Righting A Wrong | By : Rapunzel Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Hermione sighed. It was finally done.
Weight from the previous weeks of toil and stress began to ease from her shoulders and she sagged against the chair she'd transfigured feeling more exhausted than she could ever remember without the pressing need to complete her task weighing on her mind.
The project she had begun last year was finally complete and she couldn't help feeling a swell of pride at her abilities.
It had taken ages, months even, of toiling her time away in an empty classroom heavily warded to keep her secret safe. She had lost sleep, forgotten to eat, withdrawn from her friends, suffered more back aches and headaches than should be humanly possible and while her grades remained as pristine as ever, even her professors had noticed the lack of luster and detail her essays had possessed before the project commenced.
The charms and spells used to bring her to this point were far beyond advanced for her level, restricted to only masters in their respective fields and blithely she acknowledged the many nights she had pushed her magic over the limit and subsequently put herself in danger. But the reward, she told herself with glittering eyes of resolve, was well worth the risk.
She had gotten more than a few raised eye brows from Madam Pince over the last several months for what seemed like entirely unrelated topics being checked out together.
Her relationship with the strict librarian held certain privileges not extended to others in the student body and Hermione did not doubt for one second this relationship was the only reason the Headmaster had not been informed of her rather suspicious activities. She did, however, invite Hermione in for tea one evening and sharply informed her that she chose to look the other way and would not have the girl thinking that she was ignorant of the implications.
Hermione was smart enough to see the respect for what it was. She was giving her the benefit of the doubt and telling her that she trusted in Hermione's ability to use the knowledge she gained from this trust to benefit them all in the coming war. She had bowed her head to show her deep gratitude and as an acknowledgement of the honor she knew this action bestowed.
She had no intentions of letting her down.
The item was held carefully in her palm, the gold surface glittering with the light from the sun streaming through the windows. Such a small thing to carry such a heavy responsibility. Much like Hermione, herself.
Some people would call what she was about to do dangerous, mad even.
Harry would have shown his displeasure with a furrowed brow and a soft reminder that it was too much of a risk. Ron would have sputtered incoherently before calling her barking mad with the whole Weasley family to back him up. Moody would have said there were too many 'unknowns', Tonks would have given her one of those looks that was meant to be compassionate and understanding but only came across as condescending. Dumbledore would have denied her request with a slight twinkling in his eyes before offering her a lemon drop and Snape... Well, his reaction would have been the worst of all. She could just hear the sting of unique insults that always seemed to support his point as well as send a blow to the most unprotected point of your ego.
If she had heard that now, if any of them had been there with her to give those reactions, would she go through with the plan?
She bit her lip in contemplation, staring at the time turner in her palm with the kind of wariness it deserved. She had exactly five minutes to decide before Ministry officials apparated to the gates and took her into custody. Her wards would hold them off a few more minutes but not for long if any of the professors decided to assist in bringing them down and that was a protection she did not count on.
She'd gone over the Arithmancy calculations again and again with the same answers. She had spent hours pouring over maps and yearbooks, old Daily Prophets and had even managed to talk Madam Pince into releasing a list of known Death Eaters, both living and dead, into her custody.
The librarian had been impressed and rather curious how Hermione had managed to figure out she was in the Order but the young witch had just shrugged, saying a wise old wizard like Dumbledore wouldn't keep someone as important as their records keeper out of the loop. She was a dangerous source of information and knowledge, having read every book that ever sat on the shelves of the Hogwarts library and it hadn't been difficult to put the two pieces together.
Hermione had never been more sure of anything in her life. So why was she hesitating? Was it really the disapproving opinion of the others that stayed her hand?
She was lucky to have gotten this far without being discovered and the longer she waited to make a decision, the higher the risk of having the artifact confiscated by the Ministry became.
She had used a weak counter fitting spell to copy the time turner in her fourth year at the last minute, unable to part with the possibilities the artifact offered her.
Dumbledore had taken it from her personally and she had a feeling the twinkling in his eyes as he pocketed the object spoke of his knowledge of what she had done. So really, she had the Headmaster's approval, albeit in an indirect way. Not that she could use that information in the slightest to defend herself should she stand trial before the Wizangamot.
There was a muffled banging sound and Hermione winced as she felt the assault on her wards. She was out of time.
This was it. This was the moment she had worked tirelessly for. The wards placed on the time turner to keep someone from going too far back in time had been removed this very evening. It felt lighter in her palm and she could feel an increase in vibration in the field around it that spoke of the freed reserves of power.
The Ministry would of course be aware of this removal the moment it occurred and would simultaneously realize the item in their possession was a counterfeit. Hence, the reason for the violent noise outside the classroom door.
With a deep breath, Hermione shouldered her bottomless bag and began to turn the wheel, counting back carefully on the number she had checked and rechecked over the past few months. There was no room for mistakes.
One half a click more and taking care to set the wheel on the appropriate numbers, she let go and felt the powerful pull on her naval as she was drawn back in time. Her body disappeared with a 'pop' just as Shacklebolt, right hand man to the Minister and Auror, burst through the door.
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