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?


15. Chapter 14: Verschwunden



Remus watched with wide eyes as Hermione hand shakily reached for the cup of water. He was immediately at her side, propping the pillows up behind her in the bed so that she could sit up and take a sip.

Her face was pale and drawn, so much so that it made her brown eyes seem almost black in contrast. She handed the cup back to Remus after drinking a small amount, and sank back down into the yielding surface of the bed.

"You don't have to stay," she said to Remus in a quiet voice as she closed her eyes.

"I know that I should probably get back to the others, but I want to stay here with you."

He reached just slightly under the sheets, seeking out her hand with his.

"You looked after me when I wasn't well, and I want to return the favour."

Hermione smiled, letting out a small sigh of contentment through her slightly opened lips. She could feel her body relax as Remus' other arm rested just above her head so that he could run his fingers through her curls. The fingers of his first hand remained firmly locked around her fingers as his thumb made gentle circles across the top of the hand which he held.

A brisk clacking sound could be heard before the dividers shielding their privacy were pulled apart to reveal Madam Pomfrey. She looked ready to attack any person who had dared set foot near her patient, but her face immediately softened when she saw that it was Remus. It took on an expression of what Remus could only describe as pity when she spoke to him.

"Mr Lupin, I will have to ask you to leave for a few moments. Professor Dumbledore would like to speak with Hermione."

Hearing this, Hermione opened her eyes and propped herself up against the pillows once more.

"Remus can stay," she said to Madam Pomfrey as she tightened her grip on his hand.

Shaking her head slightly, she moved to the side so that the dignified form of Professor Dumbledore would be able to pass.

"Hello Miss Granger, Mr Lupin," Dumbledore said as he inclined his head towards them slightly. "I believe that you wished to speak to me."

Hermione nodded her head with fervour, a burst of energy having pervaded her body when she saw the Headmaster. She would finally be able to speak about what happened.

"Yes, well, Remus may have to fill in some of the gaps, because I'm not entirely sure of what happened. All I know is that I remember something. That is, I remember a spell..."

"A spell?" inquired Dumbledore, his snowy eyebrows almost disappearing up towards his silver hairline.

"Yes, the spell that was used to err... bring me here," she said, still not wanting Remus to find out that she had been brought here from what was technically the future.

Dumbledore seemed to understand what she was insinuating, because he pressed no further on this, only asking what the spell was.

"It sounded like tempus narrabo"

"And that is all you remember?" Dumbledore pushed on.

"Yes... unfortunately I don't see any faces, or any other clues that might give away a bit more information. I still don't even know who did it, but the voice did sound rather raspy and masculine," replied Hermione with what sounded to Remus like a defeated tone.

Dumbledore sighed, rubbing his hand through his beard several times.

"Do you remember what you were doing before this? Were there any events which precipitated these sudden recollections?"

"Well, that is where Remus comes in..." Hermione trailed off, looking at her boyfriend as he was sitting at her bedside. "I can't remember what I was doing... well, I do remember that we were out in the grounds, near the gamekeeper's hut... and then, I don't know."

She continued to look at Remus, a helpless expression flooding across her face.

"She was wandering around Hagrid's veggie patch, and then she kind of dropped to the ground... collapsed completely."

"That is quite odd. I don't think I've ever heard of such a thing occurring previously. Is that all you can remember?"

"Yes, sir," replied Hermione and Remus in unison.

Dumbledore nodded, before speaking once more.

"In that case, I shall let you rest or rather I believe Misters Potter and Black are waiting by the door. I have a feeling they may want to visit."

Hermione let out a small chuckle whilst Remus removed some of the dividers and placed them against the wall alongside Hermione's bed to allow more room for their new guests. James and Sirius immediately bounded in with James encompassing Hermione in a gentle hug, unsure of whether or not he might cause injury with his actions.

"It's okay James," Hermione giggled, sensing what he was doing. "I'm not going to break."

"Yeah, I know," replied James before putting his head down slightly and ruffling his hair. "How are you doing?"

"I'm okay," replied Hermione, diligently ignoring the knowing look on James' face. "I think I just need to rest for a little while, and maybe do a bit of reading to pass the time. Perhaps one of you could bring some books down from my room while I am here."

Hermione took this opportunity to look at James, hoping that he would get the hint she was trying to give him. She wanted him to bring her some of the time travel books she had been reading when she had first arrived to Hogwarts. Now that she remembered the spell, she may be able to find something in one of the books which would help her to get back home.


It had been several days since Madam Pomfrey had deemed Hermione healthy enough to be released from the hospital wing. In that time she had diligently begun to re-read some of the more informative books on time travel, however, much to her consternation, she was still yet to find anything which could be of any use.

She was still no closer to getting home when she heard a knock on the door of the Room of Requirement. Remus was due any minute however, he did not bother knocking anymore. A second later the door clicked open and James' head popped through the door.

"Hey, Hermione!"

Hermione moved her head out of the book she was currently invested in to look at James with absolute confusion.

"Hello... I don't mean to be rude, but why are you here? I was expecting Remus to come around."

James let out a small sigh that did not go unnoticed by Hermione.

"I know," he said. "That's why I'm here. He asked me to tell you that he couldn't make it for your date this evening."

"Okay... why not?" asked Hermione, feeling a sense of panic rise within her. "Is he alright? Has something happened?"

"No, nothing's happened," soothed James. "Something has just come up, and he can't make it today."

Hermione was still not entirely convinced by James, and even though she let the matter rest, she could not help but think of all the things which could have possibly gone wrong. These thoughts ranged from detention, to yet another bullying session thanks to Remus' personal bully, Rowle. Detention seemed like the most unlikely option.

"He is alright, isn't he?" Hermione couldn't stop herself from asking once more.

"Yeah, he'll be fine," said James, not liking where this conversation was heading.

"Then why can't you tell me where he is, or what he is doing? You obviously know."

James shook his head at her before answering.

"Don't make me argue with you Hermione..."

"We don't have to argue, you can just tell me why he won't be here. Why won't you just say it?"

James quirked an eyebrow back up at Hermione.

"Why don't you tell him that home for you is a little further than what he thinks... like almost thirty years further..."

Hermione's face immediately darkened at James' response.

"I'm stuck between two of my friends, Hermione, please don't make it harder than what it already is," said James, signalling that if Hermione knew what was good for her, she would stop talking immediately.

As much as Hermione wanted to perpetuate the conversation, she let the matter rest for the moment. It was hardly fair to argue with James when he was only trying to respect the wishes of one of his nearest and dearest friends.

"I'm going to head off. Remus said that he would be around to see you in a couple of days or so," said James, closing the matter once and for all.

Biting her tongue at numerous retorts, Hermione simply waved goodbye to James and attempted to get back to her book.

Hermione did not realise how much she enjoyed her little date nights with Remus until today. Even though James had explicitly told her to let the matter rest, she could not help but think of the reasons why Remus would not be able to see her for a couple of days.

The only thing that kept running backwards and forwards through her mind was the bully. He had been laying low for far too long, and Hermione was almost certain that he had attacked Remus once more. A couple of days was ample time to recover from injuries that may have resulted from it, particularly if he would go and see Madam Pomfrey for a few remedies.

Feeling increasingly restless, Hermione wished that it was safe for her to leave the Room and find out exactly what had been going on.

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