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.


17. Verum aut audes




The journey on the Hogwarts Express was not as eventful as it have been the previous year, however, everyone present was keenly reminded of the sting of Hermione's anger. Those in second year and above stayed away. As a result, the Marauders and Hermione had no trouble finding a compartment to themselves for the duration of the trip.

The students disembarked the train to the usual cries of "Firs' years!"

They waved their quick hello to a thoroughly occupied Hagrid, and continued up to the carriages. Hermione was perfectly capable of seeing the thestrals, and had done so since she had started at Hogwarts this time around. However, she made no comment when the others questioned the existence of a carriage that could pull itself. Although it had technically been some time since the battle, the wounds were still barely healed and one wrong move would cause the metaphorical blood to flow anew.

Hermione walked up the front stairs of Hogwarts unaccompanied. This was due to the fact that brother and his friends were deeply engrossed in a conversation on whether it was necessary to put a bedazzling hex on the Map. Remus was arguing that it would be more prudent to wait until the map was completed before protective enchantments were placed on it, however, James being James, was strongly opposed to any sensible idea.

They had made some progress on the Map during the holidays and had successfully drawn some of the larger, more obvious sections of the castle and grounds.

They aimed to have the physical drawing of the castle complete by Christmas. This would allow them to use the Potter Library to look for magic that would track individuals in the castle and grounds.

Hogwarts library only had books such as these in the restricted section which was, believe it or not, restricted and hence unavailable for such endeavours.

Hermione had helped them locate several secrete passageways in this time and had also pointed out where several staircases ended up after they had moved.

All in all, they had spent a full, rather productive year, on the Map and they remained on the right track. All was well in that department, at least.

Hermione was shocked out of her ruminations by a hand clamping down on her shoulder. Nearly jumping out of her skin at this, she heard a familiar bark of laughter as she turned to face Sirius. About the shout at him for scaring her, he headed her off early by holding up a book.

"You forgot this on the train," he said with a smile still plastered across his face.

"Twenty Ways to Time Travel," he read from the cover before turning to Hermione, "Why are you always reading books about Time Travel?"

Hermione had been anticipating a number of questions similar to this for some time and had an answer prepared for just such an occasion.

"I'm just interested in the possibility of it. I mean, wouldn't you like to go back in time, even for just a little while?"

"I guess," he replied with a twist of his mouth, "but I don't go reading up on how to do it. I would much rather live in the present. Live for now."

Hermione nodded at him.

"A wise philosophy, Sirius, especially from one so juvenile."


After Sirius' initial consternation, they chattered on about inconsequential matters as they advanced to the Great Hall, continuing all through the feast and again as they were walking towards Gryffindor Tower, up until it came time to move into their separate dormitories.

Hermione found that Sirius was rather easy to have a conversation with. He was patient, willing to listen and knowledgeable about a host of subjects. He was also exceptionally congenial (towards most), nobody could not like him (Snape was the exception), Hermione especially.

She bid him goodnight and scaled the staircase to the girls' dormitory to greet the Gryffindor Girls in her year.


"Truth or dare? Come on Hermione, which do you pick? Truth or dare?"

Hermione paused for a moment before answering Alice's question, carefully weighing up the pros and cons of her decision.


"Ok then...hmmmm...have you ever kissed a boy and if so, we want all the juicy details!"

Hermione briefly faltered as an image of Ron formed in her mind.

She had grown accustomed to the random memories of her past life suddenly swarm up in from of her in her present life. Although there were moments when she was reminded of truly horrific things, it was mostly a comfort to her to see those faces. So, she had very little qualms about answering 'yes' to Alice's question.

The other girls giggled.

"And then what?" piped up Heloise.

"Well – it was kind of awkward and embarrassing because it was in front of someone else, but it's all ok because I haven't really seen him since then."

"Anyone we know?" inquired Lily from her place at the edge of her bed. Hermione had come to quite like Lily over the last couple of years; however she was very aware that Lily had a wit as sharp as a scalpel and she could cut through you twice as fast if you gave her the opportunity.

"No, I don't think you know him. He's not from around here."

"Ooooh!" chanted the girls, "a foreigner?"

Hermione did her best to answer all their questions – their game forgotten.

The girls with which Hermione shared her room were a dichotomy that confused her to no end. Often times there would be moments where their ability and insight into a matter had astounded Hermione into believing they were much older than they really were. It was also in moments like this, where they were sprawled out in various positions over the room, playing games like 'Truth or dare' where Hermione could see how vulnerable and small they really were.

Adolescence had only just begun. Hormones were about to effervesce into anything from silent tantrums to full blown shouting matches for those brave enough to tackle the repercussions of Professor McGonagall.

Hermione did not look forward to these moments. Hermione's mind was once again snapped from its thoughts.

"James is pretty good looking," Estrella giggled.

"I don't know. I wouldn't mind a piece of Sirius Black," Heloise babbled on.

Inexplicably a wave of jealously tore over Hermione. It bubbled up from the tips of her toes, through her legs and torso, up through her oesophagus and into her mouth where it emerged as a snort.

Heloise looked over at Hermione who was now making spluttering noises at the back of her throat.

"Are you suggesting that you wouldn't go for Sirius?"

"He is permanently attached to my brother. It's all a bit incestuous and weird, don't you think?"

"Well, yes," conceded Alice, "but if I were you, I would think of it as easy access."

"You're one to talk!" smirked Hermione, "Don't you have a thing for Frank Longbottom?"

"It's more than just a thing. He asked me out for our first Hogsmeade weekend."

There were several gasps coming from around the room, including Hermione.

She had forgotten that there was a Hogsmeade weekend scheduled. It had completely slipped under her radar owing to the fact that she had been otherwise occupied, namely with Voldemort.

"You kept that quiet," Lily smirked at her friend.

Hermione smiled inwardly at this; however to Alice she said, "When were you going to think about telling us about this?"

Alice blushed a deep pink before continuing in a small voice.

"Well he only asked me yesterday after Potions. I was still upset about how I ruined my potion and he was really nice He said it wasn't all that bad and that it didn't matter. There is more to life than being able to brew potions. Then he asked me."

At the end of her little speech, the other girls broke from their shocked trance and began to giggle.

Hermione merely smiled. She was inordinately please that this part of her future was coming to the fore. With a bit of extra careful planning, Harry would not be the only one to grow up with his parents.

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