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Timeless Pet	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 12296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Taking in the sights around her she saw snow and barren trees, but there was something familiar about the place. She pulled what little clothes she had on more tightly around her and tried to decide the best plan for survival in the cold winter night.
She had just determined to start marching through the snow when a pair of cloaked figures seemed to melt out of the shadows.
“By section 14 of the temporal protection act we are here to arrest you.” A cold gruff voice announced clearly.
“It’s just a girl.” The other said stepping forward and pushing back the hood of his cloak. “She’s in her night things.” He said before ripping off his cloak and wrapping it around her.
“She has used an unlicensed Time Turner.” the first said without pity.
“Well you can arrest her once we get her warmed up.” The kinder one argued.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to use it. I was given a permit, but I think it’s broken.” Hermione said as she held up the small shattered thing in a trembling hand.
The one who had taken his hood down gave his companion a reproachful look. “Come with us, we will have it all figured out.” He told her kindly. “Unfortunately we have to walk a bit to get deep enough into the forest to Apparate.” He told her as he rubbed her arms to try to get her warmed up.
“Forest? Apparate?” She asked dumbly for a moment. “Are we still on Hogwarts grounds?” She asked, a little relief in her voice.
“Not for long.” The cold one said. “We’re taking you to the Ministry.”
The kind one scooped her up and carried her bridal style the moment he notice she only had slippers on her feet. She wiggled in the man’s arms uncomfortable at being carried, but glad for the warmth.
“What department handles things like this?” She asked inwardly kicking herself for not already knowing the answer.
“Department of Mystery, we are Unspeakables.” The kind one said freely, gaining a grunt from his companion.
She looked at the man wide eyed. She had read about the Unspeakables, well the little there was written about them. Their jobs were shrouded in mystery and no one really knew what they did. They only knew that it was important and that it was safest not to ask. Her next question dawned in her mind and again she kicked herself for not thinking to ask it sooner.
“What year is it?”
The man carrying her said with a smile. “More importantly, when do you come from dear?”
“The twenty-fifth of December in the year nineteen, ninety-three Sir.” She reported honestly, both men stopped and looked at each other for a moment before walking a bit faster in the snow. She wasn’t sure when she had landed, but she was sure she was a good ways off from the cozy boy’s dorm with her two best friends. As they crested a hill in the calm winter night she got her last glimpse of the castle before she felt suddenly like she was being shoved through a garden hose ear first.
When they landed, the man set her down and she fell to her knees retching on cool black floors.
“Guess she’s never been on a side along before.” The cold man said impassively.
“Sorry dear, I should have thought to warn you.” The kind one said patting her back.
Hermione looked at the two full-grown wizards, she’d read about Apparition and decided that the descriptions of the oddness of the feeling did not do it justice. She got slowly to her feet, as the remainder of the contents of her stomach seemed to settle once again.
“Where are we?” She asked feeling very self-conscious of what she must look like with wind swept hair, wet slippers, and sick on her nightgown.
“You don’t need to know that.” The gruff man said as the nice one cleaned and dried her clothes with a flick of his wand.
“It isn’t up to us what happens to you.” The kind one said eyeing his partner as they guided her down the dark hallway. “The Director will decide what the best way forward is.”
“If it were up to me you would already be off to one of our cells in Azkaban.” The gruff one added as if she needed a reminder he was suspicious of her.
She swallowed hard as she looked around her while they walked. She thought over what she could do now, and everything around her screamed that she was at their complete mercy. She just hoped that this Director person was more like the kind one than the gruff one and would know a way to get her back to her own time.
The person behind the Director desk was nothing like she had imagined in the short time of knowing of the position. The slight woman couldn’t have been older than thirty-five and Hermione thought she would be shorter standing than she was sitting in the chair. She wasn’t at all the intimidating figure a title like The Director invoked.
“So you’re the one who set off our temporal alarms?” She asked in a strained voice that made Hermione swallow a lump in her throat. Okay more intimidating than she had thought.
“Y-yes Ma’am.” She pressed out, but Hermione was nervous and there was one thing that always happened when she was nervous in front of an authority figure, word vomit. “I didn’t mean to, you see it was Crookshanks my cat and he was chasing around Scabbars which is only natural because he’s a rat and that’s what cats and rats do right? It’s in one’s instinct to try to kill the other and it’s in everyone’s instinct to try and survive, but then Ron got into the mess and he was throwing all the packages at Crookshanks! I couldn’t just stand there and let that happen so I tried to stop him and that was when the enchanted snow globe that I had gotten for Harry was tossed and I tried to catch it but I tripped and it smashed against my chest where my time turner was and it still hurts I think I’m at least going to have a large bruise there and it broke my time turner and then these guys showed up and they wouldn’t really tell me…” She finally stopped when the Director cleared her throat.
“That is enough girl; I get the jest of your story.” She said and turned her gaze to them men. “When is she from?”
“She says she’s from Christmas nineteen, ninety-three, Ma’am.” The gruff one said like he didn’t believe a word of it.
The woman sighed and rubbed her eyes in thought. “We don’t have the power to send you back.” She told Hermione sadly. “If we did it would be a simple issue. So you have two options, we can send you to a colony of people such as yourself, away from magic and anything that could get you in trouble, or we can erase your mind of all future knowledge so it can not be used in this era.”
“When are we anyway?” she asked. She just had to know before she could make a choice like that. This was the past obviously from what she had seen, but with wizards, it was hard to place era, they always wore robes and she hadn’t had a chance to view any wizard technology. “Are you sure there’s no way back at all?”
The woman’s mouth tightened into a stressed frown. “None. You have traveled back fifty-three years; we have nothing that can make such a jump on purpose.”
“Fifty-three years?” She asked blinking at the woman as she let that thought settle over her. It was slow for Hermione and she blamed it completely on the recent shock. “You-Know-Who!” She said then felt ridiculous for saying it. “I mean, there is a great evil coming and we can stop it before it even…”
The Director silenced her with a stern look. “No. You cannot give us any future knowledge. When you were given a Time Turner you would have been told the laws of time travel.”
Hermione sighed, feeling that stopping Voldemort before he was even an adult would be worth breaking a few rules. Then it hit her, and the question was out of her mouth before she could even think it was unwise to ask it. “If I chose to have my memory erased, would I be going back to Hogwarts?”
The woman looked at her with suspicion at the sudden change in questions. “You are a magical child, we would make sure you could finish your education yes.”
“Than that is what I want.” She said nodding confirmation. Even if she didn’t have her memories, she knew she could do the most good if she could keep an eye on the young Tom Riddle herself.
The woman looked at her a moment longer to make sure Hermione was sure before nodding herself. “We will be doing a specialized ritual that will take away all memory, though the sense of memory will still be there. You’ll be able to relearn things you already knew very quickly. You shouldn’t have any problem catching up with the rest of your class at Hogwarts. What year were you in?”
“Third Ma’am.” Hermione said thickly, as she started to worry about all the things she would have to reread and relearn. “So I won’t even remember my family or friends?” She asked when the thought struck her.
The woman gave her a pitying look. “You’ll remember then in a more emotional way. You will remember that you had friends and family and they made you feel certain ways. You may even get flashes of faces or other details, but there will be no concrete memory. We have discovered that this is the kindest way.”
Hermione nodded slowly and swallowed again. “I don’t think I could do that other life, there’s still so much I don’t know.” She explained, knowing giving them her real reason would not be wise.
After that she was taken to a mostly empty room to get ready for the ritual that would be done. She sat on the floor and looked down at her wand in thought. She had to get a message to herself, something to remind her of her mission once she had lost all her memories. As she looked at the dirty bottom of her foot she got an idea.
She looked to the door before casting a heating charm she knew. It would make the tip of her wand hot enough to burn. Taking in a deep breath she stuffed her free wrist into her mouth to keep herself from screaming. Thinking of the shortest thing, she could write she whimpered as she burned the message into the bottom of her foot.
Tom R. = Evil
Once the ordeal was over she cast a strong numbing charm on her foot and slipped the slipper back on to her foot. She figured the charm would last at least a few days. She just hoped she would be away from the Unspeakables by then, hopefully it would be enough.
After all was said and done, she had no clue about what she had gone through that night. A nice man called an Unspeakable told her she was a time traveler and she had agreed to erase her memory so that she could live out her life in their time.
He explained to her that she was a witch and they had a cover story prepared for her as to why she was entering school so late. He explained much to her in that time and she soaked it in like a sponge grasping for knowledge as the whole world was new again.

This was the first night of her new life and the only thing she could remember from before was the smell of burning pine and frankincense.
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