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The Thief of Time	By : FifteenStitches Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Sirius/Hermione Views: 4400 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Thief of Time
II: Of Cats and Dogs
by
TinkWolfe
"Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations." - Faith Baldwin
As Hermione had predicted, it took a bit of convincing for Robert and Ivy Evans to believe that their daughters were indeed witches. Apparently, one day while the girls were in their Muggle primary school, a woman had come by to explain everything to the befuddled parents. Hermione could only assume it had been Professor McGonagall, and she was a little disappointed she hadn't been around to see her. The Hogwarts letters were all Lily could talk about, and Hermione had no problem discussing it with her and sharing knowing glances that their lives were about to change. She felt a pang in her chest whenever she thought about how excited Rose had been when she received her letters, but she pushed it aside. There was nothing she could do about it. Rose didn't exist in this new timeline. Hermione had spent many nights silently crying for her lost loved ones, but she managed to keep herself composed in the morning simply because she knew that this was her chance to save them all. She had a new family now, and every day that passed she found herself falling more in love with the Evans‘. In fact, she caught herself calling Robert and Ivy "Mum and Dad" in her head on quite a few occasions. Lily and Petunia were already her sisters, and Hermione was very protective over both of them, but especially of Lily, who reminded her so much of Harry. The transition into becoming Lily's 'twin' was easier than Hermione expected. Perhaps it was because of her likeness to Harry, but Hermione knew that it was also because Lily had the same temperament and love of knowledge that Hermione herself had.
Hermione couldn't help but notice, however, that Petunia seemed to be distancing herself from the girls. Lily noticed it too, but there was nothing they could do about it. Petunia hadn't been gifted with magic, unfortunately, and it irked her to see her sisters doing something extraordinary that she couldn't. The green-eyed pair tried to go back to the way it was before they received their letters, but as soon as magic or Hogwarts was brought up, Petunia would screech and demand that they didn't talk about that "nonsense."
The girls had gotten Petunia so mad, in fact, that one day while they were playing by the river, she turned her back on them and left. All Lily had done was make a branch dive into the water of a nearby creek, but Petunia wanted none of it and stormed off when Hermione tried to defend her twin.
"I didn't mean to upset her," Lily said, shrugging her shoulders and looking a little peeved. At first, Hermione and Lily had been sympathetic towards Petunia, but now it was just getting - for lack of a better word - annoying. Hermione believed that Lily didn't have to curb her talents simply because they made Petunia jealous.
"She'll get over it," Hermione responded, but stopped to take in her surroundings when she heard a twig snap in the distance. It was late spring, and the trees and flowers all around were in bloom. It certainly was beautiful, and Hermione was reminded of a movie that hadn't yet been made in this time. Legend had been one of her favourite movies, and she couldn't help but think of the forest from that movie when she looked around. The trees and leaves overhead blocked the sunlight for the most part, making the entire area shaded and cool. She could hear the river in the distance, but the most noticeable sound of water was the little creek she was only a few feet away from. The twig could've been snapped by any number of things, but Hermione was always on her guard. She moved closer to Lily, but didn't say anything about the noise, not wishing to frighten her. A rustling from the bushes drew Hermione's attention, and suddenly she had a funny feeling what - or who - was nearby.
"You might as well come out, I know you're here," Hermione said, hands on her hips, facing the bushes. Lily turned around and looked at her twin curiously, but Hermione silenced her with a glance and nodded her head towards the emerging figure.
Severus came out from his hiding spot, a bit pink in the cheeks from having been caught. Hermione was a little bemused that the boy was still spying. She couldn't be angry with him though, especially since she knew he had a crush on Lily, but still... It was a tad stalker-esque.
Lily was, of course, eleven, so she was quite shy, looking at Severus like she wanted to talk but didn't know how. Hermione was reminded so much of Harry in that moment that she had to fight away tears. Hermione had no such hesitations, and looked over towards the boy with a smile.
"I'm Hermione Evans, and this is my twin sister, Lily." He probably already knew that from watching them, but she felt it proper to make the introductions. His hair still looked as though it hadn't been washed, and he was pale and skinny, like he didn't eat much. Once again, he was wearing that overcoat, even though summer was in the air and the temperature was exceptionally high that day.
"I'm Severus Snape," he said in a small voice, and Hermione noticed that although he was polite to Hermione, his eyes lingered on Lily a little longer and the blush on his cheeks shone a little brighter. "Did you two..." he trailed off, obviously remembering how the last conversation they had went. "Did you two get any letters...?"
Hermione smiled and Lily nodded vigorously. "Yes, we did, Severus. You were right, we are witches," Lily said with an excited smile, and the three of them moved closer to each other, all thoughts of hesitancy forgotten.
"I told you, didn't I? You didn't believe me," Severus said with an equally excited smile, and Hermione was sad that she hadn't been able to experience any of Severus' smiles when she knew him before. Had he ever smiled after Lily was murdered? Hermione doubted it.
The thought of Lily dying twisted Hermione's insides and made her feel sick to her stomach. This Lily was her sister, and nothing was going to hurt her family. She simply wouldn't allow it. Hermione would rather die first.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't even realize that Severus and Lily had carried on a conversation. Lily was asking question after question about the wizarding world, and when the two sat down on the grass, Hermione remained standing. She already knew all of this information, and didn't wish to sit there and pretend to be fascinated by the details. Her eyes travelled over to where she and Lily had leaned their bikes against a tree. Looking at Severus, she knew he probably hadn't eaten much that day, so she decided to rectify that.
"I'm going to ride over to John's to get some food," Hermione said suddenly, cutting off Severus' tale of the four houses at Hogwarts. Lily made to get up and go with her, but Hermione shook her head, easing the look of disappointment on Severus' face. "No, you stay with Sev and find out everything so you can tell me later. I'll bring you two back something."
The nickname just rolled off her tongue, and she was slightly horrified on the inside by this whole situation. She really needed time to herself, and Lily seemed to understand, with that all-knowing stare. "Okay, Mione," said Lily, "bring me back some Maltesers?"
Hermione nodded and had to fight back a bewildered smile, knowing that Harry had loved Maltesers too, and always nicked them from Hermione when she had them. "Do you want anything, Sev?" Hermione asked, and he shook his head. She honestly wasn't expecting him to own up to actually being hungry. He seemed much too shy to ask for something. Hermione shrugged and threw her leg over her bicycle. With a brief wave to the pair, she sped off, nearly standing on the pedals to keep the bike balanced over the grassy area. It was only a fifteen minute bike ride to John's from where she was, but Hermione needed the time away.
Sometimes there were moments when this situation was just all too surreal. Like when she would notice Harry in Lily, or when this eleven-year-old Snape blushed and smiled. Harry had never known Lily, yet they were just alike in so many ways. Severus had been cruel to her and purposely embarrassed her on more than one occasion, yet seeing him now, she was bewildered that such a sweet, lonely boy had turned into such a bitter man. She wasn't quite sure how she would stop him from growing bitter, especially when Lily finally got with James, but she would try, for his sake. It would be such a shame for him to lose those timid smiles. Hermione hit a bump on the sidewalk and nearly lost her balance on the bike, but she laughed aloud when she regained it. She didn't even know what to get Sev, but she figured that mostly all kids loved the same things. It was still a little weird to be on such friendly terms with the eleven-year-old version of her former wicked Potions professor, but slightly amusing at the same time.
Hermione came to a stop ten minutes later, right in front of a small store. It looked a bit out of place considering it was surrounded by houses, but the old sign hanging on hinges above the windows was welcoming. JOHN'S was written in a across it in gold, and it looked quite weathered. There was a little table out front, big enough to fit only one or two people, and sitting there was an old man, reading a newspaper and sipping from a mug. She knew this to be John, the man who had originally opened the store all those years ago. His son, John Jr., ran it now, but everyone just called him Junior. Hermione had been to this neighbourhood store a hundred and one times, and she learned recently that her father had gone to school with Junior. It was no wonder the Evans and the Chandler's were on a first name basis.
"Can you watch my bike while I go in, Mister Chandler?" Hermione asked the friendly old man politely.
He squinted over his paper and nodded. "Of course, Hermione, take your time."
As soon as the bell above the door jingled, Hermione saw Junior walk out from the room behind the counter. It was a cosy little store, with shelves of household necessities as well as crisps, candy, and cold Coca Colas in vintage bottles.
"Hello, Hermione! How's my little girlfriend today?" he asked with a wink, leaning his arms on the counter. It was a known fact that, although he was old enough to be a father, Junior was handsome. A lot of the teenage girls hung out around the store just to try and flirt with him, but he took it all in stride and never let them think they had a chance. He was unmarried, and Hermione always wondered why that was. He had dark hair that fell over his blue-green eyes, a firm jaw and a friendly smile. His favourite past-time happened to be making the Evans girls blush.
Hermione, however, was unaffected, simply because she refused to blush like a school girl, even if he was cute. That made him try even harder.
"I dunno. If I bump into her, I'll ask." She couldn't stop the smirk on her face while she piled a few sodas and crisps on the counter. "Just how little is she?" she asked conversationally, while she placed a package of Maltesers on top of the pile.
Junior grinned and shook his head, muttering something about cheeky little girls. "How's the family? I'm surprised your other half isn't with you."
"They're good. Lily's with our new friend Severus. I just felt like taking a ride to the store. Could I have three turkey sandwiches, please?" she added before he started totalling up the items. There were jars of candy on the counter and she took a handful from a few and added it to the pile of junk food. Normally, the customers weren't allowed to reach in the jars themselves due to shoplifters, but the Evans were exempt from that rule.
Junior was already busying himself behind the counter, preparing the sandwiches the way he knew the girls liked them. "Severus, eh? That's an odd name. Is he her boyfriend?" he asked, exaggerating the last word in a teasing tone.
Hermione couldn't keep the smile from her face. "No! And don't tease her because she'll get mad at me for telling you. I'm eating these now," she added, showing him the bag of crisps she was opening. He waved her off, as if she didn't even have to tell him, and finished wrapping up the sandwiches.
"Don't worry, I shan't say a word. I wouldn't want to embarrass her." The mischievous grin he had did no convincing, and Hermione just shook her head, munching on her crisps. "Oh, make sure you tell your parents that we decided to do a little bake sale this coming Halloween, to raise some funds to repair that old empty house down the street. If they're interested in contributing, they're welcome to." He paused a moment to nick a crisp from her bag. "You and Lily could even make some of that fudge for me to hide on the side for later." He raised his brows innocently, but Hermione knew he meant it. The man was a sucker for the Evans girls' fudge.
"Lily and I won't be here in October," Hermione said, reaching in her pocket for the total. It was quite lower than she expected, but Junior had a habit of cutting down the prices for the girls.
"Why's that?" Junior asked, staring at her curiously while he pulled her change from the register.
"Well, Lily and I were accepted into a boarding school for the gifted." It wasn't a complete lie; it was more of a selective truth. "We'll only be home for Christmas and summer holidays starting this September."
Junior whistled, long and low, and put the change in her outstretched hand. "I always knew you and your sister were too smart for the rest of us cretins." Hermione laughed out loud at that, and handed Junior the nearly empty bag of crisps. There were only four or five left, and he helped himself when he knew she had had her fill. "How far away is it?" he asked, putting all four crisps in his mouth and tossing the bag in the rubbish.
"Scotland. But it's a very good school."
"I don't doubt it. With brains like yours, I'm sure you'll be at the top of your classes." He reached over and mussed her hair, and Hermione batted his hand away and grabbed the bag of purchases.
"See you later, Junior!" she said as she waved goodbye.
"Later, love." He winked, and Hermione had to turn her face away so he didn't see the heat rise in her cheeks. It shouldn't make her blush, but he was too charming for his own good. At least he hadn't seen it.
"Thanks for watching my bike, Mister Chandler," Hermione added to the old man outside while she put the brown bag in the basket attached to her bicycle. He sat out there in all kinds of weather, which Hermione silently commended him for. John Chandler had built that store himself, and she knew he absolutely loved it.
"Not a problem, Hermione. Be careful."
She waved as she rode away, taking in the neighbourhood on her way back to the creek. She loved the smell of fresh cut grass, and the scent was all around. Her and Lily's skin was such a pale shade of porcelain that they had to wear sun lotion when the sun was this strong, otherwise they burned quite exquisitely. Her pink sundress didn't really attract the rays, thankfully, but she knew Severus must be sweating in that black overcoat.
By the time she got back, however, Lily was gone and Severus was sitting by the creek. A big branch was broken and laying on the grass, and Hermione panicked. "Severus? Where's Lily? Is she alright?"
"She's fine. Your sister Petunia was spying on us and she fell, but she was okay. Lily left with her."
Hermione recalled this memory from Harry as well, only Severus had purposely broken the branch. She chose not to comment on that, though, because Severus looked truly sad.
"Oh, well, I got us lunch... it would be a shame to waste it." He looked at her curiously while she pulled the big brown bag out of the bike's basket, probably wondering why she didn't just go, too. Perhaps it was the motherly instinct in her, but she needed to cheer him up and get some food in his system.
The rest of her afternoon was spent laying by a creek with an eleven-year-old Severus Snape. Together, they polished off four colas, two bags of crisps, three sandwiches, and two big handfuls of chocolates. Hermione was just about ready to explode, but Severus looked quite satisfied. He had thanked her repeatedly, to the point where she had to tell him she would push him into the creek if he didn't let up. She still couldn’t quite believe that she was laying on the grass next to a young Professor Snape, talking about everything from Muggle music, to magic, to their home life. He had gone on and on, telling her about Hogwarts and the subjects they would learn, Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, magical creatures and Quidditch. She sat through it all patiently, knowing he didn't get to converse with kids his age very often. It took some serious prying, but Hermione found out that his parents fought a lot, and they didn't have much money because his dad drank a bit. By 'a bit,' Hermione assumed he meant a lot. And when he said they fought, Hermione had the feeling it got physical. She made no comments, only offering a lame "I'm sorry," because she couldn't think of anything comforting to say. She was glad he was comfortable with her, enough that he had finally taken off that overcoat earlier while they ate.
"At least you'll be off to Hogwarts soon," she reminded, flashing him a smile.
"I know," he nodded eagerly, draining the last of his cola. "I can't wait. I hope you and Lily are in Slytherin."
Hermione winced. She would rather tie a cement block around her foot and jump into the river than end up in Slytherin, but she nodded. "Maybe we will be." This was a blatant lie, because she knew that she and Lily would end up in Gryffindor, but she didn't have the heart to crush his hopes. She glanced up through the trees and noticed that it had to be pretty late. She stood up and brushed off the dirt from the back of her legs. "I've gotta get home before dinner, Sev," she told him in an apologetic tone.
"Oh... alright, Hermione," he said, standing up. He helped Hermione pile the empty bottles and wrappers into the brown bag, and walked over with her to her bike. Hermione wasn't a litter bug, and had no intentions of leaving their rubbish lying around. She put the paper bag in the basket of her bike, figuring she would just throw it out when she got home.
"How far away do you live?" she inquired, mounting her bike.
"A little ways away. It's about a ten minute walk..." he seemed abashed to admit that, and she knew why. Spinners End was in the poor part of town, but Hermione didn't think he had anything to be ashamed of.
"Well, get on the bike pegs. I'll take you over there," she said, nodding her head towards the back of the bicycle. Severus looked unsure, but zipped up his coat and stood on the back pegs nonetheless. Hermione instructed him to hold onto her shoulders and stand still, and he did as he was told.
Minutes later, they were speeding down the sidewalks. Severus actually laughed a few times, whenever Hermione turned a corner according to his directions. When they got to his house, he jumped down from the pegs with a huge grin. Hermione's breath hitched a moment, and tears nearly threatened to surface on her eyes, but she kept them at bay. This Snape was so drastically different from the one she had known.
Eileen Snape was sitting on the front steps, watching the pair curiously. Severus obviously didn't have many friends from the way she was looking at Hermione, if he even had any at all.
"Well, bye, Hermione," Severus said, nearly reverting back to being shy. "Thanks for lunch and everything..."
Hermione smiled and shrugged. "It was no problem."
The pale, black-haired boy timidly smiled and waved before turning around, walking towards his mother.
"Hey, Sev?" Hermione called as she turned her bike around the way she had came.
"Yeah?" he asked, looking surprised that she had something else to say to him.
"What are you doing tomorrow afternoon?"
The grateful look on his face was enough to keep her smiling for the rest of the day.
The weeks flew by. Summer came, and Hermione and Lily spent their days hanging out with Severus, who was a surprisingly kind-hearted boy. Petunia stayed clear of them, instead choosing to go over to Marge Dursley's house whenever Severus came over. They introduced him to their parents and when he was finally comfortable enough, he came over their house practically every day. Some days they would go exploring the neighbourhood, while others they would just stay at the Evans’ home. They went in the pool on really hot days while Robert barbecued, or they lounged around inside in the air conditioning and played board games. This young version of Severus was wonderful, and so unlike the one Hermione knew once upon a time. He was clever and witty, generous and kind-hearted. The years would change him so much. She hoped that, this time around, she would be able to help him keep as much of himself as possible, before he lost it all to Voldemort.
Finally, in the third week of August, the day came to go shopping in Diagon Alley. Severus and Lily had been talking about it non-stop for a week, and even Robert and Ivy looked liked they were eager to see this magical place. Petunia looked put-out while she ate her eggs at breakfast, but their father had made it clear that Petunia couldn't be left home alone, so she had to accompany them. Hermione was fiddling with the locket around her neck, anxious to go. In her time, most of the wizarding families put off school shopping until the end of August, and she hoped that wasn't the case in this time. Voldemort probably wasn't snatching Muggles off the streets of Diagon Alley, but Hermione was still wary to be in a large crowd, where she could easily lose track of her family.
Her family. It was who they were now, and Hermione wouldn't let anything happen to them.
A knock came on the back door and Lily practically leapt up from her seat and ran for it. From the kitchen table, they could see the outline of a tall figure and a shorter figure. Lily swung the door open and grinned at Severus, who was standing there with his mother. Since Eileen was a witch, she had agreed to go to Diagon with the Evans when she took Severus for his school supplies. Eileen was thin, sallow, and sour-looking, but she wasn't as unpleasant as Hermione thought she would be. She kept to herself and didn't really talk much unless it was necessary. Ivy was already collecting the dishes and putting them in the sink while Robert grabbed his car keys. It was hot that day, so Hermione and Lily just wore denim shorts, trainers, and t-shirts. The girls had put their money together and bought Severus a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, which Hermione was happy to see he was wearing today. At least he wouldn't have to put on that unbearably hot coat just to hide his clothes.
"Ready?" Eileen asked, indifferently. Lily and Severus nodded eagerly, Hermione and her parents smiled, and Petunia looked curious, but tried to mask it behind annoyance.
The ride over to Charing Cross Road was uneventful, especially since the adults and Petunia sat in awkward silence while Hermione, Lily, and Severus whispered about what they had to look forward to that day.
When the family van pulled up to the area that Eileen indicated was the Leaky Cauldron, Petunia, Ivy, and Robert looked around, bewildered. They could see nothing of the sort, but Hermione, Lily, and Severus were already hopping out of the car. By the time they were all finally in the Leaky Cauldron, Hermione breathed in a great gust of air through her nose, taking in the scents. It smelled like an old pub: whiskey, sweat, and something that may or may not be kitty tinkle. It was rank, but it was wonderful, and she could practically feel the magic in the air.
Eileen was already leading the Evans through the tables and to the back door of the Leaky Cauldron, and Hermione noticed a much younger Tom nodding politely to them as they passed.
"Hi, I'm Hermione Evans," she said, stopping briefly to shake his hand. He looked a little surprised. The others had already gone through the back door, but Hermione didn't rush after them. It was never too early to start making friends and connections, especially if she planned on taking down the darkest wizard of all time in a few years.
"Nice to meet you, Miss Evans," he said, shaking her hand. "My name is Tom."
"Call me Hermione, Tom." She grinned, waving a fast goodbye while she walked quickly out into the little courtyard. The bricks were already separating to make an entryway, and everyone but Eileen, Severus and Hermione were staring at it in awe. The familiar street that was revealed made her stomach flutter excitedly, and she held no objections when Lily grabbed her hand and pulled her and Severus towards it. Eileen chose to stay behind at the Leaky, but Robert and Ivy didn't mind. In fact, they looked a little relieved that her sombre company wouldn't ruin the trip.
The crowds were large, but they managed to stay close to one another. Hermione found it amusing to watch both her parents and her sisters swivelling their heads back and forth, trying to take it all in at once. Their first stop was Gringotts, where Severus visited the Prince vault (he only came back with a very small pouch, and Hermione couldn't help but feel for him), and Robert traded in Muggle money for wizarding money. Hermione spotted Griphook, and had an urge to kick him when unbidden images of him running away with the sword of Gryffindor came to mind, but managed to refrain.
They finally left the bank, and Hermione said she wanted to go get her wand before they did anything else; Severus and Lily agreed whole-heartedly. They reached the shabby little shop with a window display of a single wand resting on a purple cushion, and Hermione took the lead, pushing open the door covered in peeling gold letters. It had taken forever to drag her parents away from the street vendors, whom Hermione knew to be nothing but con artists trying to sell faulty items.
Mr. Ollivander looked the same as he had when Hermione had first seen him, although his face was a little less lined. He smiled politely and looked at the three children before him, and Hermione noticed he skimmed right over Petunia like she wasn't there. Could he tell which ones were magical?
"Can I go first?" Lily asked them, and Severus nodded, always willing to acquiesce for her. Hermione nodded reluctantly, but knew this was a momentous occasion for her.
"And what's your name, my dear?" Mr. Ollivander asked her while Summoning his measuring tape.
"Lily Evans," she said shyly, and Mr. Ollivander nodded and went to work, measuring her wand arm and other random parts. They went through four wands, until finally, Lily wrapped her fingers around a ten and a quarter inch willow and unicorn hair, causing silver sparks to erupt from the tip. Ivy cried out in surprise, and Severus clapped enthusiastically. Hermione caught the look of jealousy on Petunia's face before the girl was able to switch to a more impassive demeanour.
She let Severus go next, but Mr. Ollivander found his wand on the second try. Ebony and thestral hair, eleven and a half inches.
"And your name, young lady?" Mr. Ollivander asked when Severus jumped down from the stepping stool he was standing on. Hermione grinned and moved up to take Severus' place, reaching out to shake Ollivander's hand.
"Hermione Evans," she said in a calm voice, quite unlike the shy tones the previous two children had. Robert chuckled from a few feet away, and Mr. Ollivander shook her hand politely.
"Extend your wand arm, please."
She held her right arm up and Ollivander started measuring. Fingertip to shoulder, nose to feet, ear to ear, and eyes to knees. A moment later he was walking off to the many shelves piled with boxes upon boxes. He handed one to her, calling off its name, but Hermione was barely listening because she knew it wasn't hers. Again and again, Ollivander snatched a wand away only to replace it with another, but after nine attempts, a wand still hadn't chosen her.
"No worries, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere," he said, more to himself than to Hermione.
"Maybe it's a mistake and Hermione's not really magical," said Petunia, whom Hermione had forgotten was there until she made her remark. Robert and Ivy scolded her with disapproving looks.
"No, no, she is most certainly magical," Mr. Ollivander said, emerging from behind a shelf. "Vine and dragon heartstring, ten and three quarter inches," he added, holding out the wand for Hermione to take. Her stomach was doing flip-flops. This was her wand. A witch without her wand was a sad feeling indeed, and as she reached out to grab it, she was excited that she was about to feel that familiar warmth. Her fingers wrapped around it and she held it up, bringing it down with a swish.
Nothing.
Her eyes widened and she tried again, but Ollivander was already yanking the wand away from her and heading over to find another. She kept glancing around, bewildered, but tried to keep her expression calm. That was her wand! Why hadn't it worked?
"Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches," said Ollivander, holding out an all too familiar wand. No, that was Harry's wand, not hers. "Come on, child," Ollivander urged, motioning for her to take it when she hesitated. She reached out for it and had to force her hands to stay steady, for they threatened to tremble. Harry's wand had been detrimental against Voldemort...
Hermione wrapped her finger around the wand and lifted it. She knew, almost immediately, that this wand had chosen her this time around. The warmth spread from her fingertips to her shoulder, and she raised it above her head and brought it swishing down. Vibrant gold and red sparks shot from the tip, illuminating the dim, dusty shop for a few moments.
"Wonderful!" Ollivander said over Lily and Severus' clapping. "I knew we would find a match sooner or later. Very curious," he added that last part low, staring into Hermione's eyes. She smiled with nonchalance she didn't feel and hopped down off the stool. The old man took the wand and placed it carefully back in its box, tying a ribbon around it as he had done with the others. Robert Evans laid out twelve gold Galleons for the wands, and Severus put down six from the tiny bag he had gotten from Gringotts. Ollivander took the money and passed the boxes over to Robert, who was the unofficial bag-carrier. Hermione couldn't help but notice Ollivander pull a quill, inkpot, and parchment out from the depths of the other side of the counter.
"We could go to Madam Malkin's next, to get fitted for our robes. That way we can get it over with," Severus said to Robert, and Hermione's father nodded in agreement. The boys most definitely did not want to spend the entire day in a robe shop. Ivy and Robert ushered the girls out. Petunia stared longingly at the wands, but followed quietly. As Hermione passed Ollivander, however, she noticed he was writing some sort of letter. She was only able to catch a few words, but the ones that stuck out the most were: Albus, I thought you would be interested to know...
It seemed that Albus Dumbledore was going to notice Hermione Evans earlier than expected, since Ollivander was most likely writing to the Headmaster to tell him about the other wand having been sold.
"Daddy?" Hermione pulled lightly on her father's shirt, and he glanced down at her with a smile.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Why don't you and I go to the bookstore while Mummy takes Lily and Sev to the robe shop? It looks like there's a crowd," she added, pointing down towards what she knew to be Flourish and Blotts.
Robert furrowed his brows. "But you have to get fitted too, love."
"Yes, but you know Mummy and Lily are going to want to look around. If you and I go to the bookstore, they have a chance to do that and we won't have to stand around. Then, you can take me to get fitted while they pick up the stuff we need at the cauldron shop." Hermione didn't really want to browse through Madam Malkin's; she was never really that much of a girly girl.
"I think it might be better if we stick together. Severus knows his way around, we don't," her father said, although he looked like he wanted to go along with her idea.
"Don't worry, Daddy," Hermione implored, giving him an innocent smile. "We'll be fine."
Robert gave her an amused look, but tapped Ivy on the shoulder and told her the new plan nonetheless. They all agreed to meet up at the ice cream shoppe when they were finished, and after Severus handed Robert a few Galleons, Hermione headed over to Flourish and Blotts with her father.
The store wasn't as crowded as she originally thought, which she was thankful for. Help arrived right away, and Robert handed the list over to the man and said he needed three of each.
"A copy of Hogwarts, A History, too, please!" said Hermione, and the man nodded his head as he walked away.
This gave the pair time to browse, and Hermione headed upstairs to look around. Her eyes were examining the shelves most carefully, looking for anything that might peak her interest. She knew Robert Evans would never deny his daughter anything in his power to get, especially a few books, but Hermione was a bit disappointed. She had read most of them already, and the rest were uninteresting.
Hermione wasn't looking where she was going, and she backed up right into someone.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" said Hermione. "I wasn't looking where I was going!"
"Quite alright, dear," the woman she had bumped into said. "No harm done."
She looked to be about Hermione's mother's age, although that gave nothing away since witches and wizards aged differently than Muggles. Her hair was long and light brown, held off her face with a pretty silver clip. She wore plain black robes that looked like they had seen better days. Her eyes were brown and welcoming, and she had a friendly smile on her plump face.
"Mum," a boy's voice called, and Hermione heard footsteps climbing the stairs. "D'you think we can go home soon? I'm still a little tired from the other day."
It was then that the boy noticed his mother wasn't alone, and his cheeks tinged pink when he saw Hermione.
She had to do a triple take, but eventually it sunk in that she was looking at an eleven-year-old Remus Lupin. He had his mother's light brown hair, but startling amber eyes. His skin was pale and he did look pretty tired, which was probably because the full moon had only passed three days prior. He already had a few scars across his face, but she could barely notice them in his youthfulness.
"Are you starting Hogwarts as well?" Mrs. Lupin asked Hermione, since her son seemed to be too shy to talk.
"Yes, ma'am," Hermione confirmed, giving her a pleasant smile. "My dad's downstairs getting our books, and my twin sister is at Malkin's getting fitted for robes."
Mrs. Lupin probably already knew she was Muggle-born from the clothes she was wearing, so she didn't feel the need to mention it. Remus was still looking at her like she was actually a dancing hippogriff in a pink tutu, and Hermione got the impression that he either didn't have many friends, or hadn't been around a lot of girls his age.
"Hermione Evans," she said, holding out her hand to the young boy.
He hesitated only a moment before he shook it, and mumbled words that Hermione couldn't catch.
"Speak up," said Mrs. Lupin, watching the exchange with a smile.
"Remus Lupin," he said a little louder, and his ears turned a little pink at the reprimand.
"I'm almost done, Remmikins, I've only got to find four more for you," Mrs. Lupin finally answered his first question, and at that point, his ears seemed to glow a fluorescent colour. "You can wait downstairs for me if you like."
Hermione pretended not to hear the nickname, for the sake of letting him keep his dignity. "C'mon," she motioned him to follow her as she made her way to the stairs. "Nice meeting you, Mrs. Lupin!" she said over her shoulder, and Mrs. Lupin waved her fingers at her.
"You too, Hermione, dear."
Remus went down the stairs with her silently, looking quite awkward. She knew once he became a Marauder, his confidence would raise exponentially. He would always be a little quiet, but it wouldn't be this severe.
Hermione, on the other hand, was quite pleased with herself. She had made quite a few connections so far today, and made sure people knew her name. It was a Muggle business technique she had learned from her old family. You had to make a lot of friends to get to the top. Harry had the fortune of having people already know and admire him as The-Boy-Who-Lived.
Hermione had to work a little harder for it, but it wasn't an impossible feat.
"So, what house do you think you'll get into at Hogwarts?" asked Hermione, trying to break the awkward silence.
"I dunno," Remus said to the floor, shrugging his shoulder with his hands in the pockets of his robes. "My dad was in Ravenclaw and my mum was in Hufflepuff, so probably one of those. You?" he added that last bit so low, she had barely caught it.
"Oh, well my sister and I are Muggle-born, so I'm not really sure. Our friend Severus wants us to get into Slytherin, but just between you and I... I think Gryffindor suits me much better."
The conversation had finally brought the timidity out of Remus for the most part, and he looked up at her curiously. "Why's that?"
"It's where the brave of heart, daring, and loyal get sorted into," she answered matter-of-factly.
"That does sound pretty cool," Remus admitted, finally giving Hermione a smile.
"Maybe you'll get in," she said, just as her father walked up to them, quite red in the face from carrying three bags full of eight books each.
"Oh, my dear man," said a woman from the staircase, whom Hermione recognized as Mrs. Lupin. "Let me help you with those," she admonished, and Robert opened his mouth to protest.
She had already whipped her wand out and tapped each bag, using what Hermione suspected to be a Feather-Weight Charm.
"Wow," said Robert, glancing down at the bags. "That's amazing! Thank you!"
Mrs. Lupin waved off the thanks, insisting it was no trouble, and after the parents were introduced, Hermione's father asked if she was ready to go.
"Yes, Daddy," she answered, waving to Remus and his mother. "Bye, Mrs. Lupin. See you on the train, Remus."
"See you, Hermione," said Remus, looking a little disappointed she had to go. Mrs. Lupin waved and guided her son towards the clerk, and Hermione stepped out into the afternoon sun.
By the time Hermione and her father reached Madam Malkin's, Lily and Severus must have already been fitted because they were no longer there. She did as she was told, standing up on the stepping stool while Madam Malkin's tape measurer moved on its own. Robert watched in fascination as the tape darted around and a quill recorded the measurements that Malkin dictated to it.
The door jingled and a regal looking man stepped through. His hair was grey with a big patch of off-centred black, though it suited him quite nicely. Hermione could tell that he had once been extremely handsome, and even now in his old age, he was still quite good-looking. His deep purple robes looked expensive and well-tailored, and he walked with an air that only an aristocrat could manage. His eyes were a most startling shade of blue, pale in the sunlight, but deeper in colour when he stepped into the shade of the store. And trailing behind him was a miniature version of him, only with a full head of black hair and grey eyes. The boy could be no more than twelve, but his robes looked just as expensive, and he walked with that same air. It was reminiscent of they way Draco Malfoy carried himself, only this boy looked approachable and had a genuinely friendly face. He looked familiar, especially when he looked around the store as if he'd seen it all before; all the while letting his dark hair fall into his eyes with a casual elegance.
"Can we go to Gambol and Japes after this, Uncle Alphard?" the boy asked, looking up at his tall uncle.
Uncle Alphard? Where had she heard that name before...?
The old man chuckled. "We'll see. The last time I took you there your mother nearly tossed an Avada at me for getting you those fireworks. Apparently you set them free in the lounge while she was trying to take her afternoon nap..." The man didn't seem to sound too concerned; in fact his tone was quite amused. The boy had a look of pure innocence, but Hermione could see the mischief in his grey eyes.
The pair seemed to finally notice there were other people in the store, and the man called Alphard looked down at where Robert was sitting on a stool, watching Malkin work. They nodded politely to one another, and Alphard reached out to shake Robert's hand. Hermione nearly winced, because her father stayed sitting while he shook the man's hand. Wizards held on to proper manners from centuries ago; standing up when meeting someone new, opening doors for ladies and rising when a woman enters the room, etcetera.
Alphard didn't seem to mind. "Alphard Black," he said, and he sat down in the stool next to Hermione's father.
"Robert Evans," her father replied, but Hermione wasn't listening to the small talk anymore.
Black?
Her eyes widened, and suddenly it clicked. Alphard had been Sirius' favourite uncle... So that meant...
"Hey." The boy cut off her thought process. She had been so lost in her thoughts, she hadn't even seen him walk closer while the adults talked.
"Are you starting Hogwarts?" he asked, raising his brows curiously. Now that he was up close, there was no doubt in her mind that this was Harry's godfather. He looked different in his youth, not old and battered from his years in Azkaban. She could tell that he would grow to be quite handsome.
It was strange, meeting both Remus and Sirius in the same day. She only hoped she didn't run into James as well... Hermione didn't think she could handle seeing Harry's face on him today.
"Yes. Are you?" she questioned, even though she knew the answer already. Sirius didn't seem to be shy at all, unlike the other eleven-year-olds she had met so far.
"Yeah. I can't wait," he grinned, leaning against the mirrored wall right by her. "My name's Sirius Black, by the way."
"Hermione Evans," she said, while Malkin draped black cloth over her shoulder and started tailoring it with her wand.
"You're a Muggle-born, right?" he asked, and Hermione glanced up sharply. Had he been prejudiced before he went to Hogwarts, only later changed by his Gryffindor status?
"Yes," she answered, and there was a little bit of a bite in her tone.
His brows raised and he put his hands up, shaking his head to let her know he hadn't meant any disrespect. "It's alright, I'm not one of those wizards. I don't care if you're Muggle-born. I was just curious."
Hermione felt a pang of guilt for thinking Sirius capable of ever believing in blood status. "I'm sorry," she started to apologize for giving him a bit of an attitude.
"It's all right," he cut her off with a small smile. "I can understand why you would be on guard, especially in these times... And especially because of my surname..." he trailed off, looking decidedly uncomfortable. Hermione was fully aware that he hated most of his family, but this was a different time, and Sirius didn't know her.
"Is that your dad?" she asked, nodding towards the man conversing with her father.
"No," he shook his head with an easy grin, and she could see his shoulders relax after the conversation took a lighter tone. "That's my Uncle Alphard."
She nodded her head, lifting her arms when instructed by Malkin. Her fingertips were still pointed towards the ceiling when she asked, "Is he here with you to take you shopping for school?"
"Yes, I usually do all my shopping with him. My mum says I cause too much mischief for her to spend a whole day with." Oddly enough, he didn't seem upset by that statement. In fact, he looked rather proud. He was quick to change the subject though, since he obviously didn't want to linger on a conversation about his mother. "Have you learned about the houses at Hogwarts?"
"Mhm," she said, finally hopping down off the stepping stool. It seemed all the kids could talk about was Hogwarts. She couldn't blame them, really, since she had probably nattered on about it too, her first time around.
"Which one do you think you'll be in?" he asked, standing up on the stool Hermione had just vacated. She watched as he held his arms out on both sides while the tape-measurer did its magical little dance.
"Gryffindor," she said without hesitation. "Although, I haven't told my sister that yet," she added with a guilty tone. She was still humouring Lily and Severus, nodding along whenever they mentioned that they hoped they were in Slytherin.
"Sister?" he asked, curiously.
"My twin sister, Lily. She's magic as well. We have a friend who talks about Slytherin non-stop, so she wants to get into it, too..." It was well-known that Muggle-borns didn't get into Slytherin, but of course, Lily didn't know that, and Hermione wasn't supposed to know that either. The look on Sirius' face said it all, though, but he kept quiet.
"You seem like a Gryffindor," he said, holding his arms up the way Hermione had a few minutes before. She couldn't help the proud smile that lit up her face, and Sirius started laughing. "Definitely a Gryffindor," he added.
"And which are you, Mister Black?" she asked in mock formality, but his smile turned unsure.
"My entire family has been in Slytherin, so..." he shrugged, trying and failing to make it seem like it didn't matter.
"You're not them, Sirius," she admonished, putting her hands on her hips. "You can get into any house you want."
Robert stood up, finally noticing that Hermione was done, and he was currently saying goodbye to Sirius' uncle and shaking his hand.
"I don't think that's possible," Sirius replied.
"Come on, Hermione, we've got to meet your mother and sisters," Robert called from the door he was currently holding open. Madam Malkin was putting a bag of coins away that Hermione's father had given her, and Sirius and Hermione were left alone in the corner for a moment.
"Anything's possible if you've got enough nerve," she said simply, before she turned and walked towards her father.
"Hey, how am I gonna be able to tell you apart from your twin?" Sirius called after her, and when she looked back, he was staring at her with an indecipherable expression.
"We're fraternal. She's a redhead and she looks a bit different... Bye, Sirius!" She waved goodbye, and the glass door shut just as he called a goodbye back to her. She took her father's offered hand while they walked down the street, needing the comforting feeling it brought. This trip to Diagon was something she had been looking forward to, but now that she had bumped into two ghosts from her past - both still unscathed by the harsh world and so unlike the ones she had known before - she felt tired, both emotionally and physically.
They were on their way to Florean Fortescue's to meet the others like agreed, but were surprised when their names were called from across the cobblestone alley. Ivy, Lily, Severus, and a grumpy Petunia crossed to meet them, all eating from their own sundaes. Lily held an extra one, which she handed to Hermione, and Ivy gave the extra one she held to Robert. Hermione wasted no time spooning some of it into her mouth. It may have been clichéd, but she was a girl, and ice cream did work wonders when she was feeling down.
A loud noise caught her attention from one of the packages that Ivy held. Hermione noticed it looked a bit like a cage with a small towel draped over it.
"What's that, Mum?" she asked, pointing towards the package of noise.
"Oh, right," said Ivy, obviously just remembering she held it. She looked up at her husband, addressing him instead. "Lily picked out an owl so she could keep in contact with us. We were going to get Hermione one too, but we figured she may want to pick one out on her own."
Hermione glanced at Petunia, who had tossed the rest of her sundae in the nearest rubbish bin. The ice cream was delicious, Hermione knew, but she had a feeling Petunia was feeling a bit resentful about anything that came from the magical world. Lily was nearly done with her sundae, and Severus had already polished his off. He looked like all his Christmases had come early, standing there with the Evans. Hermione was reminded of Harry, when he would visit the Weasleys.
"Want the rest, Sev?" Hermione asked, handing him the uneaten half of her sundae. She had eaten it way too fast, and her brain was now frozen over like a broken ice box. He took it without hesitation, and Hermione was struck by this other odd moment. Severus Snape had no hesitations with sharing a spoon with her... This really did get surreal at the oddest moments.
Lily caught her eye and they smiled at one another, and Hermione could see the excitement in her sister's eyes. She tried to mirror it and must have succeeded, because Lily walked over and looped her arm with Hermione's. "Eeylops has the most beautiful owls," said Lily, lifting the towel around the cage so Hermione could see. Inside was a snowy owl, though it didn't resemble Hedwig very much. It was still beautiful, but Hedwig had been completely white, while this one had black in various places, including a ring of black around one eye. "I'm thinking of naming him Ringo..." she said with a grin, making Hermione laugh. The Beatles had broken up a few months previous, but Lily and Ivy still had hope that they would get back together.
"Lets go, then," Robert said, pointing towards Eeylops.
Petunia made a noise of protest, dragging her feet like a temperamental child. "I don't want to go back there."
Her father started to turn to tell her to curb the attitude, but Hermione spoke up. "Can we go to the Magical Menagerie?" she asked. "I know they don't sell owls, but the paper said I could have a cat..."
"Well how will you keep in touch with us, love?" Robert asked.
Hermione looked over at Lily, and as if on cue, her redheaded sister jumped in to guarantee her sister got a kitty. "She can just use Ringo, I don't mind."
It took a few more minutes of persuasion, but their parents agreed. They headed back towards the direction of the looming bank Gringotts, where the Magical Menagerie would be sitting quaintly in its shadow. Severus was walking next to Lily, but Lily still had her arm linked with Hermione's.
"Thanks, Lils," she said under her breath, and Lily grinned. Hermione hadn't bought Crookshanks for another two decades, give or take a few years, so it wouldn't hurt to get another cat now. She planned on going back for Crooks when he was there.
The Evans and Severus stood outside the Menagerie. Robert took a moment to adjust the bags he held, since he had taken all of the packages his wife had been carrying. Ivy still held the owl cage, but Robert held all of Hermione, Lily, and Severus' school supplies.
Gambol and Japes was right next door, and Hermione was surprised to see Sirius exiting with his uncle. A big bag was in his hand, and Hermione could see the unmistakeable shape of fireworks in it, as well as some other shapes that left Hermione with no doubt that whatever it was would cause mischief. A brief flash of Fred and George passed through her mind, before her heart ached a bit for the latter. She couldn't imagine losing Lily now, and knew that George must've felt like he lost a piece of his soul when Fred died.
She wouldn't let that happen this time around.
Sirius glanced up as he and his uncle headed towards Ollivanders and grinned, waving to Hermione.
Hermione smiled and waved back, and she saw him mouth See you on the train.
"Who are they?" both Lily and Severus asked Hermione after she mouthed See you then back to the regal child. He was so sweet, and it was a shame he had to go back to that horrible house she knew he loathed. At least Alphard had armed him with ammo.
"The boy was Sirius Black, and the man was his Uncle Alphard. He's just a friend I made at Malkins..." She brushed it off and pushed open the door to the Menagerie, but Severus caught up with her and Lily.
"Black?" Severus asked, raising his thick, black eyebrows. "His whole family are Slytherins! They're one of the most ancient lines of wizards!" He spread his thin arms to exaggerate his point. "He's up to a giant's eyes in Galleons! How did he act? Was he nice?"
Hermione widened her eyes, taken aback by the longing in Severus' voice. She knew that the verbal fight on the train would be inevitable, and now she realized that Sirius' words had hurt Severus so much because Severus had wanted to be his friend...
Hermione couldn't -- wouldn't -- tamper. Severus had to be enemies with Sirius and James. It was what drove him apart from them and made him side with the Slytherins. Otherwise, who knew what could've happened? Lily could've ended up with Severus, and Harry James Potter would never be. Hermione cared for Severus, but, unfortunately, there was no way she was risking Harry. Severus, James, and Sirius would have their words on the train the following week, and Hermione would let it happen. She didn't like it, but it had to be done.
"He was very nice," Hermione said, sharing a glance with Lily. She knew that her twin was put out by Severus' behaviour too, but they both kept quiet. Their parents were staring at Puffskeins, petting the custard-coloured furballs. Petunia was over on the other side of the store, looking at the fire-safe tanks filled with big tortoises with jewelled shells. She was trying to look as uninterested as possible while she browsed the fire crabs, but Hermione knew she was enraptured.
"Look over there, Mione," said Lily, pointing towards the counter of the dim shop. A bespectacled witch was showing a man and his child the new kittens, and Hermione could hear the mewing from where she stood.
"Did he talk to you first, or did you talk to him?" Severus asked as they walked towards the giant, box-like cage of kittens. The top was opened while the other customers peered down, and Hermione saw there were only two left. The cage cast shadows over them, and they were hard to see, so the man reached down to pick one up to show his curious child.
"He talked to me first," Hermione said with a slight roll of her eyes, but jerked back a little when the man reaching into the box yelped. One of the cats from below hissed and the man clutched his wrist. Three bloody scratches were trailed down the back of his hand, and Hermione knew that had to smart.
"The bloody thing attacked me!" The man said, and the woman behind the counter nodded as if it had been a possibility all along.
"Yes, I thought it might. That kitten has attacked everyone that tried to pick it up," the witch said, shrugging her shoulders.
"Who would want it anyway?" the man said, glancing down. "It's the ugliest thing I've ever seen." He wasted no time in picking up the friendlier cat, and held it out for his son to see if he wanted it.
"That one's name is Solomon," the witch said to the boy, pushing her big black glasses up her nose.
Hermione glared at the man, since the kitten was probably just frightened. She subtly pushed him aside with the help of Lily.
"Did you tell him you were a Muggle-born?" inquired Severus, and Hermione had to refrain herself from smacking him upside the head. He was only eleven, after all, so he didn't realize how annoying he was being.
Hermione peered down into the cat cage at the remaining kitten, and had to bite back her gasp. It was an orange, fluffy tuft of fur, no more than six months old. His face looked squashed, like he had run face first into a wall, and he had a bottlebrush tail, bandy little legs, and jewel green eyes.
"This one?" she asked the witch, looking up anxiously. "What's this one's name?"
The woman picked off cat fur from her robes, and looked down at Hermione curiously. "We've been calling him Crookshanks, but he's not very friendly, and --"
Hermione wasn't listening. She reached down into the cage and held out her hands, letting this kitten version of her beloved Crookshanks smell her scent.
"Hello, handsome," Hermione cooed, and the ginger cat brushed his whiskers against her hand. Slowly, Hermione held her hands out to pick him up, and the kitten let her. The man beside her and the witch that owned the shop both looked surprised, and even Lily and Severus were looking at her strange for trying to tame the little beast.
"I'll take him," she said, holding him up against her chest to snuggle him.
Lily called her parents over and they paid for the kitten, along with the food, cat carrier, and kitty treats Hermione had picked out. Hermione's parents also mentioned that they were sorry she got stuck with the last one, and had to settle for the ugly one, but Hermione thought he was beautiful. "Don't be sorry," she told them while she guided Crookshanks into his carrier. "He's the cutest cat I've ever seen, and I think he was waiting for me."
That made Robert and Ivy laugh, but they were happy that their daughter liked him.
"Mummy," Petunia spoke up from where she stood, staring at the ravens in the giant cage that hung from the ceiling.
"Hmm?" said Ivy, helping Hermione take the filled cat carrier off the counter.
"Can I have a raven?"
Robert and Ivy looked at one another and frowned, trying to let her down gently. "Honey, these pets are for magical people," said Robert, picking up the all the bags he had rested by his feet. "Muggins don't have ravens for pets. Come along, kids," he said, and Hermione, Lily, and Severus snickered.
"Muggles, Daddy, not muggins," Hermione corrected, trying to hold her cat carrier steady. Lily skipped over and held part of it to help, and Severus surprised her by coming up behind the pair to hold the back of it. It was much easier this way. Her mind may have been older, but her body was still eleven and a bit on the weak side.
The family made their way out to the cobblestone alleyway once again and headed towards the Leaky Cauldron to meet Eileen.
"So," said Severus, still helping the girls with the cat carrier, "did you tell him you were Muggle-born?"
For a second she had to think back, trying to figure out who he was referring to, when she realized he was picking up the conversation they had left in the Menagerie.
"Yes, I did," Hermione answered, and she and Lily shared a peeved glance.
"What did he say?" Severus was oblivious to the looks being swapped between Hermione and Lily. Hermione assumed he knew that the Blacks were all mostly blood purists, save for a select few that were disowned.
"He said he didn't care," she replied.
Severus looked surprised, but pleased. "So he's nice, then?"
Hermione frowned and kept eye contact with Lily, and they both widened their identical green eyes at the same time, as if to say Will it ever end?
"Yes, Severus, I already said he was very nice," she bit out, no longer able to hide her annoyance. He finally got the hint and kept quiet while the bricks sprang apart to allow them entrance into the courtyard behind the Leaky Cauldron.
They had one more week, and then they would leave for Hogwarts. Her new life as the witch Hermione Evans was officially beginning. September first would be the first day of the rest of her life.
She wouldn't fail Harry.
Chapter End Notes: Hope you liked it! Review, my little muffins.
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