A/N: This was suggested by Terrence Rogue who thought it might be interesting to see a story that involved Fabian and/or Gideon Prewett and Hermione Granger due to the fact that they are a very rare grouping. It will, of necessity, be a time travel fic because really people, we don't have enough of those. So there are a few things that we need to get clear in the beginning that aren't necessary for other characters. Little is known of the Prewett family, except that they are pureblood and related to the Blacks by marriage. That's it. We have no idea who Molly's parents are, or if she had other siblings aside from Fabian and Gideon. We have no idea when Fabian and Gideon's birthdays are, or if they are, in fact, twins. There is no information about whether or not they were older or younger than Molly, although I think we can safely assume that they were older than the Marauders. The only actual facts we have for them are a) they were members of the Order and b) it took five Death Eaters to take them out (implying that they were powerful wizards). In the movie version of OotP, they had James and Oliver Phelps (Fred and George, if you didn't know) pose as Fabian and Gideon in the picture of the original order so we're going to pretend that this means Fabian and Gideon are twins. (I swear to Merlin, I do not have a twin fetish.)

So, right. This story shall take place mostly in the past starting in 1979 and moving on from there. That way we've got the fabulous Prewett twins AND Marauder love, and what could be better than that?

February 10, 2000

"We need to help Hermione," Ginny said, a look of purpose in her eyes. Lavender and Parvati looked back at Ginny doubtfully.

"I don't know Ginny," Lavender said slowly. "Hermione seems pretty happy to me."

"No," Ginny said determinedly. "She's absolutely miserable. She just doesn't realize it. That's what's so tragic about it all. She's going to be single on Valentine's Day, and you don't want that for her, do you?"

"Well, no," Parvati said thoughtfully. "She deserves to be happy."

"Right, and the only way for her to be happy, is to be with my brother Ron," Ginny said triumphantly. Lavender and Parvati exchanged glances.

"But, Ginny, they fight…all the time. Honestly, Hermione seems much happier since their latest break-up," Lavender said slowly, frowning.

"It's just a front she's putting up to cover up all the agony she's feeling," Ginny said sharply. Parvati didn't think Hermione was in all that much agony. She seemed really happy. No, Parvati suspected that the major problem that Ginny had was that Hermione was currently living with Harry, and the both of them seemed in no hurry whatsoever to change that anytime soon.

"What exactly are you proposing to do about it?" Lavender asked cautiously. Ginny smiled sweetly at Lavender who felt strangely uneasy.

"A spell to help her find happiness," Ginny said with a firm nod. Parvati shook her head.

"That's rather vague, Ginny," Parvati said sternly. "I would be happier helping on a spell that was supposed to unite her with her soul mate, or something like that. Otherwise, it's like you want to force her to be with Ron whether she really wants to be with him, or not."

"Oh, fine," Ginny huffed and waved a hand. "Let's help her find her soul mate, or whatever."

"Right," Lavender said, frowning and looking at Parvati with worry. Parvati shrugged.

"Did you have a spell in mind, Ginny?" Parvati asked. Ginny smiled again.

"I do, but we have to figure out how to get Hermione to say it," she said excitedly.

"I don't know," Lavender said with a frown. "That doesn't seem like the sort of thing that Hermione would just do."

"Yes, but if we get her completely hammered, she might," Ginny said as though this were the most brilliant plan ever. Lavender and Parvati exchanged another glance.

"Well, if it will make Hermione happy…then, okay," Parvati said finally. Ginny grinned triumphantly.

February 11, 2000

Number 12 Grimmauld Place

The library was cozy and comfortable after Harry had remodeled it. It had large overstuffed couches and chairs scattered throughout. The new carpet was thick and plush, and the wallpaper had all been redone. Harry thought the new color scheme of Gryffindor crimson and gold went well with the rich, dark wood and he rather thought that Padfoot would have approved. Four girls were currently lounging on various pieces of furniture, in various states of drunkenness. Ginny wasn't drunk at all because she'd been drinking apple juice disguised as firewhiskey. Hermione was very, very drunk because Ginny had increased the alcoholic content of her firewhiskey with a charm she'd gotten from Fred and George.

"So wait," Hermione said, weaving slightly and giggling. "You want me to find my-my soul mate? Merlin's beard, Ginny, you don't believe in that shite, do you?"

"It's not shite!" Lavender protested vehemently. The other girls looked at her in surprise. "Well, it's not."

"Oh, Lavender, really," Hermione snorted, and then started giggling again. "There's one perfect match out there for each little witch? If she just hopes and dreams enough, he'll come along and sweep her up in his big, strong, manly arms? What utter tripe!"

"Then there's no harm in you saying this little spell, now is there?" Ginny said firmly, shoving the parchment at Hermione who squinted at it, mouthing the words to herself and giggling.

"Oh, Merlin! You guys, listen to this shite: 'I call on your power, Godess of love. Down from the heavens, Descend from above.' Who writes this crap? 'I ask for your help, To find the right one…', wait a tic, what if it's more than one? What if my soul mate is really soul mates? There should be something in here for that. I mean, what if I'm meant to be with Puddlemere United or something?" Hermione leaned over and asked Lavender who rolled her eyes. Ginny frowned.

"Keep reading, Hermione," she said sharply. Hermione blew a raspberry at her.

"Keep your knickers on, Gin," she said tartly and turned back to the parchment. "'I ask for your help, To find the right one or Quidditch team, as the case may be'. Don't look like that, Ginny! I'm just covering my options here! 'Send me to my soul mate (or soul mates or Quidditch team)' Loosen up, Ginny!, 'With the power of the sun'. Right. What a load of rubbish."

"So mote it be," intoned the other three girls. There was a loud crack, similar to the sound that house elves make when they apparate, and the space where Hermione used to be was empty. They all blinked at one another.

"Where did she go?" Parvati asked, with a worried frown. Ginny smiled triumphantly.

"Isn't it obvious? She's been sent to Ron! Oh, this is brilliant! He'll be so pleased," Ginny gushed. Lavender frowned.

"Don't you mean she'll be so pleased? I mean, the whole point of this was to make Hermione happy, right?" Lavender asked sharply. Ginny waved a hand.

"Of course. She'll be thrilled when she realizes that her soul mate has been in front of her this whole time!" Ginny was giddy with success. So giddy, that when Harry wandered in, and asked where Hermione was, she told him.

"You did what?" Harry demanded, shocked. He insisted on flooing the Burrow, and when he was told by a surprised Ron that no, Hermione was not there, he began to panic. "What the hell, Ginny? You just decided to vanish Hermione? Was she in your way or something?" The look on Ginny's face said it all. Harry paled. "Merlin's beard…she was wasn't she? Bloody hell, what have you done? Have you killed her or something? Get the hell out of my house, and don't bother to come back, I'm changing the wards."

"But," Ginny tried. Harry was passed all reason at that point and practically threw her out the door. He paced his empty house and stared at the wall.

"Where are you, Hermione?" he whispered. Please be safe. Please don't be dead.

February 11, 1979

Secret Order of the Phoenix Meeting

The meeting was in full swing, and Fabian and Gideon Prewett were listening with half an ear. Dumbledore was a good guy, but he tended to be all mysterious and hope that that was good enough for everybody. Currently a screaming match was taking place between McKinnon and Moody. Fabian rolled his eyes at his brother, and Gideon nodded. Sitting near them were the new kids: Potter, Black, Lupin, and Pettigrew, a bunch of recent inductees. It irritated the piss out of all four males to be referred to as kids, so of course the Prewett twins called them that every chance they got. It made the meetings go by slightly faster. Gideon rolled his shoulders, and his back popped. Fabian sighed heavily.


A figure fell onto the floor in the middle of the room. It looked smallish, and female-ish. It groaned.

"Bloody fucking hell," it cursed in a decidedly feminine voice. The Prewett twins sat up. Those nearest the figure had their wands out, as she sat up. She pushed wild curls out of her face and stared at them for a minute. "I don't believe it! Wait, you lot don't look like Puddlemere United. In fact, you look like…oh, shit!"

"She appears to have fainted," Moody observed darkly, staring down at the woman who was lying on the floor.

"She also appears to have the mouth of a sailor," Lily sniffed self-righteously. Fabian and Gideon snorted. They got up and moved toward the unconscious woman. She looked as though she were dressed for bed. She was wearing sweats and a Quidditch jersey.

"Oi! Kiddos, this girl's wearing a Gryffindor jersey. Any of you lot recognize her?" Fabian called out. The four boys glared darkly at him, and stalked over. They frowned.

"No," James Potter said with a shrug. "Never seen her before."

"Really, Potter?" Moody asked curiously. He was crouched down by the girl and had lifted her shoulder high enough that it was possible to see 'Potter' emblazoned on her back. James blushed and shook his head.

"Honestly, sir. I've never seen her before in my entire life. Guys?" He turned to his friends. They also shook their heads. The young woman groaned and Fabian and Gideon crouched down by her face. Her lashed fluttered up; revealing hazel eyes with threads of gold that made a man want to swim in them.

"Fred? George?" She muttered, blinking. "I am so going to kill your sister. Wait a minute…boys did you do something to your eyes?"

"Nope, love," Fabian said with a cheeky grin. "But it's Fabian, not Fred. He's shorter and drools a bit."

"Not funny, Fred. I feel like I've been pulled through a wringer backwards," she moaned, her hand coming up to her head. She turned to look at Gideon and paled dramatically. "George…how come you've got two ears?"

"It's Gideon, love, and why wouldn't I have two ears? Don't most people?" He asked dryly. She snorted.

"Is this prank Hermione night? You do remember that I give just as good as I get, and you two are going to be begging for mercy," she said tartly. Fabian and Gideon grinned even wider.


"Ooh. Don't do the stereo surround sound thing just now. I think your sister got me drunk on purpose," she accused. The twins blinked at her.

"Why would Molly want to get you drunk?" Fabian asked in surprise. The young woman sat up, and stared hard at both men.

"You're not Fred and George," she said softly, her face paling dramatically. They frowned at her.

"No, thought we established that. We're a lot taller and able to walk and talk and all that." Gideon said with a wry smile.

"Sweet Circe's lacy pink knickers," she whispered. She looked up at the people surrounding her, all of whom were dead in her time and swallowed.

"Why are you wearing my Quidditch jersey?" James demanded suddenly. Hermione blinked at him and snorted.

"Isn't yours," she said flatly.

"Well, love, it does say Potter, and he's the only one we've got," Gideon said reasonably.

"It's a seeker's jersey, isn't it?" she snapped. "So it isn't yours, is it?"

"How do you know I'm not a seeker?" James demanded. She snorted again.

"You were a Chaser," she said flatly. He frowned at her.

"How do you know that?" he asked sharply. She sighed in irritation.

"Look. I've just been dumped here, I have no idea how to get home, and I've got a bloody raging headache. So can someone just side-along me to the Leaky or something?" Hermione snapped.

"How do we know we can trust her?" Peter Pettigrew asked cautiously. She snarled at him.

"That's fucking rich, coming from you," she snapped. She stood up, and moved toward a wall. With her back to the room she started to take of her Quidditch jersey.

"Um," Lily started to say something, but Sirius clapped his hand over her mouth. She glared at him and he grinned back at her. Hermione slid off her jersey, and held her hair out of the way. Emblazoned over her back was a phoenix tattoo, and because it was a magical tattoo, it began to preen for its audience. She looked over her shoulder at them.

"I've shown you mine," she sneered at Peter, sliding on her jersey. "Now you show me yours."

"Wha-what do you mean?" he whispered. Hermione glared at him, and he was frozen in place with a silent, wandless immobulus. She stalked over to him and wrenched up his left sleeve. The Dark Mark stood out luridly on his pale flesh.

"Now can I go?" She snapped, crossing her arms protectively over her chest. Everyone was staring at her, and then staring at Peter, and then staring at her. Fabian and Gideon looked at one another and frowned.

"You thought we were Fred and George," Gideon said slowly, watching her carefully. She sighed.

"Well, I was disoriented," she groused. "Obviously, you're not. I mean, you've got blue eyes, and, um, Gideon? Well, he's got both ears. And really, you both look a bit different. Maybe a bit more like Bill. Although that could be the hair."

"Wow," Fabian said softly, staring at her with wide eyes.

"What he said," Gideon said, and sat down heavily in a chair.

"What's she talking about?" Moody asked Fabian sharply. The Prewett twins looked up at him in consternation.

"She thought we were our twin nephews who, by the way, aren't even one year old yet," Gideon said carefully, looking Moody in the eye.

"How did this happen, my dear," Dumbledore asked her kindly. Hermione tried to repress a shudder. It was really creepy being in a room with a bunch of dead people.

"Well, Ginny, my former friend, is responsible, I think," she said uncertainly, tugging anxiously on her jersey. "She's having a really hard time accepting the fact that her brother and I are never going to work out."

"I don't understand how that brought you here," Moody said with a frown. She shrugged.

"It was some stupid spell. She knew I'd never do it sober so she…OH! Oh, that little…I am really going to kill her," Hermione was muttering to herself.

"What spell?" Marlene McKinnon demanded in frustration, her cheeks pink. Hermione blushed furiously.

"It…it was stupid," Hermione said finally. "It was this dumb soul mate spell thing. I told her it would never work, and, er, I may have altered it a bit."

"You didn't!" Dorcas Meadows gasped in horror. Hermione glared at her.

"Well, it's stupid! The idea that there's one perfect guy out there just waiting to come along and swoop me up is laughable. So…I…er…I may have said soul mate or soul mates or Quidditch team," Hermione confessed, her cheeks a brilliant pink.

"Well that explains the bit about Puddlemere United," Benjy Fenwick muttered. Fabian choked on a laugh, and Gideon coughed suspiciously.

"Wait a minute, so somebody here is supposed to be your soul mate?" Remus Lupin's voice rose almost a full octave.

"If it's Pettigrew, I demand a refund," she snapped, glaring at the traitor.

"Yes, but, er, how are you supposed to know who it is?" Marlene McKinnon asked her, looking around at everyone. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Oh, come on! It was a stupid, ridiculous idea, and it backfired in a big way. No one here is my soul mate, I'm sure," Hermione said confidently. Dorcas Meadows frowned, and looked at Moody and Dumbledore.

"How are we supposed to help her get home?" She asked curiously. "I mean, can she even get home? Or, to her time, or whatever?"

"That is a very interesting question," Dumbledore said thoughtfully. "I'm not sure if she can."

"Oh, swell," Hermione muttered darkly.

"Well, to be sure time travel is a very tricky thing," Emmeline Vance said thoughtfully.

"And it depends on the parameters of the spell," Benjy Fenwick offered from his seat.

"Well the parameters were just to deliver up my soul mate/Quidditch team," Hermione said with a shrug. "That was it, end of spell."

"But, there's no real way to reverse that," Benjy said with a frown.

"And if you did try to send her to the future, it might be some sort of altered future where she's some sort of slave, or…or dead, or something," Dorcas pointed out.

"When you put it like that," Hermione looked guiltily toward Pettigrew, and then looked at Dorcas. "Is there some sort of girls' dormitory for the Order?"

"What do you guys do in the future?" Dorcas asked curiously. Hermione gave a low, throaty chuckle, and pointed to Sirius.

"We all hang out at his mum's place," she smirked. Sirius turned red and then white and looked as though he were having some sort of fit. "I've got my own room and everything. Harry's redone the library in Gryffindor crimson and gold. Kreacher grumbled a bit at first, but as long as we don't touch Regulus' room, he's fine."

"The Order is located at my mother's house?" Sirius asked with wide eyes. Moody and Dumbledore frowned.

"The Order is still needed then?" Dumbledore asked gravely. Hermione shrugged.

"It's been officially disbanded, but Harry let's anyone from the Order or the DA who needs a place to crash stay there," she said matter-of-factly.

"Who is Harry?" asked several people all at once.

"Er," Hermione frowned slightly. She nibbled on her lower lip for several long minutes. "He's…um…Sirius' godson."

"But he lives at my mother's house and he's redecorated the library?" Sirius asked, in an obvious state of confusion.

"Yes," Hermione said firmly.

"Where am I?" Sirius asked, even more confused. Hermione swallowed nervously.

"I don't think you want me to answer that," she said finally, not meeting his eyes, and preferring to glare some more at Pettigrew.

"This is all very confusing," Alice Longbottom said with a frown. She sat down carefully. "If you need a place to stay, we have plenty of room, but you'll have to put up with my mother-in-law."

"Ooh, Mrs. Longbottom? Excellent!" Hermione said with a genuine smile. Everyone in the room who was acquainted with Augusta Longbottom stared at Hermione as though she were certifiably insane. She frowned. "What?"

"You know my mother?" Frank asked curiously. Hermione nodded.

"Of course, she fought with us at the—um, never mind," she muttered. Frank was goggling at her.

"My mother…fought…with you?" Frank said faintly. Hermione nodded again.

"One badass witch, too," Hermione said fondly. "I'd have her at my back any day of the week."

"I think I have a headache," Dorcas murmured, rubbing her temples.

"What are we going to do with, er, what is your name again, miss?" Benjy Fenwick asked the Order at large. Hermione frowned.

"It's Hermione, and no one's going to do anything with me," she said sharply.

"Yes, but," Benjy began and Moody slashed his hand at him. He frowned at her.

"Would you be willing to help us?" Moody asked gruffly. Hermione nodded.

"Of course I would. I've got information that you lot don't. Important information." Hermione said seriously, her eyes narrowing on Moody's face. He nodded and turned to Dumbledore.

"I say we let her stay and help us," Moody said firmly. "We can't even offer her the chance to go home."

"I'm not sure," Dumbledore said gravely, frowning slightly as he watched Hermione. "This could cause ripple effects that we might not be able to determine."

"Mmm, yes," Hermione said coldly. "Like saving thousands of lives. That truly would be awful."

"It's bad out there, Dumbledore, you have to admit that. She could be our secret weapon," Fabian said, with a cheeky grin for the feisty little witch.

"I'll second that," Gideon said firmly, with a wink for Hermione. She blinked at both of them, and then turned to Moody.

"Sir?" She asked, showing him more respect than she'd showed anyone else in the room. He nodded once, and she glanced at Pettigrew. "I won't talk while he's here."

"Longbottom?" Moody turned to Frank and Alice who stood and nodded.

"We'll take him in," Frank said firmly. Then he turned to Hermione. "Wait till we get back, yeah?"

A/N: So, I hope this is sort of what Terrence was thinking of…not that there's much Fabian/Gideon action as of yet, but we have to set the framework, yeah? If not, I can scrap it. :D