To Disappear Through Time | By : theladyrainey Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Sirius/Hermione Views: 8678 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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To Disappear Through Time
Chapter 2
"R-reveal yourself!" she stammered, hating her voice for sounding so weak. There was a pause before the swishing sound of fabric moving and there appeared the head of none other than Sirius Black, looking no different than the last she had seen him, years ago.
"Where is everyone, Hermione?"
Hermione couldn’t bring herself to reply. How could she when she couldn’t even breathe? Sirius noticed her distress and put out a hand to steady her.
“Easy now, love,” he soothed. He guided her over to the squashy sofa of the study and she sat down, still unable to believe her eyes. She breathed in deeply and tried to regain her composure but it seemed impossible. Seeing your best friend’s dead godfather standing solidly in front of you will do that to you. He was looking as he had during his confinement at Grimmauld Place during her sixth year, the bad times in which he had let himself go in his disgruntlement at being imprisoned yet again. He was unshaven with his hair brushing his collar. His clothing looked clean though, yet there was a slight scent of firewhiskey lingering on him.
Sirius walked around the study while he waited for her to calm herself, and seemed surprised to see that not much had changed within it.
Finally Hermione felt as though she could speak.
“Sirius. What are you doing? You’re – gone,” she said quietly.
Rather than replying in a jovial way as she had half-thought he would, he regarded her quite seriously as if he had expected as such.
“Gone as in dead?” he asked shortly.
“Well, we were never quite sure. You fell into a veil in the Department of Mysteries. They would never let us examine it nor tell us anymore about it, claiming that it was confidential. They just said you were –“
“Gone. I get it,” he finished. He sat down on the other end of the couch. It appeared that the news of his goneness was affecting him as well.
“How is Harry? And Remus? And everybody?” was his next question.
This is what Hermione had been dreading.
“Harry is fine, Sirius. He and Ginny are married and traveling around the world at the moment. Before you ask, I don’t know where he’s at or when he’ll be back.”
Sirius studied her for a moment but didn’t press it.
“Before I tell you more, you have to tell me why you’re here. Where did you come from? Or when, rather?”
Sirius reached into his shirt and pulled out an ornate looking Time-Turner. It looked differently than the one Hermione had used in her third year, heavier and not only thickly wrought with gold, but also embellished with jewels. Also it appeared more complex; there was the stationary outer ring, and then the inner plate that rotated, but it appeared that the hourglass itself also rotated.
“This was my great-grandfather’s, I believe,” Sirius said. “I don’t want to think about the possibilities it presented to my family, but it is what it is. I’ve been experimenting with it…”
He pointed to the hourglass.
“Rotating this takes you back through hours, just as a regular time-turner does. But it goes forward also. And the inner plate when rotated can take you back and forth through years.”
“Sirius! That is beyond dangerous! Propelling yourself into the future with no clue where you may end up! What if we had still been in the midst of a war, or if you had been seen by your future self!” she exclaimed.
As terrible as it sounded, it was actually refreshing to scold someone again, although it was probably simply the human interaction she was enjoying.
“That’s what the Invisibility cloak was for, until I was ordered to remove it,” he replied. “As for the war, I was hoping that ten years would be enough time for us to win it. We did win, I assume? Or are you hiding out?”
“It’s over. We won,” was Hermione’s only reply. She was hesitant to tell him any details, for fear that he would use the time-turner to go back and attempt to reclaim those who were lost. Especially Remus.
“Why are you here, Sirius? When did you come from?” she asked again.
“I came from November 1995. I was cooped up in this wretched house and was sick of it. So on a whim I decided to try this out and see what I would find. This wasn’t what I thought it would be.”
“When else have you gone?” Hermione asked, trying her best not to sound accusing.
Sirius looked to the ceiling, as though not looking at her would make his shenanigans less of an issue.
“I may have gone back to my Hogwarts days.”
“Sirius!”
“I was under the cloak!” he defended. “I just – I missed James. I kept my distance and stayed under the cloak and just watched. I had forgotten the time that we took Remus’s Potions book and charmed it so–“
Sirius stopped suddenly.
“Hermione, how is Remus?” he asked hesitantly.
Hermione sighed sadly.
“I’m so sorry, Sirius.”
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A/N: Sorry for short chapters! But I have to cut myself off or I'll ramble on forever. I plan on updating frequently though. This is unbeta-ed, anyone wanna volunteer? I'll love you forever. :D
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