In Perpetuum [Harry Potter]

COMPLETED: Harry Potter Fanfiction. Hermione is sent back in time to the Marauder's Era. What will happen when she does not have Harry around to provide information and clues about Voldemort? Some Lily/James, Remus/OC.


33. Causa Concilium






"Can you hold onto this for a second? I just have to run over and ask Denison Frisby some stuff about Quidditch practice"

James thrust the yellowed parchment across to Hermione before he shot off towards the other end of the Common Room.

For the sake of curiosity, Hermione opened up the parchment.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

Hermione sat at the spindly-legged table that she was doing her homework on, occasionally making notes on her moon chart for Astronomy, but mostly staring aimlessly at the map in front of her.

She notices Dumbledore's dot moving backwards and forwards over the confines of his Study. He was pacing again.

She spied a group of third-year Slytherin's trying to sneak into the kitchens. She sniggered as she saw that the Head Girl, a no-nonsense kind of Ravenclaw girl, was walking towards them, apparently doing her rounds.

Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione saw something unusual. It was 'Peter, and he was on the seventh floor of the castle.

His dot suddenly vanished. Hermione's eyes bulged out of her head in shock.

He couldn't have...

"I'm back; I can have the Map back now."

Hermione was startled out of her reverie. James had begun to pull the parchment from Hermione's hands when she clamped her own hands down on it.

"Err...actually James, could I keep it for a bit? I think I might need your special cloak as well. I have just remembered something that I need to do."

"Ummm...Hermione, are you feeling alright? You've gone really pale."

James took in Hermione's wide eyes and clenched jaw.

"Perfectly fine, now, can I have the cloak or not?"

"Sure," said James hesitantly, wondering if he really should comply to her request, "I'll go grab it."

James jogged up the stairs to his dorm and returned several minutes later with his carefully folded cloak of invisibility. Hermione had just finished packing up her books and other belongings. She was waiting patiently by the portrait hole.

"Thanks," she said rather hurriedly, punctuating her gratitude with a kiss on his cheek, "you're the best brother."

James would usually have paid more attention to the fact that someone has given him a compliment, but he was genuinely worried about his sister's vagueness.


As soon as Hermione exited the Gryffindor common room she checked the hallways to make sure that no one was about.

She slipped the cloak over herself and lit her wand. There was some light in the hallways, but she did not want to risk tripping on anything, and give herself away.

She did not need the map to find her way to where Peter was. She knew her way up there very well. However, she would occasionally check it to see whether Peter had decided to re-appear on the map.

Just across from the room of requirement, she noticed two names that she recognised: Avery and Goyle. Both Avery and Goyle had tendencies towards the idealism of the Death Eaters. In fact, if they knew that Hermione was indeed a muggleborn, she would have been viciously bullied. Sally Meadowes, a girl who had been in their year had already been admitted to St. Mungo's on more than one occasion.

Avery and Goyle, were more often than not accompanied by none other than Marius Crabbe. Hermione did not see his name on the map either.

Hermione stopped on the side of one of the corridors and shone her wand light on the opened map. She looked over it, focusing mostly on the Slytherin Common Room.

During her years at Hogwarts, Hermione had made it a point to learn the names and faces of both actual and potential Death Eaters. She took a mental roll-call of these names on the map tonight. Almost each and every one of them was absent, along with the already known to be absent, Peter.

Could it be possible that they were all gathered in the one place?

Hermione felt her insides drop out from beneath her as she realised that there was no other plausible explanation. People did not vanish into thin air for no reason. Death Eaters were meeting and potentially plotting inside the walls of Hogwarts. The walls had been heavily infiltrated by the enemy and they were probably planning for their downfall from within.

Hermione was at a loss as to what to do with this new revelation.

Her first instinct was to let Dumbledore know, and have him put a stop to their meetings. However, she eventually decided that it would be more prudent to take note of who was present at the meetings.

Hermione checked her bearings in relation to the Room of Requirement. She was positive that they were in there. The room had the potential to be un-plottable, would therefore not be on the map, and it would explain for the sudden disappearance of a large number of Slytherin students who also happened to be Death Eaters. She made sure that she would not be in the path of any of the offending students as they back down to their common room.

She sat down on the hard stone floor behind a suit of armour, making herself comfortable. She waited, and waited and waited some more, wishing that she had brought something with her to read.

The floor beneath her was very cold and the thin folds of the invisibility cloak did nothing to insulate her from the cold, no matter how much she tried to shrug into it.

Hermione had set the map before her and was watching for any disturbances. It must have been getting late because she noticed that most of the students were going to, or already in bed.

After what seemed like hours of waiting, Hermione noticed some names on the map. They were popping up like bubbles in the seventh-floor corridor around about where the Room of Requirement was. Each and every one of them was heavily influenced by the dark arts, and each was a bona fide Death Eater.

At long last Peter emerged, and Hermione's heart sank towards the ground. He was already one of them. Peter Pettigrew was indeed a Death Eater.


Feeling very weary, Hermione trudged herself back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Her mind was spinning so much that she could hardly think clearly. She counted herself lucky that she had the skill of getting back to the common room with her eyes closed if she needed to.

Upon climbing through the portrait hole, Hermione saw that Sirius was laying on one of the squishy sofas. He had had to curl up in a funny position in order to be able to fit onto it, oddly enough, resembling a dog.

As Hermione tip-toed over she could just about make out the light snoring of James who was lying on the sofa opposite.

Hermione crouched on the side of the sofa and placed a hand on Sirius' shoulder, meaning to wake him up. He did not move an inch. Despite her exhaustion, Hermione had a flash of inspiration and she lowered her lips onto his.

It was a moment before she felt Sirius' lips twitch under hers, but he was quick to catch on to what was happening, and he deepened the kiss.

"Hey," said Sirius after Hermione had pulled away.

"Hey yourself," said Hermione as she pushed his hair away from his face so that she had a better view of it.

"Why are you guys sprawled out here like this?"

Sirius tried to rub the tiredness away from his eyes to no avail.

"We were working on our animagus stuff. We are so close. I am not quite sure what animal I am, but whatever it is, it has a tail. It's just so exhausting. I guess that's the reason why we fell asleep here."

Despite their mutual tiredness, Hermione could not help but make light of the situation. She smiled widely as she spoke.

"Are you sure that you didn't stay up to wait for me?"

"I'm always waiting around for you babe," Sirius teased back.

Hermione hit him across the shoulder playfully.

"By the way, you haven't seen or heard from Peter tonight, have you?"

"Nope," Hermione lied as she adopted what she hoped was a look of nonchalance and mild curiosity.

"Hmmm..that's strange," said Sirius shrugging slightly, "he disappeared after dinner and we haven't seen him since."

"That is strange," conceded Hermione, "Where's Remus?"

"He's ill," said Sirius with a knowing look at Hermione.

Hermione nodded in understanding while Sirius removed his shoe. He lobbed it over at James' still sleeping frame.

"Whazz gonna on?" slurred James as the shoe came into contact with his stomach region.

Hermione reluctantly giggled.

"Night guys," she said still smirking.

"I love you and I'll see you in the morning," she added to Sirius as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

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