Harry Potter and Future's Past

Starts out the day after the Battle of Hogwarts. Harry and Hermione meet the Goddess of Love, and she offers to let them go back in time. Strictly Harry and Hermione. Minor - well maybe major Ginny, Ron and Dumbledore Bashing. Soul Bond - Time Travel



3. Chapter 3

It was two hours later that the stirring of Neville and Seamus brought Harry out of his slumber. The first thoughts to come to mind were the last few days; including the horcruxes and the Battle of Hogwarts. He was just about to congratulate Neville on him standing up to Voldemort and dealing with Nagini but the words froze in his mouth when he noticed how much younger Neville sounded. Though it was definitely Neville, it wasn't the voice of the man who'd stood up to Voldemort the night before. As he sat up in bed, his head started to clear and the memories of the previous few hours came crashing back into his mind. Hermione asking for the kiss, Miranda, soul mates, and going back in time, married. "Did it really happen?" Harry asked himself.

"Disorienting isn't it?" Hermione's voice sounded in Harry's mind, and after a slight delay. "My husband."

"Hermione? So it was all real? Miranda, us being soul mates. Marriage? Back in time?" Harry thought as his mind started putting all the pieces back together, and the confusion from a few seconds before turned into a surreal peace. "I love you, Hermione Potter."

"And I love you, Harry," Hermione replied.

Harry found his glasses on the small table beside his bed and started looking around as he continued to orient himself. He then started to reflect on all that had happened, and what Miranda had told them. A loud snore broke his concentration, and Harry looked toward the bed of Ron Weasley. A wave of disgust and anger rolled over him as he looked at his friend's bed. It was all Harry could do to not to grab his wand and curse the red-head to oblivion.

"I had the same problem with Ginny this morning," Hermione said. "I had a tripping jinx on the tip of my tongue as she walked down the steps this morning. I mean, it's one thing to be told of their betrayal and to know it in mind, but when I saw her it all became so real. Fortunately, I was able to calm myself before I did something drastic."

"How did you do it? Calm yourself, I mean?" Harry asked as he still glared at the snoring red head.

"By imagining what the look on her face is going to be when I kiss you this morning," Hermione replied. "And I don't plan on it being a small peck on the lips either. If she wanted jealousy, well I can give it to her, without any bloody potions. But as for actually hurting her, this Ginny hasn't done what she's going to do yet and now never will."

"True, but I still want to curse Ron. He hurt you," Harry responded.

"Not yet he hasn't, and that Ron asleep up there never will," Hermione replied. "I've been thinking about him though. I...I know he was our friend but I don't think we can still be his friend. Not knowing what we know."

Harry glanced again at the bed that contained the young man in question, and with a sigh he replied. "I agree. Besides, I already said if you were uncomfortable, we'd move away from them."

"Wouldn't mind him seeing us kiss this morning, but he won't be awake for quite some time ,since he was up being the 'hero' of the match last night," Hermione said. "Maybe I should see if I can set him up with Lavender again. Without being jealous, hearing her call him Won-Won again would be hilarious."

Harry snickered mentally, "Sounds like a great idea. So, I'm not allowed to curse him, nor can we just ignore him altogether this morning, since that sudden of an attitude change might be suspicious."

"True, but if he and Ginny already have ideas about us, I think just you and me being together might drive them to do something that will give us reason to move away from them."

"Most likely, but we have to be careful as well. Their jealousy might cause them to do something against us."

"I'd be weary of them anyway," Hermione replied. She glanced across the common room at the red-headed girl who she'd considered to be a friend.

"How long have you been awake?"

"An hour or so. Lavender isn't the quietest person in the castle, and once I woke, my brain started thinking about everything we have to do pretty soon."

"What else did you come up with?" Harry asked.

"Hagrid, for one. We need to warn him about Umbridge. He already knows it's coming, but maybe when it gets closer to that night we try to let him know it is happening then. Hopefully that would keep Professor McGonagall from getting stunned," Hermione replied.

"Why not suggest he get out now?" Harry said.

"Do you want to teach Grawp English?"

"Yeah, right, there is that," Harry replied. "We did promise, didn't we?"

"Two years ago, but, yes, we did."

"Do we spend time with Ron today and tell him about Grawp like the last time?"

"Until we find a reason to stop being friends with him, we have to act like we did," Hermione replied. "Besides, what if Hagrid mentions it to him?"

"I didn't think of that," Harry replied.

"Oh Merlin. He's going to talk about that bloody match, isn't he? Every single goal he saved."

"Probably," Harry agreed, and could hear the mental sigh that occurred in his wife's mind.

Ron let out another loud snore, causing Harry to look over at Neville as he rolled his eyes.

"Are you already in the common room?"

"Waiting for you, but take your time, I've got a book."

"And your favorite husband to chat with anyway?" Harry asked cheekily.

"Favorite one? Since you're my only one, it also means you're my least favorite as well," Hermione reminded him.

"Ouch love."

"Shall we go see Professor McGonagall this morning before breakfast?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Bring the mirror with you," Hermione said. "Something tells me you might want to see Sirius as well."

"Sirius,"Harry thought, and quickly started getting dressed, then said to his wife. "You know me too well don't you?"

"I know you better than anyone else," Hermione answered and Harry knew it was true.

"Where are we going to go so we can talk to Sirius?"

"Where else? Room of Requirement."

The thought of the magical room that answered the needs of the occupants made Harry look back over at Neville, who was getting ready to head out of the dorm. It was still less than a day ago to Harry when he had seen his friend stand up to Voldemort himself. He thought of the fight Neville had put up at the school while he, Hermione, and Ron had been out on the Horcrux hunt. "Not this time Neville, my friend. Hermione, put Neville on that short list too."

"He's already on it Harry. He's always been loyal to you," The 'unlike some other people' was left unsaid.

"Luna?" Harry asked, and could feel another mental sigh in Hermione's response. "Yes, but I am not going looking for any horned whatever they are. She is a good friend though. She was battling Bellatrix with Ginny and me last night."

"I saw you. You never got to see her bedroom, did you? When we were at their home, before the Death Eater's attacked."

"No," Hermione replied. In her mind she found herself looking at a ceiling of what was obviously Luna's bedroom. Five exquisitely painted portraits were staring back at her. She felt her breath catch as she saw herself, along with Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Neville all in perfect detail. Fine gold chains linked the portraits together in a delicate pattern.

"Look closer," Harry's voice said, and the image zoomed in on a section of chain. A wave of tenderness washed over her for the young blonde girl as she realized the chain was actually a single word, 'friends', repeated over and over.

"It's beautiful," Hermione exclaimed. "She must have spent an entire summer creating that."

"It is very touching, isn't it?"

"Yes," Now a bit of sadness touched Hermione, as she remembered the way she'd treated Luna on occasion.

"I think what we did at the Ministry gave her confidence, like it did Neville," Harry said. "I'm not sure how to give them that this time."

"Hopefully we'll think of something. I feel we can trust her."

"With everything?" Harry asked.

"I really don't know," Hermione thought. "I'm not sure how to get anyone to believe us even if we did tell them. You're already being called crazy by the Prophet in this time. What happens if you tell someone that you're from the future and know everything? It very well might be Luna is the only one who would believe us."

"Sirius will believe us."

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked. "Or will he think we're trying to prank him? Or be concerned about you and tell Dumbledore? He might think your connection to Voldemort has caused you to lose touch with reality."

"But I have you," Harry said. "Hopefully he believes the both of us. We have to try."

"I know, Harry. Just be careful with what you say and how you say it."

"We can talk about this later. I'm dressed and headed down."

"Don't forget to brush your teeth?"

"Channeling your parents now? We haven't even been to breakfast yet."

"No, but Ginny is sitting here, and I thought you would like a nice morning kiss."

With that thought, Harry made quick work of brushing his teeth, and was walking down the steps to the common room in no time. As he took the last step, he saw his wife glance up from her book and look at him. He found her almond brown eyes mesmerizing and the smile that broke out when she saw him was breathtaking. "You know, I've seen you almost every day for seven years, but never really SAW you. Now...well you really are beautiful Hermione."

"I'm glad you think so."

Harry glanced around and saw there were at least a dozen people currently about. Several of them were getting an early start on revising, while others were either playing games, reading, or just chatting. Harry noticed Ginny sitting in another chair. She also had a book open but Harry could see her eyes kept darting from the pages to look over at him. As Harry started in that direction, he could see an expectant smile appear on the red head's lips; a smile that disappeared when Harry stopped at his soul mate's chair. He pulled Hermione up from her seat and in a voice everyone could hear said "Good morning, gorgeous. How's my girlfriend this morning?" He then pulled Hermione into his arms, and his lips once again found hers. Between Harry's words and the kiss every sound in the common ceased immediately. Not a single foot shuffled nor parchment moved; it even sounded like the other people in the room had stopped breathing for the length of the kiss. Harry finally heard a book close sharply and steps moving away. He knew that if he looked over at the chair Ginny Weasley had been sitting in, it would be empty.

"Harry?" Neville's voice said from behind him. "You and Hermione?"

Harry turned to look at his friend. "Yeah, Hermione and I are now a couple."

"When did that happen?"

"Uh...last night, after the celebration. Hermione and I...uh found ourselves down here alone and, well," Harry looked into Hermione's eyes, "We realized how much we love each other."

"That we did," Hermione agreed.

"I'm glad for you, mate," Neville said. "I know it's been a tough time for you."

"Thanks, Neville," Harry replied, and then to Hermione, "Want to invite him to study with us today?"

"The whole week, starting tomorrow, would be better; I think we will need some more time today to sort things out."

"True," Then out loud to Neville. "Hey, Neville, want to join us to study for the OWLS during the week?"

"Are you sure?" Neville looked hopeful. "I don't want to be a bother. I...I mean I'm probably not going to do well."

"We'd be glad to have you, Neville," Hermione assured the nervous young man.

"Thanks," Neville replied looking like Christmas had come early.

A short time later, Harry and Hermione were closing in on Professor McGonagall's office, holding hands. "Should we be concerned about Umbridge or the Inquisitorial Squad finding out about us?" Harry asked.

Hermione pulled up short. "I'd forgotten about those Slytherin idiots." She considered it for a few moments. "I think it's fine if you can control your temper. Don't antagonize Umbridge, not yet anyway, and just ignore Malfoy."

"I'll try," Harry replied as they continued on their trek. Eventually, they were in front of the Transfiguration Professor's office. They rapped a couple of time on the door.

"Enter," Came the Scottish burr of Hermione's favorite professor.

Harry looked at Hermione. "Ready?"

"No," Hermione admitted. "But we have to do it."

Professor McGonagall glanced up from the paperwork in front of her when they entered, "Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, what brings you out before breakfast on a Sunday morning, especially after the celebration last night? Do you need help with your homework?"

"No Professor," Hermione started. "We have an issue, we think."

McGonagall's eyes flickered between the two of them. "What kind of issue, may I ask?"

"Before we say, we'd like to know what kind of confidentiality exists between a student and their head of house?" Hermione asked.

"Unless our High Inquisitor has posted further Educational Decrees," The Scottish Professor snorted, "You have full confidentiality unless it conflicts with a school policy."

"So if we tell you something, you won't tell Professor Umbridge or Professor Dumbledore when he returns? Nor anyone else, as long as it isn't against school policies?"

"That's correct."

"Okay, then what's the school's policy on marriage between students."

That statement caused a sharp focus of Minerva McGonagall's eyes upon the pair of student in front of her. "It is discouraged, of course. It can be highly disruptive to the house system, but it is allowed. If requested, the students may request married quarters, but aren't you two a little young to be considering such a thing…unless?" A hint of sadness passed over the normally stern face of McGonagall at the thought that her prized pupil might have acted carelessly.

Hermione blushed when she realized what the professor was asking. "No, professor, it's not that. But before we do say what it is, I want to clarify, the actual policies of the school concerning marriage itself is acceptable?"

"Yes, Miss Granger, but you now have me curious to why you're asking."

"Ma'am, I think we are married," Hermione replied looking at her husband.

"You think you are?" Professor McGonagall asked. "How can you be uncertain? Did something happen at the party last night? Did someone sneak in Fire Whiskey?"

"No, not at the party," Hermione started and then chose her words carefully so she would be telling McGonagall the truth as she continued, "When Harry and I were alone yesterday, we shared a kiss, and we later found out the kiss caused some kind of golden glow around us. I've heard about bonds…Well, Miranda told us about this one, so I did hear about it…and how they can be considered Marriage Bonds. I think the glow might have been a bond forming between us."

"First, though normally I try to avoid making opinions of such, I would like to say I'm glad you two are finally together. I always thought you would be a fine couple," McGonagall said. "As for the bond, I find it very unlikely it really happened. Maybe one or both of you had a bought of accidental magic when you kissed. Spontaneous bondings are extremely rare."

"Think I just create them for anybody? Of course they're rare," Miranda chimed in causing Harry and Hermione to smile.

Minerva mistook the smiles for relief. "I'm sure they're glad they aren't married."

"Thank you, professor," Hermione said. "Can you think of any way to know for certain?"

"Of course, all marriages are recorded at the Ministry," Professor McGonagall said. "But from your earlier question about confidentiality, I presume you do not want anyone to find out if you are?"

"No, Professor."

"Considering the persecution Mr. Potter is undergoing, I can understand why," McGonagall paused. "Unfortunately, with all of our communications currently being monitored by the honorable Umbridge, you'd be unable to make such a query without her knowing about it."

Harry and Hermione paled at the thought of Umbridge knowing about their marriage.

Professor McGonagall looked at her two Gryffindors. "What exactly were you wanting or hoping I could do if you were married?" She asked. "I would need the Headmaster's approval to assign married quarters, and since the school itself is not considering Umbridge to be Headmistress, that permission would have to come from Dumbledore himself."

"No, actually just the opposite, Professor," Hermione said. "We don't want anyone to know we are married, if in fact we are. We were hoping that if my name came up as Hermione Potter in anything, you could at least let us know or change it if you can."

"Well, in that case, that's not a problem," The Deputy Headmistress replied. "I'm sure there was another explanation for the glow anyway, but if I do see anything that suggests otherwise, I'll do my best to help you and let you know."

"Thank you, Professor," Hermione said.

"Now, is there anything else?"

"Uh...Professor," Harry started. "Do I have to take the Divination's OWL? I have no chance of passing that test, and I really want to be able to concentrate my studying on the subjects I can and will pass."

Professor McGonagall studied the young man in front of him for several seconds before answering. "That is an extremely unusual request Mr. Potter. Is there something else involved here?"

"Not really, Ma'am. But you know that my girlfriend would take it very personal if I failed an OWL exam," Harry smiled at Hermione before looking back at Professor McGonagall. "Could you imagine her shame if her boyfriend, or potential husband, were to fail one? For her sake, please tell me I don't have to take it," This caused his wife to smack him on the arm.


McGonagall almost cracked a smile at the two of them. "You may drop one of your OWLs Mr. Potter. I will put through the request."

"And one other thing, something for next year."

"Yes, Mr. Potter?"

"Is there a way for me to take Ancient Runes next year?" Harry asked, looking more at Hermione who now had a large smile on her face.

McGonagall looked up at her student. "Only a day and she's already had this much influence. I can't wait to see what a year brings," She thought, and then out loud. "You would be in a third year class, Mr. Potter, and I couldn't guarantee it would Gryffindors, but if you're serious about it, we can get you in a class."

"Thank you, Professor."

"Is there anything else I can do for you? No? Then once again, I will extend my congratulations on you two getting together. I think you two will complement each other perfectly, especially if Miss Granger can help you with that temper of yours, Mr. Potter, when it comes to certain High Inquisitors. But I must request you adhere to the school behavioral rules concerning such matters, especially with you being a prefect, Miss Granger."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Then have a good day."

When they were out of McGonagall's office, they started for the seventh floor.

"This isn't going to be easy, is it?" Hermione asked.

"We're not off to a great start, but at least she will keep an eye out for us."

"True. Runes?" Hermione asked, but Harry could feel the pride and love in the question.

"It just popped into my head, you know. But you're right. I should do more, and I've already taken the sixth year courses anyway," Harry said. "Besides, I'm hoping for help from my wife."

"I think I might manage it."

There were soon in the hallway across from Barnabas. "Think we should get the Tiara already?" Harry asked.

"I think we need to get Dumbledore to tell you about the Horcruxes first," Hermione replied. "Also, see if it's possible to remove the Horcrux without destroying the Diadem."

"This is frustrating. We have so much we can do, but we can't do anything yet," Harry responded. "We have to get to that locket. But if we save Sirius, then Mundungus won't be robbing the place blind, so doubtful it would end up in Umbridge's hands. But we never know what Kreacher might do with it."

"I agree."

"Let's just get a place that's secure to talk to Sirius," Harry said. He walked three times past the wall asking just for such a room and a door appeared. When they entered the room, they found themselves in what looked like a small common room. Harry pulled the mirror out and unwrapped it. Looking into it, he called "Sirius Black," And almost instant the face of his Godfather who died two years ago was looking at him.

"Harry? Is that you?" Sirius said and seeing the tears that were developing in Harry's eyes he asked "Is there anything wrong?"

"No, Sirius," Harry replied in a choked voice. "Things are a lot better now. You don't know how wonderful it is to see you."

"Is it Snape again? Or Umbridge?"

"Not this time, Sirius," Harry replied with a sniffle. "Is there anyone there with you?"

"Only Kreacher, the useless elf," Sirius spat.

Harry grimaced at the tone Sirius had used when describing the elf as Hermione spoke up. "Sirius, you need to treat Kreacher better."

"So Hermione is there with you, Harry?" Sirius asked.

"Yes, and she's part of the reason I need to speak with you. But we really do need to talk to you in person."

"You can't leave Hogwarts for another two weeks. Is next weekend a Hogsmeade weekend?"

"No, and you can't leave Sirius," Harry said. "We need to go to him."

"How?" Then, "Of course," She thought when she understood Harry's plan. "Shrieking shack? But can we still apparate?"

"That's just mental discipline. We know how and we know the ministry can't track it. We've apparated to Grimmauld enough times to be able to do it easy enough. Just need to get out of the grounds, and Neville showed us the way."

As Harry continued to talk to Sirius, Hermione concentrated on the room around them, and wished there was a passageway to the Shrieking Shack. She concentrated on needing a passage to the dilapidated structure. After a few seconds, a door appeared in the room.

Harry noticed the door when it appeared and nodded to Hermione, looking back at the Mirror, he said "Sirius, I'll be back in touch with you soon, but if anyone shows up there, contact me on the mirror."


"Sirius, please just do it."

"Ok, pup."

Sirius' image disappeared from the mirror and Harry tucked it away in his pocket. "Let's go," He said and led the way out the newly created door. It was a fairly long walk, but soon they found themselves at the door to the other end. Harry opened the door slightly and memories of just the night before assaulted him. They were in the same room where Voldemort had killed Snape. As Harry opened the door fully, he could still imagine the sphere which contained Nagini rolling through the air, and the last yell of Snape before it had enclosed his head and shoulders. Harry could see the struggles of Snape as he fought to escape the death he knew was coming.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked but at the same time realized what Harry was seeing in his mind. She gently laid a hand on his arm and waited.

Harry finally cleared his mind, and turned to his wife and nodded. "I'm fine. Let's go," Without another word he pushed on into the room. As the door closed behind them, it disappeared.

"I wonder how Neville got it to stay?" Harry asked as the door vanished.

"They said someone had to stay in the room, didn't they?"

"That's the point; the first time when Neville needed food, no one else was with him."

"True," Hermione thought about it. "Maybe he called to Aberforth and never left the passageway."

"Possible, I guess," Harry said as he looked around the room. Memories fought to reclaim his mind, but he forced them back down. He sighed. "We should get a move on. We have a lot to do today."

"Wait, Harry," Hermione said, as Harry started to turn. "It's a long way to apparate. We have to make sure we don't splinch ourselves. The worst thing in the world that could happen would be having Ministry people, especially Umbridge, finding us. I mean underaged, out of Hogwarts, and trying to apparate?"

"Let's do it one at a time then. I'll go first and if something goes wrong," Harry handed Hermione the mirror, "Call Sirius for help. If I've splinched, I should at least be on his doorstep. Once I'm safely there you can come and if you have problems, you can let me know," He finished in thought. After Hermione nodded her understanding, Harry moved to the center of the floor. Thinking about the top doorstep of Grimmauld place he had apparated to so many times last year, he applied Destination, Determination and Deliberation and disappeared.

"I'm here safe and sound. I'll wait for you before I do anything," Hermione heard and smiled. She repeated the process and found herself beside her husband. "Much better way to get to London than a Thestral," She commented.

"Here's the tricky part," Harry said as he pulled out his wand. "I don't think just tapping my wand can induce the trace, but..." Grimmauld place did not have a doorknob or even a handle. The house was unlocked by a tap of a wand on the door, insuring no muggle could ever enter the pureblood residence.

"No, it wouldn't," Hermione replied. "It's just magical identification by the door."

Harry tapped once on the door and the familiar metallic clicks could be heard, finally the door opened with a creak. As they crossed the threshold, he half expected the challenge by Mad-Eye Moody's tongue tying curse, but realized that was from a time yet to come. They breathed a sigh of relief as they made it past the painting of Sirius' mother without waking it. Harry looked at Hermione, "Hand me the mirror?" and when she did so, he called "Sirius Black."

"Pup, I was just calling you. I just felt the wards trip, so someone is here."

The same voice that was coming over the mirror was echoing down the steps. Harry and Hermione looked up and into the face of Sirius Black. When Harry saw his Godfather, he asked "Wouldn't want company for breakfast, would you?"

Sirius froze in mid-stride, looking fairly ridiculous with one hand holding the mirror, one foot in the air, and a look of utter confusion on his face. His eyes moved from the teens to the mirror in his hand and back again. Words like 'How' and 'Where' materialized on his lips, but the sounds never made it out. Finally he gathered himself and asked "What's going on Harry? What are you doing here?"

"Let's go to the kitchen and talk Sirius, but let us know if anyone else shows up," Harry said. "No one else can know we are here."

"I presume this is important then? Not just wanting to know more about that memory of Snape's concerning your father."

Harry had almost forgotten about that. It was too long ago and it was so minor considering what he had seen since, but he remember how important it had been two years ago. "No, it's not that," When they were all seated around the table, Harry asked, "Where's Kreacher?"

"Upstairs somewhere," Sirius muttered.

"Can you call him down?" Harry said. He glanced over at Hermione, "I think that might be the best place to start. We can give provable knowledge first."

"What do you need with the elf?" Sirius asked. "All he does is wander around muttering to himself all day."

"I think you will find it very important, please call him."

"Kreacher," Sirius yelled out and with a pop the elf materialized next to his master.

"You called Kreacher?" The elf asked and then continued in an overly loud whisper. "Useless spawn of my mistress, talking to a mudblood. I thought she was gone, and now she back befouling my mistress' house."

"Sirius, ask Kreacher if he has been visiting any other of your relatives recently," Harry said quietly. "But do not threaten him when he answers."

"Of course he hasn't. He can't leave this house," Sirius exclaimed.

"Please, just ask...no order him to tell you."

Sirius looked at his godson, wondering where this was going, but curiosity got the best of him and he turned to the house-elf, "Kreacher, I am ordering you to tell me if you have visited any other relatives of mine recently."

The elf hesitated, his eyes widen as if trying to fight an answer, but finally, "Yes, Kreacher has."

Sirius looked startled, "Who, Kreacher? Who've you visited, you miserable elf?"

"Sirius, no, don't be mean please trust us," Hermione pleaded.

"Mi..Miss Cissy and M..Miss Bella," The words struggled out of the elf's mouth.

"Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange?" Boomed Sirius.

"Yes, Master," Kreacher answered.

"Disgusting little..." Sirius' hand rose to strike at the little elf.

"Sirius, NO!" Harry yelled stopping his godfather in his tracks. "Don't hurt him."

Sirius turned to the teens as he stood from his chair. "Look, you don't understand what this means. You need to get out of here so I can contact Dumbledore. We HAVE to know exactly where Kreacher has been and what he has told them."

Harry raised a hand to stop his godfather. "Not yet, Sirius. Sit down, please. There is a lot more we need to deal with. Stuff that we need you to promise not to tell Dumbledore about."

"But I have too, Harry. The Order has to know. We have plans," Sirius argued.

"I know all about the plans, but I also know what we have to say is more important," Harry responded. "Look, just hear us out and then we'll talk okay?"

Sirius studied his godson and noticed something had changed in him; the boy in front of him wasn't the moody person that he had seen before. There was a tired look in his eyes that he had seen a lot in the last war. A look usually found in people who had seen too much. Looking at the young lady beside him, he noticed the same look in her eyes, as well. He finally shrugged and sat back down. "A couple of minutes then," He then turned to Kreacher. "And you don't move from that spot."

"Yes, Master," Kreacher replied as he froze. He'd been trying to back out of the kitchen unnoticed.

"So, what's so important?" Sirius asked Harry and Hermione.

"I have one more order for you to give Kreacher," Harry replied. "Order him to tell me when was the last time he saw your brother, and EXACTLY what he was doing at the time. He is under orders not to tell anyone in your family, but since I'm not a Black I hope this will work."

When Sirius ordered the little elf to tell the tale to Harry, the little elf seemed to fight an internal battle before the tale that they had heard a little more than a year in the future emerged. Sirius listened and his understanding of his younger brother was completely undone. Sirius heard how Kreacher had been used by Voldemort to hide something, something Regulus later went to recover in defiance to the Dark Lord; an act that ended up costing him his life. Harry and Hermione gave Sirius the questions to ask to fill in the story until the whole thing was out. When it was over, Kreacher was on the floor crying. It had taken a direct order from Sirius, at Hermione's insistence, for Kreacher to not hurt himself when he admitted he'd failed Regulus in not destroying the locket.

Tears were in Sirius' eyes as he looked at Harry and Hermione. "Regulus had turned against Voldemort?"

"He loved Kreacher," Hermione explained, causing Sirius to look at the elf. "That Voldemort was willing to throw Kreacher's life away was what caused the defection, it looks like."

"All these years, I've thought he was just a dumb kid who got in over his head and panicked," Sirius said. He sat in silence as he contemplated what he'd heard. Then he looked at Harry and Hermione. "How...how do you know all of this?"

"We are going to tell you, but first let me do something," Hermione said. She rose from her chair and knelt beside the still crying elf. Kreacher cringed from her when she did so. "Kreacher," Hermione started softly. "I know I'm not your master and I know you think you don't like me, but if we could help you destroy the locket, would you want us to?"

The elf's tears stopped but he refused to look at Hermione as he started muttering. "Mudblood comes close to Kreacher; oh what would my mistress say? But she offers to help do what Kreacher cannot. If Kreacher refuses then it might not get done, and I was ordered to do it. I have to let the mudblood help," Even as he continued to look away, Kreacher nodded.

"Kreacher, could you get the locket?" Hermione asked still in a gentle voice and when the elf shook his head she asked. "Why not?"

"Master told Kreacher not to move from this spot," Kreacher explained, "Kreacher must stay."

Hermione looked at Sirius who said. "Kreacher, you may go get this item and then return directly back here."

Kreacher disappeared in an instant. As soon as he was gone, Hermione turned back to Sirius, "Is there something of Regulus' around that Kreacher might like? Wait, let's ask him."

When Kreacher returned with the heavy gold locket with the 'S' on the front, he laid it on the table. He then looked at Hermione and stated, "Mudblood said she could destroy it."

"We will, but we need a little time," Hermione replied as she stared at the object knowing what it was. Finally she turned to the elf. "Kreacher, you did a brave thing those years ago. Sirius," She looked over at her husband's godfather, "has agreed to let you have anything in the house that you would like. I think you already have some treasures in your room. Would you like to be able to keep them all, with Sirius' blessing?"

"All?" Kreacher asked looking at Hermione, and then at Sirius who was still trying to figure out what was going on.

"You can keep anything you have, Kreacher," Sirius said, as he was coming to grips with the new understanding of his family. "And if there is anything else you want of Regulus', let me know and I'll let you have it, if possible."

The house-elf broke down in a new bout of crying.

"So what makes this locket so important to Voldemort? Why did it get my brother killed?" Sirius asked as he reached for it.

"I wouldn't touch it too often," Hermione warned.

Sirius jerked his hand away as if the metal had turned red hot. "Why?"

Harry glanced at Hermione. They both knew the next few minutes were critical. They knew they had to convince Sirius and it all depended on his next few words. He let out a sigh as he reached for and picked up the locket. The feeling of revulsion coursed through him as he remembered the effects it had had on them while they had worn it all of those months. "This is what Dumbledore has been hiding from everyone because he thinks no one but himself should know," He started. "This and similar objects are the secret to defeating Voldemort."

"What? How could you possibly know that?"

"If we tell you, you have to promise that you won't tell Dumbledore. EVEN if you don't believe us, you can't tell Dumbledore what we are about to tell you."

"Why?" Sirius again had a look of a confused man. "Dumbledore needs to know anything that can help defeat Voldemort."

"Not this, and you'll understand why if you'll just promise us you won't tell him. If he were to find out what we know, he'd most likely obliviate us to keep the knowledge to himself."

Sirius was about to object, but the fierceness of Harry's gaze made him pause. Slowly he nodded. "Fine, but I still have to tell him about Kreacher going to the Malfoys."

Harry shrugged. "Once we finish telling you what we have to say, you might think otherwise, but I won't keep you from doing that. You do need to order Kreacher to not tell anyone, not even Order members, that he saw Hermione and me here today. He especially can't tell anyone what we have discussed and will discuss, unless you say otherwise."

Sirius again nodded and gave Kreacher the commands.

"A couple of other things we need to tell you before we begin the main story," Harry said. "The first is we know what The Order has been trying to protect in the Department of Mysteries. I know all about the prophecy," That brought Sirius' eyes onto Harry's very quickly.

"How?" Was all Sirius asked. "Who told you what they're guarding?"

"You'll soon know," Harry explained. "The other thing is, I know you made me your heir in your will," And at another surprised look from his godfather he explained, "I know this because your will was read after your death in about three weeks," Harry held up his hand and said, "Let me finish, please. This is the part that's going to sound utterly insane, but just let us finish," Harry looked at his wife and gave her a small smile before he turned back to Sirius. "We, I mean Hermione and I, are really two years older and have seen too many deaths; yours, Remus', Tonks', Dumbledore's and many others. We were given the chance to come back to our bodies in this time and try to fix the mistakes mostly caused by one man, Albus Dumbledore."

Sirius had a look of disbelief on his face, but before he could say anything, Harry continued. "Please, let me finish. It all started right after I defeated Voldemort."

"You defeated Voldemort?" Now Sirius was staring at Harry as if he had two heads.

"Do you know what the prophecy says? The one the Order is protecting?"

"No," Sirius admitted. "Dumbledore said it concerns you and Voldemort, but it's too dangerous for anyone to know what it says."

"Of course," Harry replied. "Snape didn't know the prophecy, at least not the part he didn't overhear. In his memories he blasted Dumbledore for not telling him when Dumbledore told me. Besides," He looked at Hermione, "could you imagine Mundungus knowing what it was?"

"So, what is it then?"

"Don't let Dumbledore know you know or he'll obliviate you," Harry cautioned. He took a breath and recited the words that had haunted him for two years.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.

"WHAT?" Sirius exclaimed. "You?"

Harry nodded. "Trelawney recited that prophecy back before I was born. Snape overheard the first part of it and told Voldemort. That's why he targeted my parents and why they are dead."

"Snivellus?" Growled Sirius.

"Snape realized it was mum that Voldemort was after and told Dumbledore."

"I remember Dumbledore warning James and Lily. We never knew where he got his information of course, and we definitely didn't know it was Snape."

"Then, of course, that night," Harry continued as he tapped his scar, "He marked me his equal."

"So you say you beat him?" Sirius asked forgetting that he wasn't sure if Harry was telling the truth or not about being from the future.

"Yeah, just last night, or something like that in our time," Harry explained. "I'm still a little confused. Too much has happened in to short of a time, but I can say that I won purely by luck."

"You beat Voldemort last night?" Sirius asked in disbelief.

"Two years in the future last night," Hermione corrected him. "There was a big battle at Hogwarts and that's when it happened."

"We're getting ahead of ourselves, though. Let me tell you how we got from two years in the future to here and now," Harry said. He put his hand over Hermione's before he continued. "It all started the morning after that battle, when this gorgeous lady came to my room to ask a favor. It seemed like a simple thing at the time, but it turned our lives upside down."

"What happened?"

"Well it seems, quite literally, I am the man of her dreams," Harry smirked.

Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. "Well, I can't argue that fact, but actually we...uh...ended up kissing for the first time and that finalized a soul bond between us."

"Soul bond? What do you mean?" Sirius asked.

Harry and Hermione launched into exactly what happened after the kiss, the meeting with the Goddess of Love, the revelations about their friends who had betrayed them, and about Dumbledore. How they were given a choice to come back and try to fix what went wrong.

"Even my original meeting with the Weasleys was staged," Harry said as they ended the explanation.

"So this Miranda is a Goddess? That's a bit farfetched isn't it? Are you sure you didn't just have a shared dream? Or maybe someone pranked you with polyjuice or something?"

"Want me to tell you everything we learned in our sixth year?" Hermione asked. "Potions with Professor Slughorn was much better than Professor Snape, but..."

"Slughorn? How do you know about him? He was my potions Professor."

"I know. He remembered my mother," Harry replied.

"We knew him because in the last timeline," Hermione added. "Snape became the Defense Professor and Dumbledore brought Slughorn back to teach Potions."

"Besides, how you do think we knew about Regulus and Kreacher?" Harry asked with his voice rising, "How do I know about the prophecy? Or that you put me in you will?"

"Okay, say I believe you, and, as crazy as it sounds, I'm actually starting too, why can't we tell Dumbledore?"

"You know I have, had...well, have again, a connection with Voldemort right? The reason I knew about Mr. Weasley?" When Sirius nodded, Harry continued. "Did Dumbledore ever explain exactly what it was? I am presuming not, since no one knew about those things," Harry nodded at the locket, "when he died."

"Dumbledore died?" Sirius asked incredulously. He remembered them mentioning it earlier, but he hadn't really believed them at the time.

"Yeah, end of next year," Harry said. "No one knew it, but he was dying anyway. This summer, he ended being cursed and only had a year left. He set it up so Snape would kill him to better his position with Voldemort," He then turned to Hermione, "You know, that's something else on Dumbledore's shoulders. Since everyone believed Voldemort was able to kill Dumbledore, it demoralized those who were fighting against him," Harry's eyes were flashing in anger now. "How many people lost their lives because they gave up the will to fight?"

Hermione put her hand on Harry's to calm him down. "It's not going to happen that way this time," She said. She then continued the explanation to Sirius. "We're still realizing all the mistakes Dumbledore made. I hope you can see that we need more than Professor Dumbledore deciding what is best."

"Yeah, I can see that," Sirius replied. "Harry, what were you going to say about the connection you have? And what does it have to do with that locket?"

"Have any idea what a Horcrux is?" Harry asked his godfather.

Sirius eyes hardened, "Is that what Voldemort did? And that," He nodded at the locket, "is it?"

"Yes, that is a Horcrux, but he made far more than just that one; he made six of them, or actually seven but the last was by accident and he never realized it," Hermione explained.

"Seven?" Sirius whispered.

"Yes, seven and so far only one has been destroyed."

"The seventh one," Harry said and tapping his scar, "Is here."

At the look of horror on Sirius's face, Harry explained further. "When Voldemort tried to kill me all those years ago, a piece of his soul broke off and lodged in me. That is the link we share. How did I get rid of it in the future? Voldemort killed me again. Dumbledore's grand plan had me walk out and take a killing curse, voluntarily, without knowing there was a chance I would live. I thought I was going out to die, Sirius," Tears had come back to Harry's eyes as he remembered the walk into the Forbidden Forest. Hermione's arms reached around him and he heard, "Not this time, Harry. You will not leave me, and I will not leave you."

"Basically, Dumbledore's plan consisted of three teenagers wandering around a countryside looking for horcruxes, with no clue where they were. If we found them all, I was to go get myself killed by Voldemort on purpose," Harry took a breath to calm down and then continued. "Did he even bother to tell me that part of it? Of course not. He left that bit of information with Snape. Only by pure luck was I able to get that knowledge from Snape as he was dying. Even then he left out the part about I had a chance to live through it. Last night...last night I stood in front of Voldemort and let him KILL ME without raising my wand because that was what DUMBLEDORE said I had to do."

The horror had returned to Sirius' face.

"Again, I hope you understand why Dumbledore cannot know what we have to say? We know where all of the Horcruxes are and we will eventually figure out how to get them destroyed, but it will not be his way."

"Yeah I...I can see why," Sirius replied in a shaky voice. "So...what about the locket? How do we destroy it?"

"Harry," Hermione said, "I have an idea that might work," She turned to Sirius, "Will Dumbledore be here anytime soon?"

"He stops by every few days. Why?" Sirius asked.

"You can tell him that you asked Kreacher about Regulus, and give him the story he just told you. Then give Dumbledore the locket," Hermione explained. "See if he mentions to you what it is. If nothing else, he'll destroy it for us."

"He can't without my help to open it," Harry said.

"Why?" Sirius asked.

"This is Salazar Slytherin's locket," Harry explained. "It'll only open to a parseltongue command."

"Will he realize what it is and how it opens?"

"He'll recognize it immediately. He has the memory of a House-elf who served the lady Riddle stole it from. Hez...something or another Smith."

"How do you know all of that?" Sirius asked, but then held up his hands. "Never mind. Obviously a lot has happened. So, will Dumbledore ask for your help?"

"He might try to trick me in helping him, but he's desperate for those Horcruxes, so he'll definitely come to me."

"If, or I should say, when he does," Hermione said. "It will be a good time to force him to tell you about the Horcruxes."

"That's true."

There was absolutely no doubt in Sirius' mind anymore about the teens' story. He then thought of something. "Harry, the connection to Voldemort was the reason Snape was giving you Occlumency lessons. Did you ever get back to him or learn it in the future? Dumbledore thought it was the most important thing to be done."

"Miranda gave it as a gift when I agreed to have the horcrux put back in," Harry sighed, "I don't know if I was just incapable of learning it from Snape, or if our mutual hatred was causing a problem with the lessons, but I seemed to be more open to the manipulations the night after a lesson than other times. And that is how you ended up dead Sirius," Harry's eyes met his godfather's. "It was my fault."

"Your fault?" Sirius asked.

"Voldemort tricked me into believing you had been captured and were being tortured in the Department of Mysteries," Harry explained. "I now know he just wanted the prophecy," Harry again thought back to that night. "If Dumbledore would have just told me there was something Voldemort wanted and might try to trick me into getting it, I would have been on guard, but again he thought he knew best. He kept everything from me."

"So...what happened?" Sirius asked, unsure he wanted to hear about his own death.

"I led an assortment of students; Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville Longbottom, and Luna Lovegood there in an attempt to rescue you. We were up against twelve Death Eaters, led by Lucius Malfoy and for a short time we were able to hold our own. Eventually, though, we started taking casualties. Fortunately none of our friends died, though Hermione came extremely close. You, Shacklebolt, Tonks, Moody and Remus arrived just in time to save us, with Dumbledore showing up a few minutes later. In the fight, you were dueling Bellatrix and you weren't taking it seriously enough. You were even laughing at her. She hit you with a stunner and...and you fell through the Veil of Death," Again tears had sprung up in Harry's eyes at the remembrance of his godfather falling through the ragged curtain. "And it was my fault. If I had used these mirrors," He held up his, "I would have known you were all right. I tried to talk to you. We ended up having to break into Umbridge's office and we got caught. But I did floo here and…and...Kreacher lied to me. He told me you weren't here. I found out later you were, but you were up with Buckbeak. It...it was one of things the Malfoys had told him to do, distract you on that night."

Sirius's face had turned very pale, but at the last statement he had turned to Kreacher.

"No, Sirius," Hermione said sharply. "It was your fault as well. The way you've been treating him has been horrible," Her voice softened. "When Kreacher told us his tale before we had Regulus' locket and were able to give it to him. He changed almost instantly and became a very good elf. He led the House-elves of Hogwarts against Voldemort's supporters."

Kreacher seemed to swell at the statement and Hermione noticed it. "Kreacher, you are a good elf, supporting a very noble house," She turned back to Sirius, "Instead of sitting here being morose about being stuck in a place you didn't like growing up in, start making plans on how to change the Noble House of Black into something you would be proud of."

Sirius looked sheepish, "It's not that simple, Hermione."

"Then make it that simple. We didn't come back in time to save your life just so you can spend the rest of it lost in your own despair. Eventually, we will get Peter and get you cleared, but for now we're going to need you to help us save everyone else. We need your help to get our knowledge to the right people. You were a great schemer, weren't you?" At the nod from Sirius she continued, "Good, because that is what we need right now. For the next two weeks, Harry and I have to study for our OWLs, so we need someone trying to figure out how we can use the Department of Mysteries events in our favor. Last time, Voldemort showed up and that's when the Ministry admitted that he was back. We need to see if we can develop a plan that will do the same thing."

Harry smiled at Hermione, who was coming off her tirade, then to Sirius, "We forgot to explain one thing about the soul bond we have, Sirius. I would like to introduce you to the person who just berated you, Hermione Potter, my wife."

"WHAT?" Sirius asked. It was too much, too quick, and he was drowning.

"Yeah, that was her reaction as well," Harry said as he took his wife's hand. "But she's mostly gotten over it now."

"Ho…how do you know?" Sirius asked.

"We first found out when Miranda had us look at the Marauder's map. It showed Hermione Potter. She also said it could be verified in the Magical Records Office. We, of course haven't been able to do that yet."

"The map doesn't lie. It's tied into the wards at Hogwarts," Sirius said as he put his head on the table. "My godson, married at fifteen. James would kill me."

"You didn't do it Sirius, and I'm actually almost eighteen," Harry replied. He shook his head as he continued. "This time stuff is going to give me a headache. As for my father, who, if I remember correctly had eyes for my mother long before his fifth year, he would have no reason to complain. Besides, I ended up with the best wife in the world and a relationship blessed by the Goddess of Love. What more can anyone ask for?"

"My husband isn't so bad either," Hermione chimed in. "But we aren't telling anyone else, at least right now. All Harry needs is more garbage from the Ministry."

"Yeah, I can understand that. But please make sure I'm there when you tell Dumbledore," Sirius begged. "By the way, how did you get here today?"


"From Hogwarts?" Sirius asked.

"From the Shrieking Shack," Harry replied.

"That's a long way, and you're not licensed yet."

"When you're on the run from Voldemort and the Ministry for a year and the only way to travel is apparation, you get pretty good at it," Harry explained.

"I can imagine."

"To tell you the truth, Sirius, I'm glad you can't," Harry replied with a shake of his head. "But we still have a lot that we haven't covered yet, so you can see just how lucky we got in defeating Voldemort," It took a good thirty minutes before the most important points were covered, including Dumbledore's death, the ministry takeover, muggle born oppression, the horcruxes, and final battle.

"It wasn't just our friends who died, Sirius," Harry explained. "Muggleborn were being prosecuted, and a lot of them were kissed," He turned to Hermione. "We can't let Umbridge do that again. We have to do something to prevent it"

"I agree, but you're not suggesting we kill her, are you?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know what I'm suggesting, Hermione," Harry said softly. "Those muggleborns had husbands, wives, and children. Families that either never saw their loved one again, or they came back from Azkaban a shadow of themselves. We have to do something about the government if we can, and it might start with making sure Umbridge doesn't make it back into it."

Hermione stared at her husband, wanting to protest, but had to admit he was right. "Maybe you're right Harry, but I'm not sure I can kill someone in cold blood."

"I know what you mean, love," Harry said and looked away. They all sat in silence for a few minutes, until Hermione looked at her watch.

"We need to get back to the school. It's time to face Ron," She said.

"So, the Weasleys betrayed you?" Sirius asked bringing up a subject they had glossed over earlier.

Harry sighed as he thought of the young man he considered his best friend, until he found out what he'd done. "Yeah, Ron and Ginny did. Still trying to undo seven years of friendship in my mind, but when I saw Ron sleeping this morning, knowing what he did to Hermione, I had a hard time not cursing him."

"At least it wasn't as bad as it was with Peter. Nobody died because of their actions."

"We don't know that, Sirius," Harry argued. "What would have been different if our next school year hadn't been complicated by jealousy? Besides, if you could have gone back before Peter betrayed my parents, what would you have done?"

Sirius sighed, "I would have ripped the rat into multiple pieces and fed him to whatever creature I could have found," He looked at the couple. "Just don't do anything stupid."

Harry smiled as he looked at Hermione, "That's why she's my soul mate. She's supposed to keep me from doing stupid. Even when I thought you had been captured two years ago; she was trying to be a voice of reason and told me it could be a trap. She's been right about most things, and I think I might have finally learned my lesson. But you know," He looked at his wife, "even when she was sure I was wrong, she's never left my side."

Hermione smiled at Harry and gentle squeezed his hand. "And I never shall love."

As Sirius looked at his godson and his wife, he remembered the two of them saving him two years previous. He remembered the way they just seemed so natural together back then, and now he saw the same thing but even more pronounced. "OK, you two get back to school but keep in touch. I'll let you know what Dumbledore says," Sirius looked around the kitchen and at the house-elf. "Hermione, if my godson can listen to you, maybe I can as well," He turned to the elf that was still standing where Sirius had commanded him to stay. "Kreacher, would you like to help rebuild this Noble house into something Regulus would be proud of. A house that fights against Voldemort, just like Regulus was trying to do at the end?"

"Kreacher would like that, Master," The little elf said.

"When that locket is destroyed," Harry said pointing to the golden horcrux. "I will make sure you get to see it," He promised the house-elf. "And someday, when Voldemort is destroyed and the evil that protects Regulus' locket is removed, I will do my very best to make sure that locket is recovered and given to you."

"Kreacher would like that very much," Kreacher replied.

"I have one request, though," Harry said to the elf. "The day the locket is destroyed and is shown to you, I want you to promise never to call Hermione a mudblood ever again. She fights against Voldemort, too. She's risked her life to fight him, just as brave Regulus did."

Kreacher hesitated but his eyes flickered up to Hermione. "The day the locket is destroyed," He said with a nod.

"We'll be in touch," Harry said to Sirius and gave the man a hug.

A short time later the two Potters found themselves back in the Shrieking Shack. They exited out the passageway under the Whomping Willow, only having to wait short time for a passing couple to clear the area before dashing out.

"We never did get breakfast," Harry grumbled.

"Are you starting to channel Ron now?" Hermione asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Uh...no but I am hungry."

Hermione looked at her watch, "We can go see if breakfast is still available. If it isn't we can go to the kitchen and grab something."

When they entered the Great Hall, there were still a small amount of people at every table eating. At the Gryffindor table a red head looked in their direction. When he saw who it was he came scurrying over to them.

"Hey guys, you'll never guess what rumor was started this morning," Ron said when he came up to them. "People are saying you two are a couple and were seen kissing in the common room," Ron shook his head in amusement. "Pretty stupid, isn't it?" He turned back toward the table. "If you haven't eaten yet, there's still food on the table."

"Ron," Harry called and when his old friend turned around. "It's true," Harry took Hermione's hand in his. "We are a couple. Hermione is my girlfriend."

"Oh come off of it," Ron chuckled. "I'm not falling for it. I've lived with my brothers for too long to fall for something like that."

"Shall we prove it to him?"

"Most definitely."

"Is there a rule about kissing in the Great Hall?"


Harry and Hermione demonstrated to Ron that without a doubt the rumors were true.

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