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She's Got the Time	By : ThatRomantic Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Sirius/Hermione Views: 4416 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fall is here, hear the yell.

Back to school, ring the bell.

Brand new shoes, walking blues.

Climb the fence, books and pens.

I can tell that we are gunna be friends.

I can tell that we are gunna be friends. – White Stripes

She’s Got the Time

Part II: 6th Year

By ThatRomantic

Chapter 5: We’re Going to be Friends
She was standing in the Great Hall, in a line to be sorted in front of the whole school. She could not help thinking it was dumb luck. She would be seventeen years old in just over two weeks – considered an adult in Wizarding terms – and she was surrounded by children who were nervously waiting to be sorted for their first year at Hogwarts. She was not nervous; merely peeved that she had to be shown up in front of the whole school, internally asking why this could not have been done in the confines of Albus’s office. Then she realised that he must want this all as show. They both knew that she would be placed in Gryffindor, but, she supposed, they needed to prove that to the rest of the school. That being said, she did not really feel up to being paraded in front of the whole school and to stand out like a sore thumb on her first evening in the castle as a student. It seemed, however, there was no way around it. She was to meet with Minerva – or McGonagall, as she was now required to call her, in the entrance hall when the first years were about to enter the Great Hall.
As Hermione stood there, she could not help but think about what Ron might say about the situation. If he were in her place, she could almost hear him muttering about how Dumbledore was definitely off his rocker and swearing under his breath. She could clearly see his face going red with both embarrassment at the position he was in and anger at the teachers for making it so public. She imagined that he would probably blame Malfoy somehow – simply because he had the freedom to – and insult Bellatrix Lestrange to excess for being the catalyst for all this mess. She could envision him pouting a little, like a child, and stubbornly refusing to be placed where she found herself.
She could not help but agree with her ‘inner Ron.’
This brought her to where she presently stood. She was at the back of the line, not wanting to intimidate the small first years with her taller presence.
“Now,” barked Professor McGonagall. “Follow me.” They walked through the double doors and into the Great Hall. As she looked determinedly forward, she could not help the small smile that graced her lips as she watched the eleven-year-olds stare, open mouthed, around the hall. They all proceeded to the front of the Hall and watched as the Professor placed the Sorting Hat on its stool. The whole hall was quiet as they listened to its song. Once it was finished, the hall applauded and Professor McGonagall spoke again.
“When I call your name you will put on the hat, and sit on the stool to be sorted.” And so it began. The one good thing that had come of the discussion between Dumbledore and Hermione earlier in the day was that they agreed not to alienate Hermione’s arrival, so she stood in line like the rest of the people around her.
“Ingram, Kincaid,” stepped up to the stool and was almost immediately sorted into Gryffindor. Then her name was called and she sat on the stool, the hat flopping on her head like it had five years before.
“Hello, Miss Granger. I see that your identity has changed, a Gardener now, it seems. You have a mission ahead of you. Disastrous and destructive times lie ahead. You will face perils and lose some close to you. Be aware, Miss Gardener, the more you share your burden, the less you have to bear. Stay brave and strong, Miss Gardener, and I hope you prosper well in... GRYFFINDOR!” She smiled and took the tattered hat from her head and bounded toward the long Gryffindor table. She sat between Lily and a bleach blonde girl, who seemed to have modified her uniform to show as much skin as possible. Opposite was a curvy girl with short brown hair, parted to the side. Her face was familiar, but Hermione could not seem to place it. Both of the girls smiled at her and went back to watch the sorting. Hermione also noticed the Marauders sat next to the girls: Remus and Sirius next to the blonde, and Peter and James opposite, next to the brunette. The last name, “Wendell, Antony,” was called, and Dumbledore stood.
“After that thrill, I’m feeling a little peckish. Aren’t you?” With that, he flicked his wrist and the food appeared on the table in front of them and the chatter of the feast exploded.
“I suppose you have no reason to kill me now, then,” Hermione said to Lily, to which Lily laughed.
“No, I don’t. I’m glad of it too, I don’t think I’d enjoy going to the funeral of a friend I had killed. I can imagine it being rather awkward.” Hermione laughed. “Plus, now you can meet the girls that I have been telling you about all summer, next to you is Shannon, and across the table, there, is Mary.”
“Hey,” Hermione smiled to the two girls.
“Hello!” squealed Shannon from beside her. “I love your hair!” she exclaimed girlishly, and Hermione could not help but wonder why Lily was such good friends with her as they were very different people. “So, where are you from? Why are you here? Is there anyone who’s caught your eye yet?”
“Erm...” Hermione started, taken aback by the forwardness of the blonde. “I’m from England. I’m here because my home was attacked by Death Eaters and my Dad was killed, so Professor Dumbledore took me in. He and my Dad were really close so I was left to him if my Dad died, my Mum died when I was really young, so I came here during the summer. And, no, not really, but I’ve not been here long so maybe there will be.”
“Well, there’s plenty of eye-candy around,” Shannon said. “And you’re cute so you’ll get loads of men before the year is out.”
“Don’t mind her,” Mary spoke from across the table. “You get used to it after a while.” Hermione only smiled weakly. “I’m sorry to hear about your Dad. What have you been doing all summer if you’ve been here?”
“Well, the first couple of weeks I explored the castle. Y’know, to get a feel for it.”
“You must know the castle pretty well, then,” Mary stated.
“Looks like we have some competition boys,” Remus said from next to Shannon. “There may be someone who knows the grounds better than we do.”
“Yeah. I probably know it better than most of the seventh years, what with having the freedom to roam the school without being told off. It was quite liberating really. Then I went to Diagon Alley and met Lily there and since we’ve been practically in and out of each other’s pockets.”
“Yeah,” Lily added. “I don’t think there’s been a day where we haven’t seen each other since the beginning of the month.”
“Wow,” Shannon said. “I can’t help but feel a little unloved.”
Lily laughed. “We love you Shan, we were just bonding is all. I was the one that encouraged her to get her first body piercing,” she smiled.
“Oh, joy,” Mary said, sarcastically. “So, Hermione, excited to start learning the ways of the school?”
“Yeah,” Hermione answered. “I’d heard so much about you from Lily and the Marauders that I was actually looking forward to meeting you more than going to lessons, if I’m honest.”
“I like you,” Shannon said. “So, you’ve met the Marauders? What do you think of our resident trouble makers, then?”
“They’re cool. Lily and I went to Rufus Cliff during the holiday. They’re funny guys.”
“Lily went to voluntarily see the Marauders?” Mary said in astonishment.
“Yeah,” Peter smirked next to her. “We were surprised too.”
“It was a bit of a get-to-know-you session for the both of us,” Hermione added. “Lily was making progress until she falsely accused one of them of being indecent, and made it awkward for the rest of us.” Hermione was glad to see that Lily had the decency to look ashamed.
“What do you mean?” Shannon asked.
“Lily accused James of doing something that meant she would end up in her underwear.”
“Well...” Shannon said. “He does want to see her in her underwear.”
“That may be true,” Hermione said, “but he did nothing wrong. Let’s leave it there.” She then leaned in to Shannon and whispered so that Lily could not hear. “I need to get her to apologise before the week is out. You should have seen his face, it was heartbreaking.”
“You certainly are making your mark,” Shannon said. “Mary and I have been trying to get the girl to see sense for years now. How did you do it?”
“She’s a miracle worker,” said Peter, to which Sirius and Remus nodded. “I tell you, it was the longest any of us have seen Evans be in the same room as James and not scream at him!” The chatter continued throughout the feast. Hermione felt like she was home all of a sudden. Peter and Mary seemed close, bantering throughout the feast. Shannon was flirting with a boy that Hermione did not recognise who was on her other side, while Lily fervently avoided looking in James’s direction. A small food fight broke out between Sirius and James, who kept trying to take each other’s food. It eventually resulted in Sirius wearing the food he was trying to steal, while James munched happily with not a drop of gravy on him. It felt strange that she had not missed Harry or Ron in her whole time here since the first morning. She did think about them though, like she had for the sorting, but she never got homesick.
Soon the feast was over and Hermione was walking with Lily, Shannon, and Mary to the Gryffindor Tower. She had not been into the common room since her Fifth Year in the future, so she did not know whether it had changed or not. She was both relieved and disappointed that it had not; she had almost hoped that there was something more to the common room during this decade but, in all fairness, she did not know what she was expecting. However, she was glad that the comforting surroundings she recalled were not changed. The girls ascended the staircase and got ready for bed.
They settled on the beds gossiping. It seemed that Shannon had been away to various parts of the world and had sex regularly throughout the summer. Despite her obvious libido, and slightly whorish nature, she seemed naive in her own way. The blonde girl was practically bouncing off the walls and declaring everyone in the room but her boring for wanting to go to bed. Hermione got the impression that she was like this every night, as the other two girls just smiled, shook their heads, and continued in getting ready for bed. Hermione soon understood why Lily liked the girls so much. She could already feel a bond forming with both of them.
Mary was quiet, but it was clear that she was extremely close with Shannon, which struck Hermione as odd. She had never seen any two people be as contrasting as them. Mary told the girls of her family holiday in Tenerife, and stories of her sister’s antics.
“Who’s your sister? Does she go here?” Hermione asked.
“Her name’s Alice,” Mary said. “She’s in the year above. She’s a real free spirit, which Mum seems okay with. Dad hates it. Especially when she starts bringing boys home; they’re always older and tend to be taller than Dad. I think he’s intimidated, more than anything.”
That was when Hermione realised where she recognised Mary’s face from. Alice. Alice Longbottom. Neville. The thought of that made questions swill in Hermione’s head. What happened to Mary? Why did Neville live with Augusta if he had Mary? Did he? Was Mary killed? The thoughts she was having choked her up a little, but she brushed them quickly aside as she did not want to know the answers. Not before it was necessary.
As they climbed into bed, Hermione looked woefully at Lily lying in her own bed. As if feeling the gaze on her, Lily met Hermione’s eyes. They had what seemed like a five second conversation with their eyes until Lily padded over to Hermione’s bed, pulled back the covers and clambered in.
Shannon, who had just been in the dormitory washroom brushing her teeth, spotted this and giggled. “Didn’t know you swung that way, Lils.”
At this, Lily simply glared. “I don’t,” she said, almost venomously. “Hermione was having trouble sleeping during the holidays. Unless you want her to wake up screaming – which will interrupt your beauty sleep – I suggest you shut up.”
“Okay, Lils,” Mary said in a calm voice. “Shannon was simply commenting that the recent development was surprising on your part, is all.”
Lily grumbled tiredly and snuggled into the blankets.

Hermione woke slowly, with the sight of a mass of straight red hair in her line of vision. She realised that she was not in Lily’s poster-plastered walls or her purple cubby-hole room, but in the distant familiarity of the Gryffindor dormitory. She groaned and rolled over – realising too late that the beds in the dorms were not as big as the ones that she and Lily were used to sharing, and landed on the floor with a thud and another groan.
“Smooth move, Hermione,” mumbled a voice from the bed she had just fallen from.
“Shut up, Evans. What time is it?”
“Too early,” the redhead replied drowsily.
“Come on,” Mary said. The two girls had not noticed her enter the room, but she was up, dressed in the uniform, with a toothbrush hanging from her mouth and a towel wrapped in a turban around her head. “We’ve all got to get ready to be able to wake Shannon up.” Hermione looked at her, a confused expression on her face. “She has so much energy during the day, but sleeps like the dead once she’s out,” Mary explained. Hermione nodded drowsily before dragging herself off the floor and into the bathroom to wash and clean her teeth. When she opened the door to leave the bathroom, she crossed paths with Lily, who looked vaguely awake. She was dressed in all but her top, which was clutched in her hand.
Once all of them were finished getting ready they surrounded Shannon’s bed and screamed.
“Wha- What?” Shannon said, blearily, shooting up from her bed to look around. The first thing she saw was Mary’s smug face.
“Wakey, wakey, sleepy head,” she said.

At breakfast, and after being handed their time tables, the Gryffindor sixth years seemed to groan in unison. Hermione had to stifle hers, as she was not supposed to know the dire situation, but her shoulders slumped dejectedly nonetheless.
“Why do we always have Potions with the Slytherins?” Sirius moaned.
“Because,” said Mary, “we are obviously not favoured by any form of God. Or teacher apparently. I’m glad I dropped it though, I don’t think I could live with blowing upanother cauldron.”
Hermione, although being extremely disheartened by having to share Potions with the Slytherins, was quite excited about meeting the Potions teacher, deciding that he could not be as bad as Snape was in her time.
“I don’t know what you’re complaining about,” Shannon said to Lily. “Professor Slughorn loves you.” Lily blushed a bit.
“Well, I don’t like the Slytherins, do I?” Hermione could have sworn she heard Sirius say something along the lines of, “You wouldn’t have said that this time last year,” but brushed it off as her hearing things. It was with reluctance that they got up from their seats and headed to the dungeons and the Potions classroom, while Mary and Peter left to enjoy the free period in the common room. Despite it being in the same classroom as before, the atmosphere was different. It felt a bit more welcoming (as welcoming as a classroom in a dungeon can be). At the front of the classroom was a portly old man with a thick, handlebar moustache, glittering gooseberry eyes and thick, greying straw coloured hair. In front of him were three different cauldrons and a smaller cauldron behind them.
“Welcome, welcome,” he said jovially. “It’s good to see you back, and some new faces it would seem,” he added upon seeing Hermione. “Gather ‘round everybody. No need to take notes, Mr Pucey. Everyone here? Good. Welcome to the first year of NEWT level Potions, I thought we could start the first class of the year slightly differently. Now, can anyone tell me what these potions are?” Three hands shot into the air. The first was Hermione’s, the second was Lily’s and the third belonged to a boy with black hair that hung limply to just beyond his ears.
“Ooh,” Slughorn exclaimed. “It seems we have a little competition. Very well, Mr Snape?” Hermione did a double take, as the boy lowered his hand to point at one of the cauldrons. Snape? Hermione thought.
“That,” said the boy in a sneering voice that confirmed Hermione’s suspicions “is Veritaserum.”
“Very good, boy, and what is its purpose?” Slughorn asked.
“It is tasteless and colourless,” Snape continued. “When consumed, the drinker is forced to tell the truth to any question he or she is asked.” He answered in a bored drawl that sounded like a cross between the Professor that Hermione knew, and Draco Malfoy.
“Yes! Excellent! Ten points to Slytherin. What about the other two?” Only two hands were raised at this question, Hermione’s and Lily’s.
“Miss, erm...” Professor Slughorn said, facing Hermione.
“Gardener, sir,” she helped. The Professor simply beamed and jerked his head. “That is Polyjuice Potion. It allows the drinker to take the identity of another person by adding a hair of the person the drinker wants to turn into. It is strictly for transformation into the human form, though. Adding a hair from an animal is totally unadvisable,” Hermione added, grimacing. The Professor chuckled.
“You sound as though you are speaking from experience, Miss Gardener.” Hermione’s grimace simply deepened. “Does anyone know what this one is?” Lily put her hand in the air for the third time.
“It is Amortentia. Its distinct characteristics are its Mother of Pearl sheen and spiralling steam. It’s the most powerful love potion in the world and smells unique to everyone, according to what attracts them.” At this point, Lily had moved towards the cauldron giving off wisps of spiralling steam. “For example I smell, fresh laundry, summer breeze, parchment, and...” she seemed to stop herself, blushing crimson as she realised what she had done. She looked at James out of the corner of her eye, before moving to stand next to the girls again. Hermione saw in her peripheral vision that Snape stiffened and his scowl deepened as he looked at Lily and James. I wonder what that’s about, she thought.
“Right, class, this last potion is very special indeed, and your prize – should you succeed in your task today,” Slughorn said, indicating to the smaller cauldron of the four. “This is Felix Felicis, also known as –”
“Liquid Luck,” Lily piped up.
“Very good, Miss Evans. This little potion is very tricky to make, and I will give away a small dose for anyone who succeeds in making the Draught of the Living Dead. No one so far has succeeded, but if you do and take the prize, the dosage will mean that you will have good luck with all of your endeavours for twelve hours.” Hermione looked around the classroom. Everyone seemed to be enthralled by the professor’s words and eager to gain the small vial of Liquid Luck for themselves, including a slightly less sour looking Snape. “Well then class, step to it!”
Suddenly there was a scramble about the classroom, while some thought it best to set up their cauldrons first; others rushed to the supply cupboard to get ingredients. Lily, Shannon, Hermione and the Marauders all headed to tables to dump their books, before ambling over to the supplies cupboard to get ingredients. Once they had all got their ingredients they headed back to the table to start. Hermione was facing outward, and could see most of the class. She, like the rest of the class, worked vigorously and was progressing well. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Snape starting to do things after reading the instructions, before giving a small shake of the head and scribbling something in his textbook.
Hermione got half way through making the potion before getting stuck, not being able to get it to change from a deep purple to lilac. When she realised that the change was not going to happen any time soon, she started to look about at her peers. She could see Lily working frantically, constantly checking between her text book and her potion, before frowning and repeating the process. Shannon seemed to be more relaxed, with a note of resignation on her face. She seemed more interested in checking out the Marauders on the table opposite. Her eye-line kept moving back to Remus’s bum and her lip curled in satisfaction every time. Remus himself seemed to be concentrating almost as hard – but not nearly as intensely – as Lily, furrowing his brow when he did something that meant that his potion did not progress. James was staring listlessly at Lily and had stirred his potion so much that it had literally taken on a life of its own and started to attack Sirius, who was trying to finish his own – failing – potion and fight James’s away. Hermione looked down to see very little improvement on her potion, but was grateful it had not started attacking unsuspecting students.
“Time!” shouted the plump teacher, and most seemed to either sigh in relief or frantically continue stirring, in false hope of still succeeding. Professor Slughorn wondered around the classroom, inspecting each cauldron’s contents. When he made it to James, he took his wand from his sleeve and flicked it at the globule that had moved on from Sirius and was trying to consume Remus’s shoe.
“I think, Mr Potter, you should pay more attention to what you are doing, and not other members of the class,” the Professor admonished light-heartedly, to which Lily turned and glared at James who looked both embarrassed and hurt. Hermione turned to Shannon and shared a look with her. We need to get that apology out of her, Hermione thought. I can’t believe they got married, let alone had Harry – at this rate he’s never going to be born!
While lost in thoughts, the Professor had reached the last table – made up of Snape and another, slightly scared looking, boy. Suddenly the teacher exclaimed, “He’s done it! Well done, m’boy.” Professor was standing behind a smirking Snape. “A clear winner, you earned this – so much like your mother!” With this Professor Slughorn handed the vial of Felix Felicis over to Snape, whose mouth was flat – this, to Hermione, indicated positive elation on his part. The group of Gryffindors packed their books away and headed to the common room for their free period before break.

After break, all eight of the Gryffindor sixth years were headed toward the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom and Hermione was excited to meet the new teacher. She could not remember it being announced in the Great Hall at the beginning of the year, but discredited this as her nerves and frustration at being sorted. Again. The rest of the group seemed just as eager as she did to know who the new teacher was, drawing Hermione to the conclusion that it was not announced at the feast after all.
Once they arrived at the classroom on the third floor they entered a room of chaos, in which Hermione took the opportunity to look around the classroom. It still had the ominous iron chandelier and dragon skeleton hanging from the centre of the room, but scattered across the classroom seemed to be various posters on curses and their effects, with gruesome and detailed drawings of people being turned inside out and some showed creatures with scarred, disfigured faces – much like the ones she had seen as illustrations of Frankenstein’s Monster.
“Wow,” Remus breathed.
“That’s one way to put it,” Peter replied. The group took their usual seats, which meant that Hermione had to sit away from the group as they were all paired up. She sat next to a Hufflepuff boy with honey blond hair, a soft jaw line and broad build. He turned to her and smiled, just as the door at the back of the room swung open. A man who looked to be in his early to mid thirties stormed to the front of the class in a manner that made even the giggling Ravenclaw girls in the back of the class stop their chatter. He had a vaguely familiar face, dark eyes, and greying, dark brown hair. He had an aura of power surrounding him that the class instantly respected and all were looking to the front, where the Professor was leant against the desk.
“Right, class,” he said. His voice was naturally husky and low, sending shivers down Hermione’s spine that she was not sure if it was pleasant or not. “My name’s Professor Alexander Moody,” at this her eyes widened, as the relevance of the surname was not lost on her. “I’ll be teaching you Defence Against the Dark Arts this year.” The whole class was stunned into silence and listening with rapt attention. “I thought we would start with some defensive spells today – simple ones – I thought that every six weeks or so, we could have duels in class with the spells we have learned and I could grade you on your progress. Stand up.” It was as though the whole class was under the Imperius Curse. As soon as the command was given, everyone stood from their seats and with a flick of his wand, all the desks and chairs were moved to the sides of the room.
“Pair up with the people you were sat with and one of you throw harmless attacking spells while the other tries a simple Protego and then swap your roles.” Hermione turned to the honey blond boy beside her and smiled. He smiled back, showing off two rows of perfectly straight, white teeth.
“My name’s Luke Bebbington,” he said in a cheery, slightly feminine voice. “You must be the new girl everyone’s talking about.”
“Yes, I suppose I am,” Hermione replied. “My name’s Hermione Gardener.”
“That’s a beautiful name,” he said, still smiling.
“Thanks.”
“Okay, well I’ll start with the shield charm,” he said. “I don’t know what your abilities are like but if I go first at least it gives you a chance to warm up.” Hermione nodded and inwardly smiled at the naivety of the boy at believing her under-qualified. She waited for a time, luring the boy into a false sense of security, before sending a Stupefy his way. He only just managed to get the shield up, and when he did he looked suitably impressed. “That was amazing,” he said in awe, but Hermione was ready for an attack and not in the mood for the boy’s idleness.
When he threw a Jelly-Legs Jinx at her she brought up a shield as he finished his words. Almost instinctively, Hermione threw the next jinx at him, he barely had time to react and he retaliated slowly with his own jinxes and hexes. This continued throughout the class, with Hermione’s curses getting progressively more aggressive. She did not even notice that the class had stopped to watch her as she, almost effortlessly, defended herself, while poor Luke was kept on his toes trying to match her.
“Well,” started the baritone voice of the new Professor, “that was quite the show. I’m sure even my brother would be suitably impressed.”
“Your brother, Sir?” asked Luke, who was attempting to tidy his overly scruffy hair.
“Yes. Alastor Moody, Head of the Auror Department, I’m sure you’ve heard of him, haven’t you, boy?” If the class was shocked before, it was nothing compared to what was going through the minds of the students after that was said. Many had heard tales about the legendary Head of the Auror Department, and about the manner in which he chased the dark wizards. That, however, was nothing compared to what Hermione had seen him achieve and what all the work he did made him. The mental image of a greying man, with a wooden clawed leg, a mangled face, half a nose and a very disconcerting magical eye to replace one that was lost in a particularly violent chase with Barty Crouch Junior. The words ‘CONSTANT VIGILANCE’ screamed through her head in the gravelly Irish brogue the scarred man spoke in.
“Class dismissed,” Professor Moody called, and the whole class walked out of the room in stunned silence.

Hey, I’m sorry it’s been a while but I finished it! This was haunting me forever and I couldn’t seem to get the words flowing but a few weeks ago my muse went haywire (my sister and her soulmate were together in a very inspiring setting) and I finished.
I have now officially left school and am on a gap year so I should be writing and updating on a more regular basis.
Thanks to my beta for putting up with me once again in my states of panic, I love you... seriously and thanks to Muse_Misery for Mad Eye’s brother’s name!
Okay, guys listen up – as you know I base my chapters (loosely) on songs – I need you to help me with the song for the next chapter. I want it to be something about meeting new people, new experiences, something like that – I’m planning to bring in the people Hermione doesn’t like if that helps you.
Love you all!
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