the blow and buy enough time for people to know her before the newspapers got wind of her.

Slowing down the inevitable shit storm.

It was going to be a huge clusterfuck in the end. People would rage, some would praise and a lot probably wouldn't care much, but she would be in the middle of it all. Well, she did like an audience.

Things are going to get fun... or really annoying.

An apparating sound brought her out of her thoughts. Hermione appeared on the ground still sweating and gritting her teeth.

"You bitch!"

"I'm glad you came, Hermione." Bellatrix died of laughter and nearly fell to her side. Her joke or pun was so stupid that it just cracked her up.

The dark witch continued to laugh till she was bound again. It was avoidable. She could have bound Hermione to the table or something, but she'd let her little mudbaby have some fun too. What's the worst she could do?

As soon as her tears of laughter cleared up. She could see Hermione casting something. Uh oh.

"Do you know how many people saw what happened to me? If I wasn't wearing my robes, there would probably be a puddle at Rosmerta's tavern!" Moderately pissed off.

"Come on, luv, it was a harmless joke! I even made sure Potter and the weasel were gone!" She really did. She wouldn't be that harsh to her witch.

"I know we've fooled around a lot after your body was restored to fifteen, but we haven't done anything really hard." Uh oh. Hermione voice had some humor in it now. Bellatrix knew she was going to be screwed somehow.

Then, the dark witch saw it.

Shite!

"Luv, that might be a tad too much." Bellatrix would be fine taking what Hermione had conjured up with her old body, but with this re-virginized body?

"Luv! We have that meeting with the old hag tomorrow!" Shite. She would be limping at this rate!

"Oh, don't worry, little witch, it'll be fine." Hermione smirked moving over with her flailing appendage. The brunette was really starting to gain a dark side.

Hermione freely getting reacquainted with her body was going to leave her sore as hell tomorrow. She was giving the brunette way too much leeway, but she would have her revenge.

Bellatrix Black always had her revenge.

For now though, it seemed as if Hermione wasn't leaving any place untouched.

Fuck!

AN: I'm actually posting it at a normal time this time since I feel asleep. Thank you for all the feedback! All the feedback really helps in molding the future chapters!

Bella has now been revitalized, but I guess she missed the age mark as well as a few other assets. How will Bella be reintegrated? Will people actually believe their BS story?! Heck, I don't know either. Bella's fifteen and Hermione's nineteen, well, that's their technical age.

Well, we're back at the present, so this ends the Time-Turner Arc. Yes, I kind of have arcs? But not really? The story is one-third done I think? I'm not sure really, thinking up stuff on the fly too.

More friends and foes will be coming soon!

Questions, concerns, constructive criticism, grammar issues and suggestions are all appreciated!