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.

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8. Time and Time Again

There were few memorable days over the course of Hermione's first full summer with the Potter family.  Those few, however, sparked a new type of friendship for Hermione.  With Ron and Harry, she was clearly the original tag-a-long girl.  Ron didn’t take a liking to her, or maybe he was too afraid to say he did, and Harry was simply too polite to hurt the poor girl.  Of course, they grew together soon enough, hand in hand on every adventure that faced them, but Hermione always felt that she was always there as a necessity rather than out of true “love”.  Yes, her friends cared for her, but it wasn’t always that way.  Their relationships didn’t bud in such a way, but the boys came to appreciate her brilliance.  Homework, sleuthing, Hermione was their queen.    

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“Mummy Eu has dinner ready, ‘Mione,” a soft voice announced at the door of Hermione’s bedroom.  “‘Mione”, Ron used to call her that.  Hermione was met with those stormy grey eyes as she craned her neck to place a face to a voice, though she already knew who had come to retrieve her.  

 

“One moment,” Hermione said, not breaking eye contact with young Sirius.  

 

“You said that the last time I was here, but I don’t believe you’ve moved since our last meeting,” he said, glancing over at the trays of food he had set on Hermione’s dresser after she had skipped out on morning tea, breakfast, and lunch.  “Promise you’ll only be a moment?”

 

“The quicker you leave, the quicker I’ll be,” Hermione said, not meaning to sound so cold.  Looking up, she added, “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean it that way, really, I’ll only be a minute.”

 

Fully entering her room and taking a seat on Hermione’s bed, Sirius folded his hands in his lap, and simply looked at Hermione.

 

“Pray tell what you think you’re doing,” Hermione said, genuinely interested.  Checking his imaginary watch, Sirius came to an answer.

 

“I think I have a minute to spare.  Perhaps to walk you down to dinner.  You seem always become preoccupied after I leave, and you never really do make it down to enjoy the delicious meals we have,” Sirius said, smirking.

 

“You’re not going to leave, are you?” Hermione asked, defeated.

 

“Correct,” Sirius stated, matter of factly.

 

“I suppose that means this can wait,” Hermione said, closing her current read.

 

As the pair made their way down the staircase, the smell of Steak and Kidney Pie pervaded the air, reminding Hermione of one of her favorite meals at Hogwarts.  Sirius lead the way into the dining room, and when Mrs. Potter caught sight of Hermione, her face lit up.


“Lovely!  We can get started,” Euphemia said, smiling ear to ear.  Hermione looked down at the plate before her, smiling to herself about the memories that accompanied it.  Sirius studied Hermione once more, satisfied with himself for coaxing her out of her room, a feat that no other member of the house had managed to do.

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