Chapter 2 : Chapter One: Seventeen Again
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“I need you to do something for me Sirius.”
Sirius Black looked at the Headmaster. He had assumed that Dumbledore had wanted to talk about Harry after the urgent summons through the floo, but now it appeared that something else was up. I’d do anything for Harry and he knows that. I’ll do whatever he asks so long as it will help Harry. He looked Dumbledore in the eyes before saying sincerely, “ Anything.”
“I need you to accompany Hermione Granger on her mission.”
Sirius looked at the elder wizard dumbstruck. “You can’t be serious, Albus?”
“I am, but that’s not the only thing. You need to take this potion,” Dumbledore said gesturing to the small vial of silvery liquid before him on the spindly legged desk.
“What will it do to me?”
“Make you seventeen again.”
“Oh, is that all?” Sirius retorted sarcastically, “well that’s just fabulous, Albus. Sorry for not bouncing up and down with excitement over this, but I’ve got a feeling you aren’t telling me everything as usual.”
“I’m afraid not.”
“For Merlin’s sake Albus, just tell me! How can you expect to consent to this…this…plan if you don’t tell me what the hell I’m supposed to be doing!?” Sirius practically roared, pacing up and down in front of the Headmasters desk.
“Very well, Sirius. I need you to accompany Hermione in to the past and help her with her mission. However, to do this you will need to take the potion before you so that you will physically represent your seventeen year old self. Hermione will be joining Hogwarts as a sixth year student and it is imperative that you join her. However, there is one more thing I must ask of you.”
“Just the one?” Sirius spat back
“Well no, two, but you will only remember one,” Dumbledore chuckled
“What do you need me to do?”
“Give me your memories.”
Sirius blanched. “You’re…joking…right?” he spluttered
“I can assure you Sirius, that I do not jest,” Dumbledore said gravely, “Somebody must accompany Hermione and you’re the only one who can do it. I will keep them safe for you until you return.”
“Well that’s just fantastic then. What exactly do you need me to do then, Albus? Other than go back in time to 1944 with Hermione Granger, turn myself back in to a seventeen year old boy and give up my memories I mean.”
“Two things really. You need to be sorted in to Gryffindor no matter where Hermione is sorted in to. I mean it Sirius, you will be sorted after her and you must be placed in Gryffindor.”
“Very well, and the second thing?”
“I need you to bring her back.”
“She won’t want to return once the mission has finished, but you have to bring her back. If you don’t then all will be lost.”
Sirius visibly gulped. “What do you mean?”
“Harry is not the only Chosen One.”
“You’ve got to be bloody kidding me! You let me believe all this time that everything we were doing was for Harry but now it’s not? You better have a good explanation, Dumbledore.”
The Headmaster peered out of his window in to the grounds of Hogwarts. He had held all the cards close to his chest up until this moment. Would it really matter if he told Sirius, who would soon not remember the conversation ever taking place. It was due to this assurance that Dumbledore replied with the truth, “Nobody ever heard the whole of the prophecy, Sirius. Harry will be the one to finally defeat Voldemort, of that I have no doubt, but to do so I need Hermione to bring me back something from the past that only she can acquire as a contemporary of Tom Riddle.”
“So, Hermione is the other Chosen One?”
Dumbledore shook his head, “No, but her daughter is.”
“You what!? You’ve gone mental, Albus. Hermione doesn’t have a daughter!”
“But she will when you both return.”
“No way, Albus. You really are delusional if you think she would be stupid enough to do that.”
“Be that as it may, I need a pure-blood who has “turned from the path of Darkness” to accompany her, to be her guide.”
“And how am I supposed to do that? The way you want it I won’t even be able to remember her let alone guide her.”
Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled in the sunlight of the afternoon. “That is the beauty of phoenix magic. You will recognise Hermione as your sister and I will present you with copies of you OWLs and other important documents.”
“I take it we will change our names. You realise my parents were at Hogwarts at this time don’t you?”
“Yes, I am very much aware of that fact. You will both be under an assumed surname. Fawkes will return your memories to you when you have to leave.”
“How is all this possible, Albus? I really don’t understand.”
“Let us just say that Fawkes will be able to switch places with his past self and shall return you here when you are needed.”
There was a deafening silence as Sirius contemplated whether or not he should do what was being asked of him. If what Albus has said is true then I really am the only one who can accompany Hermione. However, Sirius’ chief concern had still not been addressed. “Will this help Harry?”
“Yes. It will give him the only chance that he has.”
“I’ll do it.”
* * *
The clock inside the Headmaster’s office chimed the hour. It was three o’clock as Hermione knocked once again on the door separating her from her fate.
“Come in, Miss Granger.”
Hermione walked in to the office for the second time in as many hours. She noticed that nothing had changed except that there seemed to be an extra person in the room that she didn’t recognise.
The boy sitting before her was wearing Muggle jeans and a burgundy t-shirt that emphasised his muscles. He appeared to be about her age, with wavy, shoulder length, black hair and handsome, chiselled features. It was only when she looked in to his stormy, grey eyes and heard her name in his voice that she realised who it was.
“Sirius!?” she gasped.
Sirius chuckled, “In the flesh, although it is twenty years younger.”
“What are you doing here? What happened?” she asked before thinking, Wow! I never knew that Sirius was so handsome when he was younger. No wonder all the girls were after him, he definitely has that ‘bad boy’ vibe. Not my type at all though thank Merlin.
“Dumbledore asked me here to look after you on your mission. As for what happened, I’ve taken a potion that’s basically made me seventeen again so that I can blend in with all the other students.”
“So I’ll be attending Hogwarts?” Hermione asked Dumbledore.
“Yes, Miss Granger. You and Sirius will be travelling to the start of the Christmas holidays in 1943, December 19th to be precise. You will be delivered to the front gates of Hogwarts where you will then be escorted to Headmaster Dippet’s office and Sorted.”
“What do you need me to do there, Professor?”
Dumbledore looked at Hermione through his half-moon spectacles solemnly. “Just be yourself and live the life of a seventeen year old witch.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“There is a small condition with this. You and Sirius will have to relinquish me your memories until you return. You will be made to believe that you are siblings, twins in fact. Sirius and Hermione Rachna, born on 19th September 1926.”
“Professor Dumbledore, do you mean to tell me that I will lose all my memories and be made to believe that Sirius is my twin brother?”
Dumbledore’s blue eyes twinkled. “Nicely summarised, Miss Granger.”
“And that I will basically be repeating my sixth year? What do you need me to do there, sir?”
“Just blend in.”
Is this some scheme to get me out of the way and in to hiding to save me from Voldemort? I won’t do it if that’s the case. I want to help Harry, I want to make a difference.
“This is the only way to ensure Harry’s victory, Miss Granger.”
All of a sudden the pieces all fit in to place. What if the reason that she had to have her memories taken from her was because they could get in the way of what she needed to do?
“Tom Riddle,” Hermione breathed, “you want me to get close to Tom Riddle don’t you? Of course, my memories will get in the way.”
Dumbledore nodded gravely.
“I’ll do it, sir. How do I give you my memories?”
“I shall extract them momentarily but first you will need to take a potion to permanently change your hair colour to the same shade as Sirius’. We must make this believable after all.”
Hermione grasped the bottle of azure potion offered to her. She had always loved the colour of Sirius’ hair and wondered how it would look on herself. The potion oddly tasted of a mixture between cinnamon and liquorice. Surprisingly, it wasn’t all to unpleasant an experience. She could feel the magic take hold and turned to look in the mirror next to Dumbledore’s foe glass. She couldn’t help but gasp. The darker hair tone made her skin look paler, but no the sickly pallor of death. She truly looked as if she could be related to Sirius.
“Wow, Hermione, you actually do look as if you could be my sister.”
Hermione laughed, “Thanks, Sirius.”
Dumbledore glanced at the twelve hands on his watch. It was time. He extricated a small, glass orb attached to a golden chain. Hermione thought it had a strong resemblance to the Time-Turner that she had used in her third year until she remembered that they had all been destroyed.
“This glass vial will be used to store your memories,” Dumbledore explained, “it will be returned to you when the time is right.”
Hermione and Sirius both nodded.
“I will put you both in to an enchanted sleep. When you wake up it will be 19th December 1943. Miss Granger, Sirius, all the clothes and documents that you will need will be sent with you. I wish you both the best of luck.”
Before either Hermione or Sirius had a chance to speak, Albus Dumbledore waved his wand and out them both in to an enchanted sleep. He had work to do.
A/N: There we have it guys, our intrepid heroes are off to the past! I promise you the next chapter will have some Hermione/Tom interaction :) Please feed that review box down there :)
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