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?


3. Chapter 2: Wasserspeieraus Stein


"You underestimate me Poppy. I was just about to use my wand."

"Mister Potter, you must call me Madame Pomfrey, now go and sit on that spare bed over there. I can deal with this on my own."

Although Hermione was waking up from what she had felt to be a deep sleep, the voices were remarkably clear. Who was this Mr Potter that had suddenly appeared?

"No need to get your knickers in a twist, Poppy. I can get into the bed myself."

Hermione could now hear three voices: the female one was obviously Poppy, but who was that with Mr Potter? Each of them sounded incredibly familiar, but she could not place where she knew them from.

"Oh not you too!" cried Madame Pomfrey in exasperation.

"Neither of us were injured by the...mishap," said the second male voice. "Now if you would be kind enough to open the door and let us – well, hello. Poppy, where are your manners? Why haven't you introduced us to the lovely young woman over there?"

"Now don't you go bothering her, she's not well. Stop making so much noise, you'll disturb half the portraits in the castle. Honestly, get back into bed!"

Hermione heard two thumps as the boy's bodies fell back onto the mattresses. This was followed by the sound of bedcovers being forced over their struggling masses.

"I'll be back in a minute," said a now breathless Madame Pomfrey.

Hermione listened to the gentle clicks of her footsteps retreating. Opening her eyelid just a crack, she peered out to the room through her eyelashes.

In the dim light of the candles by each bedside, she was just able to make out two lumps on the beds opposite hers. She supposed that these were the forms of Mr Potter and his friend.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm using the time to take a nap," said the friend.

"What for? It's only five in the afternoon. If Poppy lets us out, we'll have to be getting to dinner soon."

"I'll nick something from the kitchens later, I'm tired now. I didn't get enough sleep last night."

The one called Potter let out a snort.

"You're tired, Sirius, because you spent half the night with Marlene. Don't think I didn't hear her sneak in last night."

"What's it to you? Now, please be quiet, I need my beauty sleep."

Hermione heard the second boy, Sirius, thump his pillow into shape before lying down on it.

Gently, Hermione rolled herself over in her own bed, trying to make it appear as natural as possible, but really she only wanted to get a better look at the situation opposite her.

One of the boys – Potter, she supposed – was lounging on the bed, a bored look evident on his face. Observing from a safe distance, Hermione watched as he peered through the window occasionally. He pretended to have a sword fight in mid-air with an invisible opponent, actually making sparks appear at one point with his wand.

It was then that Hermione decided that she might let her consciousness be known. She made her movements in the bed a little more deliberate, making it seem like she was stretching herself awake.

Potter looked over, peering curiously at the girl in the bed opposite.

"Oh, you're awake," he said to her, "Should I be letting Poppy know?"

Hermione discreetly tried to smooth down her hair and make herself look even a little more presentable whilst nodding mutely at the boy.

He immediately took the chance to get out of bed, and bound over to where Poppy seemed to be.

In what seemed like no time at all, Poppy Pomfrey was gliding back into the room, with Potter never lingering too far away much to her annoyance.

"Hermione! You actually are awake," she said before turning to the boy named Potter, seemingly surprised that he had told the truth.

"Potter, you may go back to your bed. Why don't you follow the example that Sirius has set and get some sleep?"

Potter opened his mouth ready to protest, however Poppy cut him off rather quickly.

"Go back to the bed, Potter," she said in a firm voice that elicited no further arguments from him.

Hermione watched him turn around and march himself back over to the opposite end of the room, next to his sleeping friend. He sat on the bad, arms crossed over his chest, watching exchange between Poppy and Hermione.

"Now, are you experiencing any pain anywhere? Any headaches?"

"No," she replied shaking her head.

"Ok, then," replied Poppy. I've been given strict orders by Dumbledore to send you up to his office as soon as possible."

She chanced a look over at Potter as she said this, her eyes narrowing as they scrutinised him.

"I am not actually allowed to leave the Hospital Wing leaving patients unattended," she said, eyes never leaving Potter. "So I forced to have to ask Mr Potter here to escort you seeing as he appears to be in a rude state of good health."

Hermione looked over from Poppy to the boy named Potter, a look of indifference settling upon her face.

"Ok," she said with a shrug. "When can I leave? I would like to have this all settled out as soon as possible."

Poppy nodded, looking at Hermione with sympathy.

"Make sure you come back, Potter, to collect Mr Black," Poppy replied in a stern voice as she handed Hermione a set of freshly laundered robes.

Pulling the screens around Hermione so that she could get dressed with some privacy, Poppy Pomfrey rounded on Potter, speaking in a rapid and low tone.

"You are not to tell anyone that you saw this girl, do you understand? Not a soul. Those are Professor Dumbledore's orders as well as my own. When you take her to Professor Dumbledore's office, you are not to let anyone see her. You will come straight back here and collect Mr Black. I repeat: Do not let anyone see you, and do not let any person know of her existence. Do I make myself clear?"

Though he was a prankster at heart, Potter knew when he had to take someone seriously.

"Yes, m'am."

Satisfied that his answer was legitimate, Poppy turned on her heel and proceeded to check on Hermione, asking of she needed any help. In response, Hermione's body appeared from the side of the screen, neatly dressed and hair braided out of the way.

"Thank you, Poppy," she said rather timidly as she suddenly became very aware of Potter's eyes on her. "I guess I'll be going then."

"Goodbye, Hermione," replied Poppy placing a hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner. "Good luck."

Again feeling shy, she looked over at Potter, eyes questioning. He immediately broke the eye contact that ensued.

"I'll take her to Dumbledore's office. I'll be back in a few minutes," he said in a voice that was unusually quiet for him, simultaneously motioning for Hermione to follow him out.

He was thankful that it was dinnertime and there were not many people about the corridors. It would not take much effort for him to get them through the corridor unnoticed.

"I heard Poppy say your name was Hermione. I'm James, by the way."

He held his hand out for Hermione to shake as they walked along.

Hermione took it tentatively. If what Dumbledore had said earlier was correct, and she had travelled in time, she would have to be careful not to do anything to drastic.

The only problem with that was, she could barely remember the 'future'. She had no clue as to whether what she was doing was correct. Perhaps she was setting herself up for some big catastrophe when she got back to her time. If she got back, that was.

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she did not notice that they had already reached the stone gargoyles.

"Well, it was nice meeting you, Hermione. Maybe we'll get to see each other again someday?"

"Sure," replied Hermione with a small smile, playing along, not wanting to give away too much information.

James hesitated for a moment.

"I don't know what the password is at the moment, and Dumbledore doesn't really have a doorbell..."

"It's ok," Hermione cut him off. "Poppy told me the password. She also told me not to give it to you."

James pouted slightly before tilting his head forward allowing his hands much better access to his head. He ran them through his hair a few times, messing up the already untidy mop of black.

"I guess I'll leave you to it, then...bye," he said walking off back towards the hospital wing.

Hermione watched his retreating figure for a few seconds. She had the strongest feeling that she knew him from somewhere, but she couldn't place exactly where she would have known him from.

He would have had to have been an adult in her time, perhaps with children of his own. Could she have known him?

Shaking her head and squaring her shoulders, she gave the password.

"Cockroach Clusters."

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