A Secret is Meant to be Kept

When Ron lashes out at Hermione and gets them into a sticky situation, Hermione transports herself back in time. But the Marauders Era was a bit farther than she expected. She must figure out how to reverse the spell, deal with falling in love all over again and fight against some of the most notorious Death Eaters, who are inside the castle's walls. Not as intruders, but as classmates.


2. Puzzled

Hermione was pulled awake by the sound of a worried voice, the voice of a woman.

"Fleamont!" she cried out, "Oh dear," the woman muttered under her breath.  Frantically checking for Hermione's pulse, the woman was startled as Hermione's seemingly lifeless body sprung up, right before her eyes.

"Euphemia!  What has happened?" exclaimed the man as he looked down at the frightened young girl who was lying next to his wife.  "Are you alright, dear?"

Puzzled, Hermione eyed the male, taking note of his jet black hair.  Fleamont, Euphemia, she had heard the names before, but her head began to ache as she tried to recall.

"What's your name?" the woman continued, grabbing Hermione's hand in an attempt to comfort her.

"Hermione ..." she said carefully, wondering how much information she should divulge.  After staring into the man's hazel eyes, she felt a sense of security.  "Granger.  Hermione Granger."

"How did you get here, sweetheart?" the woman, Euphemia, further pressed.  Hermione took note of the pet names and wondered why the pair was talking down to her as if she was a child.  Looking down at the hand Euphemia was holding, she met her answer.  A small petite hand, that of an 11-year-old, was being held by this stranger.  What had that spell really done to Hermione?

Noticing Hermione's confusion, Euphemia took that as an opportunity to properly introduce herself and her spouse. 

"I'm Euphemia Potter and this is Fleamont, my husband.  We live in the manor right there, up the drive.  Does any of this look familiar to you?" she questioned, attempting to put the pieces together.  Unfortunately, Hermione's puzzle was more than complicated. 

"Perhaps you've met our son.  Or, sons.  James?  And by extension, Sirius and Remus?  They're often running amok, stirring up trouble," Fleamont said, attempting to lighten the mood.
Hermione just stared, dumbfounded.  

"May I ask, what year is it?" Hermione questioned.

"1971?" Fleamont stated, almost unsure of why Hermione would ask such a thing.  "You must have hit your head.  Do you have any idea where you're from, dear?"

"I can certainly say that I am not from around here."

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