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Only Time Will Tell	By : dracolover1 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Remus/Hermione Views: 9595 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 5

“Well, what do you suppose we do now?” Ginny asked Hermione as they made their way out of the famous wizarding pub.

“No idea,” Hermione responded. For the first time, in a long time, Hermione was stuck. She had no clue where they could go, or who they could talk to. “There has to be someone we can talk to,” she said more to herself than to anyone as they entered Diagon Alley.

“Mione, you want to hear something weird?” Ginny asked rhetorically. “I've got my wand,” she said looking at Hermione.

Hearing this, Hermione's hand snapped to her thigh where she kept her wand in its holster, and lo-and-behold, there it was; her vine wood and dragon heartstring wand, her life line. “I’ve got mine also,” she said beaming at Ginny. It had taken them a few months to get it back after Fenrir and the snatchers took it when she, Harry, and Ron were captured and taken to Malfoy Manor. She could still remember how naked she felt without it. Yes, she was Muggle-born, but she was so used to magic that not having a wand felt foreign to her.

They continued to wander around Diagon Alley for the better part of an hour when Hermione

suddenly stopped. “Erm, Gin?” she mumbled. “I’m stuck.”

When Ginny turned, she indeed found that Hermione had somehow managed to get her foot stuck in a crack in the cobblestone street. Giggling, Ginny walked back to Hermione’s side to assess the situation.

“Ok Mione, on the count of three, pull as hard as you can.” Ginny instructed as she grabbed hold of Hermione’s calf. “One,” she began, tightening her grip on Hermione’s leg. “Two. Three!” Both girls pulled as hard as they could, effectively freeing Hermione. Realizing that Hermione was free, they began to laugh. They were so busy laughing at themselves that they didn’t notice that they were being watched.

Finally gaining control of their laughter, Hermione and Ginny started to walk again. They had only taken a few steps when they heard a voice behind them. “Careful there, you don’t want to get stuck in that crack.” A man said preceding his bark-like laughter.

Hermione looked at Ginny, that voice sounded very familiar. Slowly turning around, Hermione’s breath hitched and Ginny stiffened. Standing in front of them were none other than Sirius Black; a much younger Sirius Black. Hermione let her eyes run over the newcomer; he stood as if the world revolved around him. Dressed in dark wash Muggle jeans and a black t-shirt, his shoulder length hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, and his stormy gray eyes held nothing but mischief in them. He looked good; she would admit that to herself.

“The name’s Sirius,” he said taking a step closer to the two witches.

“Nice to meet you Sirius. I’m Hermione, and this is my, er, my cousin Ginny.”

“Nice to meet you both.” He replied with a smile. “So, you two come here often?”

Hermione fought hard not to snort; surely the infamous Sirius Black could come up with something better than that, right?

“No, we were trying to keep away from you.” Ginny said without missing a beat.

Sirius smirked, “I like you, Red. You’re feisty. I like that in a witch.”

“The names Ginny, not Red, and I’d appreciate it if you would remember that.” Ginny said fiercely.

“Sure Red, whatever you say,” he said with a wink to Ginny. “So, where are you lovely ladies off to on such a fine day? Off to see your boyfriends?”

“Why yes we are. And if you don’t mind, we’d like to continue on our way.” Ginny said while grabbing Hermione’s arm.

“I’ll see you ‘round Red and Hermione.” Sirius called after them, a hint of laughter in his voice.

“Gin, we have to go visit Dumbledore. I don’t know why it’s just coming to me now, but we need to see him now.” Hermione said before grasping Ginny’s arm and apparating away.

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“Thanks for the heads up, Mione.” Ginny snapped once their feet landed in Hogsmeade.

“Sorry Gin, but I had to get us here quickly.” Hermione answered. “Come on, we really need to see Professor Dumbledore.”

The two girls set off towards Hogwarts, both deep in thought about their last time there. Everything was intact; there weren’t any Dementors, and no sense of foreboding. Hogwarts was as it was meant to be; a school. The closer they got to the front gate, the more Hermione wondered how they would get inside.

“Mione, how are we going to get in? The gate is most likely locked, and…” Ginny was cut off by the sound of metal scraping metal as the castle gates opened.

Shocked, both girls looked at each other before continuing their walk to the castle. When they reached the front doors of the castle, they were met with a younger looking Professor McGonagall. Even though she was younger, she was still as stern looking, and the way she was eyeing the young witches didn’t make her look any friendlier.

When Hermione and Ginny reached Professor McGonagall she eyed them for a few seconds before speaking. “Professor Dumbledore sent me to retrieve you young women. He instructed me to bring you two straight to his office. Follow me, if you will.” She then turned sharply on her heel and led them through the castle towards the Headmaster’s office.

Once they reached the stone gargoyle, McGonagall spoke the password, “Acid Pops”, and continued to lead them up the spiraling staircase. When they reached the door, it swung open revealing the room behind it.

Hermione stepped in before Ginny and looked around. Everything looked the same, save for a few less trinkets and there was no portrait of Dumbledore behind the Headmaster’s desk. Continuing to let her gaze fall across the room, Hermione spotted Fawkes and smiled as she walked towards him. As she got closer to him, she caught a glimpse of a figure through the corner of her eye. Turning her head, she smiled at the familiar man that stood in her presence.

“Professor Dumbledore,” she smiled as she looked into his eyes.

He smiled the twinkle ever so present in his eyes. “Yes, my dear,” he said taking a step towards his guest. “Now that we know who I am, may I ask who you are?” he said eying the two witches.

After a few moments silence, Dumbledore cleared his throat, “Minerva, would you mind excusing us for a moment.”

Professor McGonagall eyed the older wizard warily. “Headmaster, I-” but she was cut off before she could finish.

“Minerva, please. A moment,” Dumbledore said, effectively dismissing the stern-looking witch.

Once the Headmaster’s door was closed, Dumbledore invited Hermione and Ginny to have a seat at his desk. After sitting and politely declining Dumbledore’s Lemon Drop offer, Hermione turned and faced Dumbledore once more. “Sir, my name is Hermione Granger and this is my friend Ginevra Weasley, Ginny for short.” Hermione began locking eyes with Dumbledore. “We’re in some sort of trouble. You see,” she stopped when she felt a pressure against her mind. Quickly throwing up a mental block, she glared at the Headmaster. “Sir, if you were curious, you could have just asked, or waited until I finished my explanation.” Hermione said with a smirk.

Dumbledore smiled, “I’m sorry Ms. Granger. Please continue.”

“Like I stated earlier, Ginny and I have found ourselves in a spot of trouble. You see, we’re not from around here. I mean, we’re…” she sighed, “we’re not from this time. We’re from 20 years in the future.” Hermione finished, once again locking eyes with the Headmaster. Once again feeling pressure on her mind, Hermione quickly threw up her well-practiced mind block and grimaced at the Headmaster. “Sir! Please don’t do that.”

“Do what?” Ginny asked looking between Hermione and Dumbledore. “What is he doing?”

“Ginny, do you remember what happened in your fourth year?” Hermione asked, trying not to reveal too much about the future while in Dumbledore’s presence.

Ginny nodded.

“Do you remember those ‘special classes’ Harry was taking afterwards?” Hermione continued. Again Ginny nodded.

“Well, Dumbledore here is a very skilled Legilimens. He can invade your mind just through eye contact.” Hermione said turning towards Dumbledore once again. “Isn’t that right, Professor?” she said with a slight smile.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded his head. “You are very skilled in Occlumency, Ms. Granger.” Dumbledore said with a small smile. “I, however, was quick enough to gather a bit of information. I take it that you came into contact with a strange man a few weeks ago, am I correct?”

Hermione and Ginny nodded.

“It seems to me that the man you met was no ordinary man but a magical being that we call a Venturer. Have you heard about these beings?” Dumbledore asked the girls.

Ginny shook her head and looked expectantly at Hermione, who was also shaking her head.

Dumbledore smiled, “Well Ms. Granger and Ms. Weasley, Ventures are magical beings that travel though time and show others what they are missing in their lives. Usually what they are missing is what they say, 'right in front of their face' but these people don't see it. It is believed that the people they send through time cannot affect the time line because this was their fate. Not everyone can time travel by the means of a Venturer because it is rare to come in contact with one. It is said that Ventures choose their ‘targets’ by what is in a person’s heart. It's believed that a person, or persons in your case, who is chosen by a Venturer has a pure heart. This person usually places others well-being before their own, no matter the situation.”

“So what you are saying is that it was our destiny to come back here? Will we ever get back home, or are we stuck here?” Hermione asked trying not to let the worry show in her voice.

“Yes Ms. Granger, it this is your destiny. There is something here that you need. As for if you’ll ever go back to your own time; that is up to you. I have no idea why the Venturer brought you here; that is up to you two to find out.” Dumbledore said as he sat back in his chair.

After a few moments of silence, Dumbledore cleared his throat. “Now, seeing that we don’t know how long you two will be here, I feel that we need to come up with some sort of story to tell people. I’m assuming that you both are out of Hogwarts, correct?” The girls nodded. “Splendid. Now, do you wish to keep your names or do you wish to change them?”

“I’d like to keep my name, Professor.” Ginny said.

“As would I.” Hermione stated.

“Great. Now, Ms. Weasley, I’m afraid that you won’t be able to keep your surname. I apologize.” Dumbledore said looking at Ginny.

“That is alright Professor; I’ll take Mione’s.” Ginny said giving Hermione a nudge on the arm. “We’ll be cousins.”

“Great. Now, we will tell people that you are my great-great nieces and that you have decided to live closer to London. Where are you from?” Dumbledore asked.

“Well, I’m Muggle-born, Sir. My parents live near West Ham.” Hermione said.

“I live in Ottery St. Catchpole, the Burrow,” Ginny said with a small smile.

“Wonderful, I think it would be easier if we said that you were from West Ham and that you were home schooled together. I also think that we should let Professor McGonagall know the truth about you two.” At the witches’ confirmation, Dumbledore flicked his wand towards the door and Professor McGonagall entered.

“Ahh, Minerva. I have a feeling that you are wondering about my visitors here?” Dumbledore asked. “This is Ginevra Weasley and Hermione Granger. They have travelled here from 20 years in the future and they will remain here until their task is complete. We do not know what their task is, or how long they will be in this time, so I am permitting them to reside in my home as my great-great nieces.”

Professor McGonagall nodded.

“Now,” Dumbledore said facing the two girls once more, “I am permitting you two to reside at my home, which is located in Muggle London just a few blocks away from the Leaky Cauldron. I take it that you two will want to work? Yes, I see. Look for my owl tomorrow. I'm sure I can find something for the both of you. You can floo directly to the flat from here. Here's a few galleons, I'm sure you two need some clothes and such.” Dumbledore said motioning toward the envelopes that had appeared in front of the girls.

Standing, Dumbledore ushered the young witches toward the fireplace, “Remember to look for my owl tomorrow. Just take a handful of powder and cry out 'Schroeder Hall' and you'll be there.”

The girls looked at each other and with a shrug of their shoulders they did as they were told and were engulfed in emerald flames.

A/N: So im back =) yeah. i hope you enjoyed this chapter. this is most likely going to become my main posting place seeing that ff.net is getting rid of all the MA stuff =/ but oh well. thanks for the reviews and such i appreciate them. all mistakes are mine, i couldnt wait for my beta to send it back so i posted it lol

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