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.


35. Delere




Hermione had just finished attaching the scroll of parchment to the school's owl when she heard a shuffle of footsteps behind her.

She turned to find Estrella stamping the snow from her boots. The stone stairs here were very slippery and could turn deadly without a moment's notice.

"Snow's come early this year," she grinned at Hermione, "It's barely winter and there's plenty out there for a decent snowball fight."

"I kind of like it. It brings the promise of a white Christmas. I love white Christmas'. They remind me of my childhood," said Hermione, careful not to mention that it was not the magical childhood she had experienced, but rather the muggle one that she also remembered.

"Yeah," conceded Estrella, "who are you sending the letter off to then?"

"My parents," replied Hermione, "I'm just letting them know that I'll be spending Christmas here this year instead of at home."

"Are you really?" questioned Estrella with slight disbelief, "Why are you doing that? Christmas at your place is the best, your folks are cool with just about anything!"

"Yeah, I guess," said Hermione slowly, "but this year is OWLs year and I would love to use the extra time to study."

"Suit yourself," said Estrella as she scanned the room for an owl to deliver her own mail. She attached the letter in silence and waved a goodbye to Hermione as she left the Owlery.

Despite the extreme cold, Hermione hung around on her own, petting some of the more friendly owls. She contemplated the answers she had given to her friend about the reason she was staying at Hogwarts over the Christmas break. Of course, Hermione did have some study in mind, but it had very little to do with her OWL examinations.

What she would really be doing is helping Dumbledore find and destroy horcruxs. It was the perfect time as many of the teachers and students would not be around to interfere.

Lord Voldemort was getting stronger and stronger by the minute. People were disappearing every other day, and every so often a student would be taken out of class to find out that a family member had disappeared, or been found with traces of dark magic tainting their tortured body.

These students often did not return back to school. Some did, but it was clear that something had really changed within them.

It was at times like this that Hermione felt blessed that she was considered of pure blood. Even if the family did not believe in the dark arts, their 'status' kept them safe and alive.

Hermione counted herself lucky that it was Sirius and James that had found her. It was not until a couple of years after she had turned up at Potter Manor that the full story of her arrival was explained to her.

James and Sirius had spent the afternoon in a nearby field outside of the Estate, and were just about to leave when they spotted the body of a young girl in the bushes. She looked to be about their age, only she had a wand.

James supposed that it was a girl who had stolen a parent's wand and done accidental magic that led to her being hurt. Sirius, who had been brought up in the Black household, with all their prejudices, thought otherwise. He knew the unmistakable signs of dark magic when he saw them thanks to his 'delightful' cousin Bellatrix.

He knew that they had to get her out of here fast, and get some help, otherwise she might not have made it.

Hermione had never forgotten this fact, and was eternally grateful to Sirius, because by acting quickly he had saved her life.


"Sir, this is hopeless!" cried Hermione, cradling her head in her hands.

"Maybe the Cup is lost, just like the diadem. Maybe we'll never find it. Maybe it's hidden and we are not supposed to find it!"

Despite the slightly unhinged route Hermione had taken with her questioning, ranting and raving, something in her mind snagged onto the word 'hidden'. It was almost as though Harry were speaking to her, his voice echoing through time.

"We need to find the place where everything is hidden"

"Where is the place where things are hidden?" questioned Dumbledore.

Hermione jumped at the sudden intrusion of her headmaster's voice. She had not realised that she had spoken aloud.

"The place where things are hidden! How could I have been so stupid?" she cried aloud repeatedly hitting her forehead with the heel of her hand.

"What is it Miss Potter?"

"The Room of Requirement," said Hermione as though she were speaking to a very simple person.

"I beg your pardon Miss Potter, a great deal more explanation is required as to what is going on in that well-trained, but completely elusive head of yours."

"Sorry professor," said Hermione humbly.

"The Room of Requirement is the room that I spoke to you about before. It is where those Slytherin students were meeting over the course of the year. It is the room that can give you almost everything that you could ever need or want."

"Almost," questioned Dumbledore, blue eyes staring as though they were peering straight through Hermione.

"Yes," replied Hermione, "almost. It can not provide food or any of the other exceptions to Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration."

"Yes, of course," said Dumbledore, "I am assuming that you think a horcrux is hidden in that room."

"Not just that one," said Hermione excitedly, "If I'm correct, and I am almost certain that I am, we may be able to destroy two horcruxs tonight."

Dumbledore stood from his seat, and with his back to Hermione, he removed the sword of Gryffindor from its case.

Hermione opened and held out her beaded bag whilst Dumbledore slipped the sword inside. She had taken to bringing it to all her meetings with Dumbledore as it still contained anything that they could possibly need should a quick escape be required.

"Miss Potter, if you could kindly lead me over to the magnificent Room of Requirement we can get started."

Hermione immediately jumped up from the Chintz chair that she was seated on, and crossed the floor of Dumbledore's office in several quick strides. Dumbledore followed closely behind.

Being the Christmas holidays, there was nobody about on their journey to the seventh-floor.

Despite this, they did come across Professor Flitwick in one of the corridors. He looked from the headmaster to Hermione with curiosity, however, he and the other teachers had long since learned that it was better not to question the actions of the headmaster.

At long last, Hermione and Dumbledore reached the bare patch of wall opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy.

Hermione began to pace in front of it with Dumbledore following closely behind.

"I need the place where everything is hidden. I need the place where everything is hidden. I need the place where everything is hidden."

The great oak door slowly began to materialise before their very eyes. Hermione pushed herself forwards and let herself into the room.

She was greeted by a mess that was remarkably similar to the one that would potentially be there in the future.

Hermione and the headmaster each went their separate ways after Hermione had explained that they were no longer just searching for Helga Hufflepuff's cup, but also Ravenclaw's lost Diadem, sitting on an old stone bust.

If Dumbledore was surprised, he did not show it, and he merely followed his pupils instructions', agreeing to send up red sparks should he find either of the horcruxs.

Hermione dug through piles of abandoned textbooks and fanged Frisbees (some of which tried to take a chunk out of her arm as she reached in). All manner of clothes and robes were disturbed as they were pulled from their dwellings and placed onto precariously balancing hatstands.

She was fishing out a few broken bottles from a bucket when she saw the red sparks shoot up into the air.

Hermione ran at full pelt in the direction of the sparks. Fortunately for her, she did not have very far to run. Dumbledore was only in the next aisle.

Her eyes were wide in anticipation, and she gripped her wand tightly as she held it out in front of her. It was almost as though she expected the horcrux to attack her at any moment.

Dumbledore was holding the cup by the handle. It was hanging in between the pinch of two fingers from his outstretched hand. A look of pure disgust coloured his face.

"I suppose this is what we are searching for, Miss Potter."

Hermione swallowed her own distaste at the object and nodded.

From the beaded bag at her side she pulled out the Sword of Gryffindor, and raised it above her head.

She motioned for Dumbledore to drop the object and move away.

All manner of emotions bubbled up inside Hermione in the moments before she destroyed the horcrux. She remembered the sacrifices that she had made with Ron and Harry to get the cup the first time around.

It all felt like such a waste. All the effort and time they had put into finding those horcruxs. Ron and Hermione had sacrificed more than just their magical education to follow Harry. They had given him their happiness, peace and any sense of security they had, their friendship and love, and above all, they had almost had to give their very lives.

Despite all she had given up, here she was. She was doing it all again.

Only this was not just a potion's essay that she was re-writing for them. She was re-writing their very lives so that they would be able to lead the lives that they chose. So that they could have the freedom that she never did.

It was with enormous power and passion that Hermione took a run up towards the cup and plunged the basilisk-venom imbued sword into the horcrux.

She and Dumbledore heard a long, drawn-out wail of pain before the room began to spin.

The objects around her now moved in circles, faster and faster, as though she was stuck in the middle of maelstrom. Very quickly the blur faded to black and the last thing that Hermione felt was Dumbledore's hand catching her head at the neck before it hit the ground.


Hermione could hear the buzzing of voices around her. She felt very warm and comfortable, as if she were on a bed of feathers. However, when she tried to move her arms she found that they were constricted by her sides.

Slowly she opened her eyes, and allowed them to adjust to the bright light of the room.

She tried to pull her arms out of their constraints so that she could pull herself up in what was apparent to be a bed, but a warm hand gently pushed her back down into the softness.

Hermione turned her head to see who had touched her, and she was greeted by Ma's kind face.

"Ma? Where am I?"

"Calm down lovey, you're only in the Hospital Wing," Ma replied with a reassuring smile on her face.

Despite the smile, Hermione observed the lines of tension around her adoptive mother's eyes and mouth. She had the look of someone who had been up half the night, worrying.

"Why am I here in the hospital wing? I was with Dumbledore, why am I here now?"

Ma's face tensed up at this, as though she did not want Hermione to hear what she was about the tell her.

Ma leaned in and whispered to Hermione so that if anybody happened to be in the room, they would not be able to hear her.

"Love, you were with Dumbledore. He explained some of it to me. He said that you were destroying a particular object: a cup; and he told me that this object attacked you. Fortunately the effects of the object did not last long, but you've been out for a couple of hours."

"I fainted?" questioned Hermione, "It was powerful enough to do that?"

Hermione looked up worriedly at Dorea. However, Dorea quickly headed her off before she could work herself up too much. She still needed to rest.

"Don't work yourself up into a state, Hermione. Goodness knows I've been worried enough for you. But you are here and you are safe. All will be well."

Dorea put her arms around Hermione and enveloped her in a hug. Hermione instantly felt the pangs of remorse in her stomach. She put her own arms around Ma to complete the hug.

"I'm so sorry Ma. I never wanted to worry you. I love you so much, I never want you to worry about me doing all this. I am doing it so that you'll never have to worry again."

"I love you too Hermione, you are the daughter I always dreamed of and more. I know why you are doing whatever it is you are doing, and I know the danger involved. But a mother can not help but worry for her children."

Tears sprung to Hermione's eyes as she heard Ma call her a daughter.

Although Hermione had never planned for it to happen, she had become a Potter. She had unexpectedly come into this already established family and muddled up their lives in the most dangerous ways possible, yet they still embraced her into their hearts, and their family with open arms.

Hermione slowly pulled away from the hug. She drifted back slowly towards the pillows, intending to sleep and get a little more rest. However, she still did not quite feel right.

Before her head had a chance to hit the pillows, Ma's voice interrupted her.

"Before you go back to sleep Hermione, Dumbledore asked me to pass on a message."

Hermione's ears instantly pricked up at this.

"He told me to tell you that he has sorted out both of the problems, whatever that means."

A brief smile played on Hermione's lips as she lay her head back down on the pillows and fell asleep.

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