***“But hasn’t she been alone?” Peter asked. Really, Peter? Really? Lily merely grabbed his arm and shoved him up the stairs. James and Remus followed slowly. Sirius stayed behind. I heard the door close in the boys’ dormitory and jumped from my chair, rounding on Sirius.***
“YOU!”
“What, Hermione?” Sirius asked sounding exasperated. “What do you want?”
“What gives you the right to kiss me? You just messed everything up!”
“What? What did I mess up, Hermione? ‘Cause if you ask me, I think I did pretty well. I mean, you seemed into it.”
“Ugh! You foul- you foul, disgusting, chauvinistic pig!”
“Oh, Hermione, calm down. Honestly, look me in the eye and tell me you don’t find me attractive. Tell me you don’t want me.”
I looked into Sirius’ eyes and opened my eyes. But instead of telling him off I stopped, there was something in his eyes that I hadn’t noticed in this time before. There was pain and sorrow. The pain and sorrow from leaving his family and being alone. That pain and sorrow would later attract the dementors of Azkaban. I wanted to pity Sirius; I wanted to comfort him, but at the moment, all I felt was anger. Even through the anger, tears of pity, and possibly tears of anger, welled in my eyes.
“No, Sirius,” I said. My voice was weak. “I do find you attractive-“ He smiled. “But I have never wanted you. I do not want you, and I will never want you.” His face fell.
“You. Lie.”
“What did you just say?”
“You heard me, Little Miss Perfect. You bloody well know that you’re lying, so jump off your high horse and admit it.”
“You disgust me, Sirius Black!”
“You and I both know that’s not true.” He turned away from me and started walking away.
“Don’t walk away from me, Sirius Black!” I was sobbing by now and Sirius was already disappearing into the boys’ dorms. “Fine, go run off to your stupid magic motorcycle magazines. Maybe one day you might find someone who can get it to fly, because it’s going to need a lot of power to get your egotistical head off the ground!”
Oh no! Oh Merlin, oh Merlin! Me and my big mouth! Why? Why? Why? Wait, maybe he didn’t hear me. Yeah, hopefully. A door slammed and footsteps came barging down the stairs. My eyes grew wide. Yep, he definitely heard me. Sirius appeared and glared at me.
“What did you just say, Granger?”
“Oh, are we using last names now, Black?”
“Oi, stuff it. How do you know about my motorcycle?”
“Um, you talk about it all the time. Sometimes when I’m bored, I actually listen to you.”
“Yes, but how do you know about the magic?”
“Sirius, I’m a witch. I think I know about magic.”
“Bloody hell, Hermione! How do you know that I want the motorcycle to fly? How do you know about it?”
“It doesn’t matter how I know! That’s what I’m trying to tell you! None of it matters anymore! You messed it all up with that stupid kiss! Now everything is messed up and Harry will never forgive me!”
“You know what Hermione- I don’t know how you knew or how you found out. I hadn’t even told James, yet. Peter was right when he said you were strange. Get out of here! Go and cry to your precious Harry!”
Sirius spun around and stormed up the stairs. I fell to the ground and sobbed. I was confused and hurt. This wasn’t how I normally acted. And now I was scared and confused out of my mind. For that moment, I hated being in the Marauders’ time. I truly hated it, deep down inside. I can’t deal with this anymore. I’m just too confused. I want to go home. Now.
I felt a tingling sensation start in my arm. I looked down to see the scar caused by the mirror glowing. The tingling spread to my other arm and then my legs. Suddenly my whole body was shuddering with magic. Visions of my time with the Marauders swept in front of my eyes, followed by visions from my own time.
I saw myself receiving my letter to Hogwarts, purchasing my first wand, meeting Harry and Ron for the first time, taking my first DADA exam. I saw my parents, my grandparents. I saw the Weasleys, Remus, Sirius, and Dumbledore. I saw the Mirror of Evol and Epoh. I saw myself walking towards it and just before I stepped through, I heard a voice. A voice filled with emotion- it was sorrowful, scared, caring, and loving. And then everything was gone.
“Hermione! NO!”
I know it’s short, but bear with me! It’s Thanksgiving Break and I want to get as many chapters out as I can! As usual, I don’t own Harry Potter, only the things you don’t recognize. Read and review! :D -JA
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