A Dance Through Thyme [Harry Potter]

There are no strangers here; only friends you haven't met. An unknown man sends Hermione back to the Marauder's Era as revenge, however, the consequences are far more disastrous than what even he imagines when Hermione loses her memory of the past. Why did that man do this to her, and what secrets will be spilled? Who is the guilty party?


14. Chapter 13: Erschaffen



“It does not even need saying. I’m sure that you all are aware of what is happening outside the walls of Hogwarts that is concerning Voldemort.”

James could feel Lily stiffen beside him as Dumbledore said that name aloud. He often admired Dumbledore for his audacity with using the name that so many others were afraid of. However, the fact that his Lily was one of those people only made James internally scowl.

He reached his fingers over slightly so that they tickled the palm of Lily’s hand, before feeling a slight surge of satisfaction roll through him as she unclenched her fingers and allowed him to hold her hand.

“Therefore,” Dumbledore continued, “I urge you all to be extra vigilant when patrolling the school during your rounds. If you have any doubts or concerns, please do not hesitate that you contact your Head of House immediately. We want to ensure that Hogwarts remains the safe place it has always been for students.”

Dumbledore was met with several nodding heads from each of the prefects, and the head boy and girl, respectively.

“In that case, I bid you all a good evening. You may return to your dormitories.”

With his hand still firmly intertwined with Lily’s, James swivelled on the spot to escort her back to Gryffindor tower, however, before he could even take a step forward, Dumbledore’s voice stopped him.

“Except you, Mr Potter. May I have a word with you, privately?”

“Err... yeah... I suppose that’s okay.”

He looked at Lily who nodded towards him, but not without a perplexed look covering her face.

“Go ahead,” she encouraged him before dropping his hand gently to his side. James could not help but notice Dumbledore’s gaze drop ever so slightly to accommodate their now unclasped hands.

“That,” said Dumbledore rather shrewdly, “is a recent occurrence.”

James let an embarrassed smile fall onto his mouth. Lily had finally said that she would go to Hogsmeade with him over the previous weekend. To the astonishment of James, she had admitted to having a good time whilst there with him.

“We’re not exactly together,” said James slowly, not knowing how to navigate this conversation with his Headmaster.

He felt head suffuse his cheeks as he looked Dumbledore in the eye, only to be greeted with a discreet wink. He quickly pivoted himself on the spot, eyes seeking out the door to make sure that Lily had not been privy to that exchange. Thankfully, the door had been shut tight, and Lily was nowhere to be seen.

“Now, I am aware that you have been paying regular visits to Miss Granger, up on the seventh floor.”

“Yes...” replied James slowly, unsure of where the conversation was heading, and therefore not willing to give away too much information. Dumbledore, however, continued to speak despite James’ lack of participation in the conversation.

“You have encouraged several others to do the same. Correct?”

“Well, ‘encourage’ seems like a bit of a strong word to use,” was his reply, to which Dumbledore chuckled.

“I assure you Mr Potter, that I am not in any way angry or upset with you divulging this information to your friends, however, I implore you to ensure that it does not spread any further. I trust you understand that this includes Miss Evans as well. She is a shrewd learner, and I do not wish to underestimate her abilities in this case. Therefore, it is imperative that she does not know.”

“Yes, sir,” said James, despite the unsettled feeling in his stomach that he was sure was related to the thought that he had to keep a vital piece of information away from Lily.

“Thank you, you may return to your dormitory.”



Hermione could not help the giggle that effervesced from within her, despite her frustration.

“Just be patient and I will let you know exactly what I am up to. Stand still so I can tie this blindfold properly. I keep getting your hair caught in the knot.”

“Oh, so you are up to something?”

Even though Hermione could no longer see him, owing to the blindfold, she still put her hands to her hips and turned to the direction she was sure that he was standing in.

“Ok, I’ll take it that the blindfold is working because I’m not actually standing there anymore,” Remus chuckled before rummaging around in the bag he had brought with him.

“I’m going to put a cloak over you now, so stop wiggling around so much.”

Hermione stood as still as her frustration and excitement would allow her. Remus had insisted on another surprise date. The fact that the date was occurring was not a surprise – they had been having weekly dates every Friday afternoon, after Remus had finished class – however, he had adamantly refused to tell her what they were doing for this particular date.

“Fine,” Hermione sighed before acquiescing.

She felt a cool breeze settle on her shoulders as Remus swung the cloak over to cover her body.

“I understand the purpose of the blindfold, but why do I need a cloak?” Hermione could not help but asked as she fished around for clues in his answer.

“You’ll find out in just a couple of minutes, let me grab my bag, and we can get started.”

Hermione could hear the gentle clunks of school books being tossed around in Remus’ bag, before she felt his arm snake around her shoulders and guide her around the room. He muttered a few words under his breath, and Hermione felt a gust of cool air hit her face as what she supposed was the door swinging open.

She felt her jaw drop slightly towards the floor.

“You’re not taking me outside, are you?”

“Ha ha, sometimes you are too smart for your own good Hermione.”

“Now that I know what it is, can I take the blindfold off?” she asked hopefully.

“Nope!” replied Remus, popping the ‘p’.

Hermione grumbled slightly, but allowed herself to be escorted out of the room.

Together, they meandered down corridors which Hermione tried to remember from when James and Professor Dumbledore had first brought her to the Room of Requirement, however she found that too much time seemed to have passed, and she couldn’t remember an awful lot about how to get to and from the Room of Requirement.

With Remus gently murmuring directions into her ear, Hermione successfully managed to navigate the dozens of staircases and passageways between the seventh floor and the front doors of the castle without crashing into anything or tripping over her own feet. She viewed this as a great success.

“You’re doing great,” Hermione felt Remus’ arm curl itself even more firmly around her waist. She could smell the warm spring air before she could feel the warmth of the sun against her, and it smelled absolutely divine.

The sweet smell of grass rose up from the ground as she walked over it, gently crushing the blades underneath her feet. From the distance she could smell the water from a lake, and hear the small, gentle waves as they broke on the shore.

“It feels so good to be out of that Room. I didn’t realise how stuffy it was...” she trailed off inhaling another great lungful of air before exhaling slowly out of her mouth.

“You do know that now you’ve got me outside, you’re never going to get me back inside,” she said to Remus.

Feeling the gentle vibrations of his chuckles against her side, she sensed his arm lift towards her, and in one swift movement she felt the cloak lift from her shoulders.

“I’ll deal with that later when the moment comes. Right now, I think it’s safe to take your blindfold off.”

A second later, she felt her eyes pucker up and squint at the brightness of the sun.

“I have to admit that I was going to give in and bring you out here last week, but the weather was terrible. As you can tell, there has been a slight improvement, and we can actually see the sun for the first time in about ten days.”

“It’s beautiful, thank you,” she replied balancing herself on the tips of her toes in order to press her lips against him.

“I have to admit. I brought you over to a very secluded part of the grounds, and we don’t actually have all that much time here either. Students aren’t allowed out onto the grounds after dark, and it took a little longer than expected to get down here.”

“That’s ok,” Hermione sighed contentedly. All the pressures of the previous few weeks and months seemed to lift from her shoulders as she and Remus wandered around admiring the scenery.

“That’s the gamekeeper’s hut over there. Hagrid’s alright, but never, I repeat never eat any of his food. You’ll break your all your teeth trying. Oh... it looks like he’s got the pumpkins already growing for the Halloween feast in October. Shame we won’t be here for it.”

Hermione’s eyes bulged out of their sockets.

“I’m pretty sure those are the biggest pumpkins I’ve ever seen in my life. Can we get closer to go and have a quick look at them?”

Remus shrugged.

“Sure, I don’t see why not.”

They walked themselves up towards Hagrid’s enormous vegetable patch, admiring all the fruits and vegetables grown to enormous proportions in order to feed the ever-growing number of students.

Feeling incredibly calm and at peace with the world, Hermione bent over various plants, and felt the texture of the odd leaf, and sniffed at another. Happy to let her roam around and relax, Remus sat to the side and took great pleasure in simply observing Hermione.

That was, until he saw her body turn completely rigid after rubbing one of the herbs between her fingers before gently putting it up to her nose to sniff it.

“Hermione!” he called out, immediately rushing over to her be by her side. “Hermione, what’s wrong?”

Her eyes rolled back into her head, and her body went completely slack in his arms.

He carefully lowered her down to the ground before pulling out his wand, and using a levitating spell to carry her back up to the castle.


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