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?

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18. Chapter 17: Unsere Entscheidungen

It Is Our Choices

 

Hermione could hear her shoes gently clicking against the solid stone floor as she made her way through the castle towards Dumbledore's office. It was late in the evening and close to curfew, so she hoped that she wouldn't come across anyone in her travels that might get suspicious. It would perhaps be slightly unnerving to hear the rapid clicks of a person walking, and yet see nobody there.

Now that Hermione had her memory back she was able to navigate her way around the castle exactly as she had as a student. She knew of all the corridors, secret passageways and moving staircases which would get her there the quickest. Despite her fast pace, she was barely short of breath in any way when she finally skidded to a halt in front of the stone gargoyle which guarded the Headmaster's office from unwanted intruders.

Professor Dumbledore had not given her a password this week however; she knew the running theme concerning passwords.

"Sherbert Lemon?" she asked the gargoyle.

He did not move.

"Cockroach cluster? Fizzing Whizbee's?"

Again, the gargoyle did not budge an inch.

"I'm running out of ideas here. Unless the password is something completely random and absurd like Apple Bon Bons, I suggest you move out of the way!" said Hermione in a rather exasperated tone, suddenly jumping back slightly as the stone gargoyle did indeed move out of the way at the words 'apple bon bons'.

Letting out a huff of annoyance, Hermione bolted up the stairs two at a time as they materialised in front of her. Coming in front of the heavy wooden door, she felt fear coursing through her for the first time.

The very moment she had been waiting weeks for was now eventuating, and it came with the kind of feeling that made her fingertips shake, and brow feel moist. She had developed a life here, and had people here who loved her and cared for her.

In the future, she had developed a bit of a romantic relationship with Ron; however the constant disagreements and Ron's propensity to have Hermione do everything for him as his mother had once done, was wearying. She loved Ron, she truly did, but now it had morphed to the love that came with years of friendship and shared experiences. She loved Harry as well, and he loved her in return, but with the same intensity that had always been a part of their friendship.

What else did she have over there?

She had her law enforcement job at the Ministry of Magic. She had an apartment where she lived alone with her plants.

Of course, she had her others friends and her parents, but due to the nature of her spell, would they have even noticed her absence?

More than a few weeks of amnesia had served to emotionally detach Hermione from all of that. She had spent many nights wondering what her old life was like before she remembered its reality. She had imagined having an almost idyllic lifestyle, but now as she stood poised with her hand in the air about to knock on the door to Dumbledore's office, she realised how foolish she had been.

Before she could confuse her thoughts any more, she allowed her hand to make contact with the wood several times.

The door seemed to swing open of its own accord, and Albus Dumbledore's deep voice seemed to resonate from within.

"Come in."

Hermione did as she was bid, walking much slower than what she had to actually get to the office in the first place.

"Hermione, what a pleasant surprise!" exclaimed Dumbledore, his tone much lighter than what it had been previously.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Professor," asked Hermione somewhat cautiously. It was not until she saw Dumbledore in front of her that she realised that he had in fact been dead in her time. Seeing him so healthy and jovial was unnerving to say the least.

"Am I right in guessing that you have something somewhat distressing to speak with me about?" he asked, blue eyes piercing right through Hermione's brown ones.

"Err, yes. That would be correct," replied Hermione, looking away as quickly as possible without seeming awkward, keeping in mind of the fact that Dumbledore was a skilled Legilimens.

Dumbledore did not say anything in reply, instead choosing to remain silent so that Hermione could gather her thoughts and answer in her own time.

"Well, it is quite similar to what happened down by the Gamekeeper's Hut," said Hermione, looking down at her lap where she was fiddling with the cuticles of her nails. "Something triggered my memory... but this time, it was uh, slightly more involved."

"Involved in what way?" said Dumbledore rather sharply. "Do you have any more information that we may be able to use?"

"Yes," breathed Hermione. "Far more than what I had ever thought... you see, sir, I come from a time where Lord Voldemort no longer exists."

Hermione was sure that she could see a glimmer of triumph in the eyes of her headmaster; however, it was quickly replaced with a cold and calculating expression.

"Please, I implore you to explain yourself further. Is it something which is achievable in the near future?"

"Professor, I don't think you need me to tell you that there is no simple answer to this. I cannot be the saviour that you want me to be. My being here, and telling you this has perhaps already altered potential outcomes. There is no telling what has changed because of my time travel. What happened in my time is not guaranteed to happen again. However, I can give you a few clues."

Dumbledore relaxed back into his chair, fingertips of one hand touching the corresponding fingertips of the other in a prayer position.

"Go on," he encouraged her. "You have my undivided attention."

Hermione quickly thought through the various ways in which she would be able to give Dumbledore some hints as to what he was up against in the future, without actually saying it. It was a curious mixture of absolute torture and intense anger that ran through Hermione's veins in the present, knowing exactly what would soon blight the lives of those whom she had grown to love in this time period.

"Sybil Trewlawny will be a valuable resource to you. Listen to what she has to say... Sirius Black will be framed for a crime he did not commit... do not be tempted by evidence, and I mean that in more ways than one (it was at this point which Hermione glanced at the folded fabric of the invisibility cloak where it sat on her lap)... And finally, do not be judgemental of those with the dark mark. Allegiances will change."

Dumbledore sighed, and closed his eyes for a moment to process all that Hermione had told him. Finally, after a minute or so of silence, he opened his eyes once more, and focused them on Hermione.

"I don't suppose you have anything more explicit to tell me?"

"Nothing I am willing to share. If there is one thing that I have learned whilst being here, is that tampering too much with time will leave you with more challenges that what you set out with."

"How true," mused Dumbledore. "I daresay you have figured out how to, er, make your way home. I suppose that is the best way which I can put it."

"Well actually, Professor, this is where I might need some help from you. There is a reason that I have never been able to find anything within research... the spell that was used, was actually created in my time period, by a person who is a student on Hogwarts in this time period. A person who was also a Death Eater in my time period."

Dumbledore's face took on a grave expression at this point, clearly not pleased with the idea that one of his students had taken on the Dark Mark. However, Hermione did also notice that he did not seem surprised by this news either.

"Current seventh-year student, Conrad Rowle decided that he would enact his revenge on me by sending me back in time. In my time, I had uncovered a number of cases where he was using dark magic against muggles. That is, he was sending them back in time. At the time, I deduced that he wanted to eventually send himself back in time to be some kind of hero and save his Master from his death. However, I soon learned that the spell was essentially a tool of mass murder. It was not successful enough, and muggles were being killed in his experiments. After I uncovered his indiscretions, he wanted revenge. He knew exactly what was happening to those on whom he had used the spell before, and I suppose he would think that I would suffer the same fate and that he would be rid of me forever. In a cruel twist of fate, I think I am the only person on which the spell has actually been successful."

Dumbledore had sat remarkably still for the duration of Hermione's explanation, only moving at the end to conjure a glass of water for Hermione to drink as her voice go hoarse towards the end.

Mumbling a quick thank you to Dumbledore, Hermione took a small sip from the glass of water.

"We know that the spell used was tempus narrabo. I think that some kind of counter-curse would be all that we need to send me back to my time. The only issue we have now is how to create the counter-curse."

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