Disclaimer: I own nothing and never will. Harry Potter series is awesome and also this is FANFICTION, but still don't own. Damn. J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter.
Just a warning: There are a lot of italics in this chapter for thoughts, thought talking, and writing letters. I hope you can still read them. Also, I use full names for my characters for every new chapter I start. Hope it doesn't bother you guys. J
~Italics without quotation marks are thoughts and flashbacks
~Italics with quotation marks are more 'expressed'
~Italics with bold are the telepathic connection
Harry Potter walked with his wife, Hermione Potter, down to the Great Hall for breakfast as they talked about important things to do, quietly.
"I was thinking we should keep track of things we change here, and from what they were before-back in 1997," Hermione told her husband.
"Yeah, I agree, but we should write down things we need to change," Harry told her. "So we have to keep track of three things,"
Hermione nodded and entered the Hall, Harry behind her. They headed for the Ravenclaw table and were in surprise to see only a few were sitting there, reading textbooks.
Harry looked at the staff table to see who was teaching and to see if it was going to be the same as last time. He grimaced when he saw Quirrell and Snape, but Headmaster Dumbledore made him seethe. Here were the three men, one in the back of a head of a teacher, who ruined his life because of a stupid prophecy that cost him everything in his life.
Harry felt a warm hand envelop his and knew Hermione was trying to keep him calm and he felt grateful. He had her for the rest of his life.
He sat down and kissed her cheek. She smiled in return as she got parchment and ink out to write their idea's down.
"Harry we should deal with the rock and Quirrell sooner than later, that way we can change things right away,"
"Sure, but Sirius and my parents are very protective, especially after knowing how we died last time," Harry told her, his voice implied the obvious: protectiveness.
Hermione froze. "You mean to tell me that they will freak out and kill everyone bad that hurt us?"
Harry nodded. "Most likely,"
Hermione nodded but kept eating her breakfast as she wrote. At least I have protective in-laws.
"Besides, we still have to see your parents and tell them everything,"
Hermione groaned. You mean before they kill me? "I probably should write them a letter about you and school," She mused and took out another parchment and started a letter for her parents.
Dear Mum and Dad,
Hi! School is great so far, although I'm a bit upset because it's so old fashioned here. We don't even get taught in English, Mathematics, Science, or Social Studies! Just magical classes that I know already, but I'm sure it's not even that hard to know in the first place! Also, we use quills, parchments, and owls for school and mail! How horrible, right? I think I'll ask my HUSBAND if he can figure anything out.
I love that word…husband. Yes, Harry and I are married, but I can explain more the next time I see you. It's very complicated. I don't trust these owls, so I'm sorry I can't tell you know. But, I am MARRIED! Yes! And there is no way in Hell I'm leaving him, even if he's in the Wizarding World or leaves the Wizarding World. I'll follow him to the ends of the earth…I love him so much.
You know him already, what's not to love? He's everything Daddy is, but more. Strength, handsome, smart, savvy, witty, brave…oh I could just go on.
I'm writing on the first day of classes, so there isn't much to write, really. I'll write more later, after my classes and whatever else happens.
Hermione Jane Potter
Hermione smiled as she folded her letter. I'll send it later
Harry took her quill and stopped before writing. "You know, we should be more modern here. All these quills, parchments, and owl are so annoying. We should have pens, pencils, markers, notebooks, binders, and cell phones. Modern things,"
Hermione looked at her husband surprised he'd want something like that. "Well, you are a Lord, so you can do it…right?"
Harry frowned. "I have no idea. I'll ask my dad later,"
He bent back down to write.
Things to change Year 1
* Philosopher's Stone
* Make Hogwarts more modern
Harry sat back. "I think that's all for this year,"
Hermione looked over his shoulder and nodded.
"Morning Potters," Neville Longbottom greeted as he sat next to Hermione.
"Morning Neville," Both replied back, smiling.
Neville didn't bother to read what they were writing, not that he could. The smartest-witch-of-her-age had a few tricks from before as well as spells. Their parchment was blocked from the weakest to the strongest wizard or witch.
Slowly, Ravenclaw's began to enter, as well as the other houses.
Harry looked around, feeling…well he didn't know what he was feeling. He just wished things turned different so he could live his life with the woman he loves. All this war and bullshit because of a stupid Half-blood wanting to be evil and to rule the world; reminding him strongly of Adolf Hitler in the muggle world that caused World War II. All the deaths, manipulations, deceiving, potions, betrayals, and lies to ruin the Wizarding World and no one knew why. They never found out why Tom went crazy, even before they were never told. It just didn't make any sense.
That's why we are here now, Harry…to change everything for the better. Hermione told her husband through their telepathic connection.
Harry felt Hermione's love and loyalty and relaxed, ready to change life as they know it.
Professor Filtwick began handing out everyone's timetables with a spell, seeing as he was too short to hand them out himself.
Harry looked down at his.
Harry J Potter First Year
Monday, Wednesday, Friday
Morning will for sleeping in from Astronomy class
11:00 – 12:00 Charms-Professor Filtwick
12:00 – 13:00 Lunch
13:00 – 14:00 Transfiguration-Professor McGonagall
14:00 – 15:00 History of Magic-Professor Binns
15:00 – 16:00 Potions-Professor Snape
16:00 – 18:00 Break-Study
18:00 – 20:00 - Supper
9:00 – 10:00 Defence Against the Dark Arts-Professor Quirrell
10:00 – 11:00 Flying-Madame Hooch
11:00 – 12:00 Lunch
12:00 – 13:00 Herbology-Professor Sprout
13:00 – 16:00 Break-Study
16:00 – 18:00 Break-Study
18:00 – 20:00 Supper
23:00 – 24:00 Astronomy-Professor Steine
Weekends are Weekends, unless something is posted.
"Not bad," Harry remarked. "I know I will definitely do better this year around,"
Hermione nodded as she looked down at her schedule. "Because I'm here to help, right?"
Harry smirked. "Maybe,"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "At least we're all in the same classes,"
"Nev?" Harry asked. "What about you?"
Neville felt happiness that Harry was being his friend and even thought of a nickname for him. "Same classes,"
"Cool," Harry grinned.
Hermione looked at her wristwatch. "We still have all morning to do nothing," She felt weird that there was nothing to do and wondered what they should do?
Brainstorm. Harry suggested.
For what? Our lists? Hermione asked.
Harry nodded and together they began writing and brainstorming. Neville didn't bother interrupting, opting to look at his next class book, Charms.
"The map," Harry whispered suddenly.
"What?" Hermione asked, looking into his eyes.
The map, the Marauder's map! We'll need it, especially to sneak around! Harry told Hermione excitedly.
Hermione's mouth dropped open as she never even thought of that. Harry, my brilliant husband, you're absolutely right! She kissed him right on his mouth suddenly.
Harry grinned at the reward of being smart and lost his conscious thought for a minute. Definitely need to get more of those.
Hermione giggled at her husband's reaction.
Neville smirked, still reading his text. He had seen Hermione impulsively kiss Harry for no reason.
Harry got his senses back after hearing his wife's giggle and he grinned back at her. Hermione smiled impishly.
They both turned to the Gryffindor table to look at the infamous Fred and George Weasley twins laughing and cracking jokes.
"Together?" Harry asked.
"Nev, we got to go see the Weasley twins. Are you ready to go?" Harry asked as he stood up, putting the parchment in Hermione's hand as she shoved them in her bag.
Neville was shocked, yet again. Harry wanted him to hang with them, without insulting him. He couldn't wait to tell his Gran who he's friends with. Even Mum and Dad will want to know.
However, before they could go over, mail arrived with owls soaring in.
Harry blinked in surprise when he seen his snowy owl coming to him with paper and very much alive. "Hedwig," He whispered. "You're alive,"
Hedwig landed on Harry and hooted as she lifted her leg out.
Harry petted her soft fur in relief. He loved this owl.
Hermione took the paper from Hedwig's leg since Harry was distracted. Harry turned to his wife when he felt her emotion that she was angry and shocked. He looked over her shoulder as Hedwig flew off.
September 02, 1991
Boy – who –lives married!
While attending school!
Just who is the lucky girl?
Harry growled as he felt anger as well. This was only announced yesterday evening, too late for the papers! He turned to look at the staff table, namely Albus fucking Dumbledore who sat there smirking back at Harry.
Harry narrowed his eyes as he felt more anger. No way are you getting away with this old man. Harry also happened to notice the twinkle in his blue eyes were cold and creepy.
"Wasn't this just announced yesterday? How did the Prophet find out?" Professor McGonagall asked everyone. "Anyone here writing to the Prophet?"
"Who cares?" Ronald Weasley called from the Slytherin table. "It's more fame, just what Harry bloody Potter wants!"
Hermione and Harry whirled to the red head.
"Fuck you, Weasel," Harry growled.
There were gasps all around.
"I hate this so called fucking fame,"
"Potter!" McGonagall called, shocked. "Language!"
"Language? Language? Excuse me, Professor, but this Ronald does not know my husband like I do. Who is he to claim he likes fame?" Hermione's chocolate eyes shined in anger. "He was purposely egging Harry on!"
McGonagall opened her mouth, and then closed it. The girl is right. No one knows her husband, better than herself.
Damn. Why can't Ronald keep him mouth closed? He still has to befriend Harry so we can start preparing him for his death! "Yes, well, Miss Granger-," Albus began.
"Potter!" Everyone chorused.
Albus gritted his teeth. "Well, Mrs. Potter, Harry's family is pretty famous,"
"So…?" Hermione questioned.
No one spoke as a first year argued with the great Albus Dumbledore.
"Don't reply to that, Albus," McGonagall threatened.
Hermione felt shock as her favorite teacher defended Albus. Well, my favorite teacher from before.
"Mrs. Potter is right. What I'd like to know is who sold out the Potter's?" McGonagall asked.
Hermione felt her lips smile a bit. She's still the tough woman from before.
All eyes turned to the staff table, even the Slytherin's.
All the teachers were shocked and looked to their Headmaster.
Albus stood up. "Isn't it time for classes?" He was angry Hermione stood up to him and needed to teach her a valuable lesson.
"It's Monday, so not for some," Filtwick answered, hoping to see more arguing.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at Albus at his obvious dismissal. "Will I be punished for talking back, Professor Filtwick?"
Everyone looked at Filtwick, who was genuinely surprised she brought this up herself.
Everyone gasped, even Harry.
Hermione nodded and put her head down.
"Twenty points from Ravenclaw for talking back. Thirty points rewarded for Ravenclaw for standing up for your love." Filtwick replied.
Albus turned to the tiny teacher.
"What?" Filtwick shrugged as the others laughed. "She's showing loyalty. Detention with me this week, after classes to improve your reading skills," Filtwick continued.
Everyone at the other tables was smirking at the thought that Hermione Potter could not read at all, but then again, they did not know this Hermione Potter, do they?
Hermione smirked in response. She can read too easily. This was easy.
"Go on now," Filtwick ordered.
Harry and Hermione left, with Neville in tow.
Guess we'll ask Fred and George later. Harry suggested.
Yeah, sorry about that. Hermione apologized.
Harry just smiled and kissed her cheek.
"What is this?" Lily Potter asked herself as she read the Daily Prophet. "How the hell did they find out our son is married? And do they have to make it sound so bad?"
James Potter entered the kitchen and kissed his wife's forehead. "My guess is the Manipulative Old Fool, darling," He got a cup of coffee before sitting down and reading. "Shall we get involved?"
Lily thought. "No," Her smile turned feral as her green eyes darkened. Amazingly, it made James hot and bothered seeing her anger. "I want to see how our son and daughter-in-law handle this,"
"And if it ends in arguments and fights?" Sirius asked, entering the kitchen with Remus behind him. Sirius dressed to the nines while Remus dressed comfortably.
"Do you guys ever knock?" James teased. He purposely gave them a key to their home for any emergency.
"Never!" Remus was mock aghast.
"I hope it ends it arguments and fights," Lily answered Sirius.
All three men raised their eyebrows in surprise. Lily was the sensible one, not the one to cause mischief.
"What?" She asked, noticing their expressions. "I watched these kids all their lives. It will end in arguments and fights,"
"So, did you guys tell the Granger's about the marriage?" Remus asked, sitting at the table eating breakfast.
Lily shuddered at the memory. Emma was not an angry person, unless her child were harmed or lied to. "Well…it went as expected to be,"
"Emma," Lily gulped again on the phone.
"Lily, did you know that your son wanted to marry my daughter, his best friend?"
"Um…well…I kind of did, but then again I could see it so clearly," Lily tried to reason.
"At ages eleven?"
Lily went quiet. She coughed to clear her throat. "Em…I knew how Harry felt for Hermione for years,"
Emma was quiet on the other line.
"Em…we need to talk about important things,"
"About what?" Emma's voice was suspicious. "I thought we were talking about the important thing,"
"Well…I can't tell you over the phone, but since you are my best friend, I can not stand to lie to you about this any longer," Lily's voice cracked.
Emma stared at the phone. "Lils…what's going on?"
Lily took a deep breath. "Can we talk tomorrow?"
"We can't," Emma answered, not out of spite. "Dan and I need to work this week. They're all emergencies,"
Lily nodded. Her friends were dentists, so of course they would have emergencies. "Perhaps this weekend? It's very important,"
Emma thought. "Alright, I can't stay mad at you. I'll see you this weekend and I'll bring letters if Hermione sends any,"
"Likewise," Lily agreed.
"Bye, Lils," Emma replied and hung up before Lily could answer. Lily winced a bit at the obvious dismissal and anger of her best friend.
Lily hung up the phone and looked to her husband.
"How did it go?" James asked.
"As expected," Lily smiled.
*End of Flashback*
"You're going to tell her everything?" Sirius asked, shocked.
"I have to. They need to be protected," Lily answered.
"James…are you sure?" Sirius asked.
"We have to," James nodded. "This is our son's wife's family,"
"Also, our best friends," Lily reminded them all. "They can't protect themselves without magic,"
"Yeah, but did you see Dan's trophy room for guns?" James asked, shaking his head.
"No," Sirius and Remus answered.
"It's an extensive collection that he knows how to use. He even told me he taught Hermione and Harry how to use them,"
"He taught Harry and Hermione?" Lily's voice was shocked. "And you let him?"
"Lily…Harry may not always have his magic with the way the Ministry is going," James told his wife, placating her. "I'm lucky enough to be Lord and work in the Ministry. That way I can know when things do downhill or something is wrong,"
She nodded and tried not to think of her children using guns to kill. "Because of this war, we may all turn to murderers,"
The men didn't speak but knew Lily spoke the truth.
"To survive," James spoke.
"To survive," Sirius and Remus echoed.
Hermione stared around at the library she knew so well from before and realized how bad she missed Hogwarts, even with the bad people. She ran her finger along the books in a daze of happiness.
Harry watched his wife and knew how she felt. He felt the same longing for the castle itself. It was his home, even with Albus fucking Dumbledore as Headmaster.
Down a few tables were two Slytherin's, a few Hufflepuff's, a Ravenclaw, and some Gryffindor's. They weren't sitting together, obviously, but they weren't the studious types. Harry should know.
Hermione turned to look at her husband to ask him a question, until she noticed all the stares. She gave Ronald Weasley and Draco Malfoy a narrowed glare until they turned away. She glared at the Hufflepuff's also, who she knew were Hannah Abbott, Terry Boot, and Ernie McMillan. She glared at them since she didn't like or trust them…yet.
Before she can glare at the others, they turned back to their books, including the Weasley twins.
Harry smiled at Hermione gratefully.
Neville was in shock at how much they relied on each other and stood up for each other. Hermione was a measly first year! Well…a measly first year who challenged authority.
"Where would you like to sit, Neville?" Hermione asked, holding a few books already. Harry, we need to ask Filtwick for the restriction area pass. We need to look up Horcruxes since there is still some. Also, we need to learn...spells from the Black library.
Harry's gaze shot to his wife. Well…I know Sirius won't mind showing us the library, as long as it is to defeat Voldemort.
Hermione smiled in appreciation.
"Let's sit with Luna Lovegood," Neville suggested. "She's my age, although she just turned eleven today,"
Luna's here? Hermione was shocked. I never even saw her all day yesterday, or what house she belongs to!
Harry nodded then he repeated what Neville said in his head. He glanced at his wife, who dropped her mouth open.
"Today?" Both Harry and Hermione asked Neville.
"Yes," Neville answered, suspicious.
Hermione's mouth dropped open. Of all the dirty things Dumbledore did last time! Why the hell did he stop Luna from coming in her proper year?
Harry shook his head in disbelief. "Uh, Nev, I just realized…I forgot something," He stammered.
Neville looked even more suspicious.
"Yeah, so…we'll be right back!" Hermione smiled.
They both turned to leave while Neville made his way to Luna, shaking his head.
"Wait, Neville!" Hermione suddenly called.
Neville turned back as the brunette ran to him.
"Is her mother…alive?" She asked breathlessly.
Neville wondered why a sweet girl like Hermione would want to know that. "Well, no,"
Hermione's eyes teared as she nodded and ran back to her husband.
Neville was even more confused as he made his way to the blonde Ravenclaw.
"Hermione," Harry hissed as they made their way out of the library. "What the hell was that for?"
"I know the perfect gift," Hermione smiled.
Harry stared his wife, suspicious.
"There's this gift Luna got from her mother…in our last time…and she asked me to hold it in case anything happened to her," Hermione explained as they rushed to their quarters. "It's perfect,"
Harry nodded. "When did she give that to you?"
Hermione went quiet. "In our last year,"
"I know, I mean, what year?"
Harry understood. The war.
They entered their quarters as Hermione rummaged in her too-big-for-a-First-Year suitcase. She hummed a tune as she did so.
Harry sat on the bed, waiting for her. All this…bullshit…just to end a horrible war that kills everyone. Harry sighed deeply.
Hermione turned to her husband. "We'll change it. All of it," She promised as she remembered her parent's death. She felt the same twinge of pain, even though they were alive now.
Harry looked at her.
Hermione smiled softly and held up Luna's gift. It was a gold locket. "Harry, help me put protective charms on this,"
Harry helped his wife. He knew what it felt like to lose your parents, and Luna did fight with them until the end.
Quickly, they made their way back to the library.
Hermione took a deep breath. Would if we trigger her memories?
Harry hadn't thought of that. Then it's okay, because she somehow knew that the world would end badly.
Hermione nodded remembering Luna having a vision before the war even started.
Hermione sat in the library with Luna, Harry, Ronald, Ginny, and Neville reading a book about Dark Magic, disguised as Healer Duties.
Harry sat next to her, reading over her shoulder as Luna sat on her right. Neville sat by Luna, his arm around her lovingly. Ginny and Ronald sat across, seeing as there was no room next to Harry or Hermione, and seethed at how close they all were.
"I told you it's Horcruxes," Hermione hissed to Harry quietly.
Ronald looked up, hearing Hermione whisper. His brown eyes narrowed.
"I already knew that," Harry huffed quietly.
Hermione stared at him for a moment and then burst out laughing…in her sanctuary. Even Harry was surprised. She held her sides as she breathed.
Luna smiled and took the book from her friend's grasp before she dropped it.
"What's so funny?" Ginny demanded, her pale face reddening in anger.
Hermione tried to answer, but began to laugh again. Harry knowing something before her was laughable! Ronald knowing before her would probably kill her.
"I believe she's laughing at Harry's joke, Ginevra," Luna replied serenely. She noticed how her red head friend let the green monster come through lately. She was saddened a smart girl like Ginny was changing.
"What joke? Harry can barely joke!" Ronald teased, anger laced in his voice.
Neville glanced up as Hermione's laughter ended abruptly at Ronald's statement. He seen her brown eyes narrow and even Ginny began to stand up, dragging her brother.
"Ronald...tell me…do you even know what a joke is?" Hermione demanded, standing up. Harry stood up quickly, holding her arm.
Ronald opened his mouth.
"Don't answer," Hermione cold voice replied.
Everyone winced, even sweet Luna.
"Come on, Ron, before you get killed," Ginny sighed, dragging her brother away. "See you later, Harry?"
Harry looked at her. "Um…maybe. We have plans, sorry," He shrugged, looking away.
Ginny's brown eyes narrowed.
As they left, Hermione finally sat.
"Does he have to be so…so...," Hermione couldn't find the right word.
"Stupid?" Neville offered.
"Cruel?" Harry offered.
"Jealous?" Luna offered.
"All of the above," Hermione huffed, crossing her arms across her chest. Harry laughed, thinking she was adorable and leaned forward to tease her as Luna and Neville continued reading. Hermione smiled lightly.
Luna felt a slight headache and clutched her boyfriend's arm as the pain intensified. She moaned lightly as she rubbed her forehead.
"Luna?" Neville's voice broke through her pain.
"Luna?" Hermione's voice was worried.
Luna ignored them as she was flooded with pictures behind her eyelids. She saw Voldemort rise into power and kill everyone, before finally killing Harry, leaving Hermione alone. Luna felt pain as she saw the broken bodies, even her own, as she watched in horror.
"Luna?" Hermione shook her slightly.
Luna shook her head and opened her eyes. Her friend's and Neville's faces were looking at her. "I'm sorry…but I think I just had a vision,"
Hermione raised her eyebrow. "Of what?"
"Of what, Luna?" Neville asked.
Instead she took her locket off and passed it to Hermione, who took it hesitantly. She eyed her locket and knew that's the only thing that will keep her sane and Hermione remember her when she had to change everything. "I saw…the world end as Tom rose in power. He killed everyone…except Hermione," She whispered.
Hermione clutched Harry's arm.
Harry felt pain that he'd die before living his life…that they all will. He looked to his best friend, glad she'd live.
"Except…something will happen and time will be reversed," Luna continued. She looked at Hermione. "When you see me again, return that to me. That way, you'll know I'm still here and we can all change the world,"
Hermione nodded and put the necklace away.
*End of Flashback*
She trudged her eleven year old body to Luna and Neville's table as everyone else watched, Harry following.
Harry looked to Ronald and wondered was he ever his genuine friend. He was the first one he made last time, and it hurt to know his intentions.
"Hi, Luna, Neville," Hermione greeted brightly and sat down.
"Wait a minute," Neville stood up, intent on protecting Luna. He thought Hermione was faking her happiness and didn't want Luna's feelings to be hurt.
"Excuse me?" Harry asked, standing between Neville and Hermione. No one will hurt Hermione in his presence, not even his friends.
"Harry," Hermione whispered. "Let him explain at least,"
"He can do it from here," Harry replied, never taking his eyes of his friend. He immediately felt the same pain and hurt that he felt from Ron betraying him.
Neville cleared his throat. "What I was going to say was, don't sit here just to humor Luna and I, just to hurt her feelings,"
"Neville," Luna whispered quietly. Luna Lovegood was a quiet girl, much like Hermione. She didn't have friends either, for she was too 'weird', but she did not want the Potter's wrath upon them.
"I would never!" Hermione exclaimed standing up angrily.
Neville backed up slightly.
Luna was shocked at the brunette's outburst.
"Mione," Harry warned. Careful, you're about to tell them we know them from before.
Hermione took a deep breath. "Luna, I'm very sorry if I came across like a total bit-idiot," She corrected herself. Language for an eleven year old, Hermione, not your older self.
Luna was genuinely touched. This Hermione Potter apologized and did not walk away to leave her. She looked to the emerald boy beside her and noticed he still stood in front of Neville. "Apology accepted, Hermione Potter. Neville, sit. Harry and you are friends, not enemies,"
Harry smiled. "Thank you, Luna," Harry sat.
Luna's smile was bright.
Across the way, sat two Slytherin's still watching.
"Potter should have been my friend, not the mudblood's," Ronald seethed.
Draco looked to his housemate. "Weasley, I suggest you not say that in their presence, or mine," he stood up to leave.
"What? You're a house traitor now?" Ronald demanded, standing up. "Sticking up for wee little Potter and his Mudblood whore wife?"
Draco eyed the red head, wondering if he was truly stupid.
Draco blinked. One minute, Ronald was in front of him, the next he was on the table, Potter on top of him. He watched as Potter's fists rained upon the red head.
"Don't. You. Ever. Call. My. Wife. That. Name!" Harry growled with every punch.
Draco stared in amazement. How did he hear us from way over there? Also…where did he learn to fight like that? He's only eleven!
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. She ran to him, Neville on her heels. They both tried to pull Harry off. Hermione glanced at everyone. "Well, don't just stand there!" She snapped. "Help us before he kills Ronald!"
That got two Gryffindor's-Ronald's brothers-jumping forward to pull the enraged raven haired boy off their brother.
"Oi, Harry, get-,"
"Off of our-,"
"Annoying brother, before-,"
"McGonagall or someone-,"
They both tugged hard and Harry fell on top of them as Hermione launched herself to sit on Harry to keep him from moving.
All faces looked to Madam Pince staring down at them. McGonagall, Snape, Filtwick, and Dumbledore were beside her.
"Oh," Hermione groaned.
"Wow…that was fast," Draco replied. "Were you all just standing out the doors, following the Potter's?"
"One hundred points, Mr. Potter," Filtwick was disapproving, ignoring Draco's question at the moment.
"Wait!" A blonde Ravenclaw shot forward. "Wait, Professor,"
Filtwick turned to Luna. "Yes, Luna?"
"Ronald started it! Harry was just defending Hermione and every muggle-born in the world!" Luna explained. "I swear, Professor,"
"Luna doesn't lie," McGonagall agreed with the blonde.
"What?!" Snape and Albus both exclaimed.
"We come in and see a fight, and suddenly Potter is not at fault?" Snape asked.
"I agree with Severus,"
"Pfft. You would," Harry snapped.
"Excuse me, Mr. Potter?" Albus was getting so frustrated with the child and wondered what it would take to get the kid under his thumb.
"He said, you would," Hermione repeated and stood up. "What kind of Headmaster are you, that allows bullying and name calling?"
Albus opened his mouth.
"And while I'm on the subject, why in God's name is this school so old fashioned?" Hermione demanded her hands on her hips.
Albus' mouth stayed open at the brunette's fury.
"Also, how the hell did Tom become Voldemort under your school care?" Harry demanded standing up. "How come there is still Death Eater's out there? Why the hell is our Minister of Magic incompetent?"
Silence reined the library at the Potter's outbursts as every brain began to think and wonder the question why to everything they were told.
"Um," Luna began. "So, Harry was just defending. You can take my memory of it, if you wish…?"
"No," Hermione spoke up. "They will not take your memory, will you Headmaster? I mean, you have to stop at some point,"
Albus said nothing, but swallowed thickly. How the hell does she know I spy on my students?
"Twenty points from Ravenclaw," Filtwick spoke.
Everyone gaped. That was a hundred and twenty points removed.
"Ninety points for defending your love. Detention with Hagrid for a week,"
Harry smiled and turned to look at the Headmaster.
"And, no, Mr. Malfoy, we weren't lurking," McGonagall gave a small smile. "We were just passing through the halls,"
Albus stared at the two children before turning away and leaving.
"Sir? Our questions?" Harry asked, stopping the Headmaster in his tracks.
Albus said nothing and continued to walk, leaving.
"That's none of your concern, Potter," Snape snapped.
Harry turned to look at the Potion's Master slowly. "Bite me, Snivellous,"
"Mr. Potter!" McGonagall's voice was aghast.
"Bullying," Hermione told the Professor.
"Shouldn't Ronald be punished?" Luna asked, saving her friends.
"Yes," McGonagall agreed and looked pointedly at Snape.
Snape sighed and went to the red head that was groaning and cursing on the floor, Draco beside him, but not helping. He looked to his Godson, confused. He thought he would have instigated Potter.
Draco looked at his Professor and walked away, stating his point.
Snape furrowed his eyebrows.
Hermione raised her eyebrows when she seen that display from Draco as Harry helped the Weasley twins up.
Filtwick walked away, McGonagall in tow.
"I'm not sorry," Harry told the twins.
"Harry. We didn't-,"
"Know he was such-,"
"An insufferable git,"
I hate it when they do that. Hermione sighed.
Harry smirked. "Yes, well, Fred," He looked at the twin. "George," He looked at the other twin. "I have a request,"
"How'd you know who was who?" Both asked.
Wouldn't you like to know? Harry wondered. "Just do. Now listen, I'm wondering if I could get the Marauder's map, and in return I will introduce you to the Marauder's,"
Fred and George gaped at Harry. "You know them? Our idols?"
"Close acquaintances," Harry smiled. "And don't idol them. They don't like it,"
"It's all yours," Fred thrusted the parchment at Harry. Hermione moved next to her husband.
"I solemnly swear I'm up to no good," Hermione muttered lowly so no one could hear. The map opened and showed them everything. Hermione smiled up at Harry.
"Mischief managed," Harry whispered.
"You really do know them," George was in awe.
"I'll set up a meeting for you guys this weekend…maybe you can show them your pranks. I heard you guys are the greatest pranksters," Harry shrugged nonchalant.
Hermione smirked as she put the map away.
"Yes, Master, yes," Fred and George fell to Harry's feet and bowed over and over, their arms out as well.
Harry laughed. "Get up you weirdo's,"
Everyone else laughed in the library.
"We will be waiting to hear from you!" Both called as they left.
Harry turned to Neville and Luna to see them hiding their smiles.
"Well, there goes our leader," a kid laughed at the Gryffindor table. "I'll catch you girls later, got to catch up with Fred and George,"
Two dark skinned girls sat there with a pale girl, Harry knowing who they were: Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Katie Bell.
Oh, not you. Hermione's internal voice groaned.
Harry turned to see who she was talking about and noticed a Chinese dark haired girl that he had a crush on, a long time ago.
Cho Chang. Hermione moaned already her heart hurting from past memories.
Harry felt her pain and wanted her to feel better, so he hugged her.
Luna and Neville walked back to the table, silently.
Hermione, I know I can't say or do anything, but I'm going to try. I love you, not her. I loved you last time; I was just too stupid to act upon it. Harry reassured her.
Hermione just nodded. Let's give Luna her present.
Harry let his wife go and followed her to the table, feeling her pain.
"Wow, you guys sure know how to attract attention or trouble," Neville smirked.
Hermione sighed. "You're not kidding," I want to kill something so bad now.
Harry sat down. "So, Luna, we heard something from a little birdie,"
Luna looked up, her silvery grey eyes widening.
"Happy birthday!" Both smiled brightly.
Luna teared. "Thank you,"
"Also…please don't freak out," Hermione prayed as she held the locket out. She closed her eyes, waiting for Luna's wrath, witnessing it in their previous life.
Luna's gaze wavered as she gently took the gift the Potter's gave her. It was the locket her mother gave her, before she died in a tragic accident. She looked everywhere for it. She looked to see the brunette's eyes tightly closed and Harry looking at her.
"Where did you…?" Luna whispered her voice cracking. She opened the locket to see her mother's beautiful face.
Hermione opened her eyes cautiously. "Well…I can't tell you, as much as I want to," She bit her bottom lip.
Harry was momentarily distracted at Hermione biting her lip, thinking inappropriate thoughts of an eleven year old.
Luna just nodded. "You can tell me whenever…just…thank you so much," She whispered. "Neville, will you put this one me?" She asked.
Neville nodded, quiet. He didn't understand why his friend was in tears, but she didn't threaten Hermione, so she likes the gift.
"Don't worry, Neville, these are tears of joy," Luna assured him.
"I figured that much," Neville smiled.
Emma sat at her kitchen table, reading her bills. Dan was taking a shower since they had a bleeder earlier, but had to go back to their clinic soon.
She was startled when a brown owl flew into her kitchen, clutching parchment in its claws. It hooted and lifted its claw to her.
She smiled and took the letter. "Thank you. Can you wait until I write a reply?"
The owl hooted and sat beside her on her shoulder.
She smiled widely. "Dan! We have a letter from Hermione!"
Dan came down the stairs and read over his wife's shoulder.
Emma smiled at the end of her daughter's letter. "Well, she's happy,"
"So I won't kill the boy then," Dan agreed.
"Do you think they meant to?" Emma asked, looking up at her husband.
Dan frowned. "At ages eleven? No…I think they would have waited. We know our children. They were forced for some reason,"
Emma nodded. "Lily was right, however. They were bound to marry at some point,"
Dan smiled at his little girl's words and how fast she was changing.
"I can't wait for her next one," Emma smiled.
"Are you going to write back?" Dan asked his wife.
"Of course!" Emma smiled.
Dear Hermione and Harry
First of all, hello Harry, our son-in-law.
Well, that school needs to be upgraded, clearly, but I'm sure I can find a way to teach you your old school subjects, don't worry. What do you mean, you already know magical classes? You just started them. Yes, it's horrible to be so old fashioned.
You're HUSBAND? Hm, I see. Yes, I now know you're married, honey, I got a letter. You better explain more later, Hermione. Lily said she had things to tell me and that it involves Harry and you. Do you know what she is referring to? I know you won't leave Harry, Hermione. You loved him for years.
I agree. What's not to love about Harry?
We love you,
Emma and Daniel Granger
"How's that?" She asked.
Hermione listened to Professor Filtwick as he taught them the Cushioning Charm, Harry sitting beside her taking notes. She remembered this class and knew others had troubles. She wondered if she should help the other students.
She was kind of glad this time around about the seating arrangements this time around: they stuck all the First Year's together, instead of House divided. Apparently, there was just enough to make full classes.
Susan Bones watched the Potter's and wondered if her aunt knew Harry Potter was married. Susan had felt her own heart break. Like many others, she was taught he was the catchiest male ever, with charms, looks, and money.
Hannah was also disappointed Harry Potter was taken and wondered if she can become his friend. She knew Ernie and Terry wanted to, also.
Luna sat beside Neville, paying close attention.
Draco sat with Millicent Bulstrode, both paying close attention. Their parents were evil, but it doesn't mean they have to be also.
Ronald sat with Dean Thomas because everyone avoided him. Dean couldn't, however; He arrived late. Damn.
Daphne Greengrass sat beside her best friend for years, Tracy Davis and kept glancing at the very good looking Harry Potter. She was thinking how to get him as her boyfriend, without killing either Potter. She won't deny, Harry was a very good looking boy and he deserved a Pure-Blood by his side, especially one so beautiful.
Tracy glanced out of the corner of her eye at her best friend. She knew she wanted Harry Potter, but the boy was already married. She felt disgust at her friend's obvious vanity about her looks. She wasn't even that beautiful, just a dark haired blue eyed girl.
Crabbe and Goyle sat behind Draco, being his bodyguards, orders from their evil parents. They weren't sure of their paths, but decided to explore both ways.
You know, I'm wondering when Sirius will start teasing us about our marriage. Hermione thought.
Why? He's a Marauder, so he'll tease and prank forever. Harry was confused.
I married a prankster. Hermione smiled.
Harry grinned, thinking of ideas to get back at his uncle for the last prank.
You and your prank wars. Hermione grinned.
"Mr. and Mrs. Potter?" Professor Filtwick asked as his eyebrows rose.
"Busted," Hermione whispered.
Harry winced. We both have detentions…man our parents will be pissed. Hermione agreed with her husband.
Hermione had sent her letter already and knew that she can't tell her mother about these detentions or excitement's until later at supper. Hermione knew she had to make an extra copy for Lily and James, knowing Harry wouldn't write.
I would too. Harry huffed, already knowing deep inside he wouldn't. He smiled ruefully.
Hermione entered the class behind Harry and watched as he made his way to a gray cat sitting on Professor McGonagall's desk. She followed.
"Hello, Professor," Harry greeted softly, making sure no one else heard him. "You will probably see Ronald coming in late. Don't change back until then,"
He petted her and walked to the front desk.
Hermione petted McGonagall, even when minutes went by as Ronald was still not in class. She heard a noise and noticed the red head finally enter. She then hurriedly went to take her seat.
You shouldn't have told her that. Would if she questions it? Hermione warned.
She won't…yet. Harry assured her.
"Oh, good, she's not here yet," Ronald gasped as he caught his breath.
With a silent whoosh the cat transformed into Professor McGonagall.
Ronald stared, awe-struck.
"Mr. Weasley. If you are late again, you will serve detention-with me," She threatened. "Sit down,"
"This is Transfiguration," McGonagall began. "I will teach you to turn objects into other objects,"
I see the point of that, but has anyone ever wondered why we don't have English, Math, Science, or Social Studies? Hermione asked her husband.
I don't think so. I never even thought of that, before. Harry answered.
We should. Hermione replied. Maybe your mother knows how we can ask.
Weren't we going to ask my Dad to make this place more modern? Harry asked.
Yes. Hermione answered.
We'll ask them then. Harry promised.
"Using the technique I just displayed, make the pencil into a perfect silver needle," McGonagall requested, her lips pressed together. She knew very well Harry and Hermione were not paying attention.
"Sure," Harry replied. He waved his hand, but in his mind, he told the pencil turn into a perfect silver, pointy needle. He totally forgot to use his wand, since his mind is back to when they had to learn wandless magic to survive.
McGonagall was amazed. She didn't even see if he used the correct incantation or wand movements. "Fifty points to Ravenclaw,"
Daphne felt herself falling for Harry Potter even more and felt the need to get rid of the obvious threat, smart Hermione Potter.
And so, class began.
Hermione again sighed. This class is utterly boring.
I told you so, darling. Harry clenched and unclenched his teeth. How was I supposed to get rid of him again?
"Now, the war in…" Binns droned on.
Harry, do something! Hermione pleaded.
Harry hesitated a moment. Was he brave enough to do this? He took a deep breath. "Mr. Joseph Binns," Harry spoke clearly and loudly as he stood up.
Wait…you can do something? Hermione was shocked. She was just complaining.
Yes. Harry answered.
Binns turned around to the dark haired boy. "Yes, Mr. Potter?"
"I, Lord Harry James Potter, command you to free your soul and move on," Harry spoke, his eyes and demanour showing every bit of the Lord he is.
Everyone's eyes widened in shock.
He can do that? Draco wondered.
Daphne nearly swooned at the voice of Harry Potter. He's a Lord, a powerful Lord and sounds so manly already!
Binns surprised everyone, however, by smiling sadly. "I can't, Lord Potter. Headmaster Dumbledore won't let me,"
"Headmaster Dumbledore is just a Headmaster. Hogwarts is asking you to move on and apologizes immensely for keeping you so long," Harry contradicted.
At that moment, three loud glorious bells rang throughout the castle.
"You are free, Mr. Joseph Binns," Harry smiled.
Binns smiled widely. "Thank you Mr. Potter. I will be eternally grateful,"
"No, just move on," Harry shook his head.
A bright white glow appeared behind the Professor, blinding students as they gasped in awe. A figure of a beautiful brunette stood there.
"Darling…" The figure whispered.
"Annabeth," Binns whispered and moved forward slowly.
That was when the doors were slammed open, hitting against the wall. Headmaster Albus Dumbledore stood there with his Deputy Mistress McGonagall.
"Joseph!" Albus yelled, fearing he was leaving and couldn't have that. If he lost this teacher, that means he would have to hire a more qualified one, one like Remus Lupin or one of the Marauder's. Then again, he did it because he could…he's like God, right? He can do whatever he wants, right?
Binns ignored everyone and grasped his wife's hand as she pulled him to oblivion paradise. They were both gone with a flash of light as Hogwarts rang her bells in memoriam for the great Joseph Binns.
"No," Albus whispered, as everyone bowed their heads in respect.
McGonagall knew everyone had stopped what they were doing and bowed their heads also.
"Mr. Potter…you did this, didn't you?" Albus asked, glaring at the boy.
"Why'd you assume me?" Harry asked his voice angry.
"Yes, Albus, why did you?" McGonagall asked.
"A hunch," Albus answered, his eyes narrowing.
"Can we talk, Albus?" McGonagall grabbed him forcefully. "Class dismissed until your next class,"
No one spoke as they got ready to leave. They were in too much shock.
Albus let McGonagall drag him to an empty classroom beside Binns' classroom. He watched as she locked the door and placed spells around the room. He recognized the Locking Spell, Anti-Listening Spell, and Don't-Get-To-Leave Spell.
Albus sighed as he realized she was not letting him out until she was ready.
She turned to her Headmaster, anger evident in her dark brown eyes. "Alright, Albus. Just what the hell are you playing at? You've been head to head with the Potter's since they've arrived!" She threw her hands up.
"Me?" He was shocked. "Did you not see how they did not listen to me at all since they've arrived?"
She scoffed. "I ask myself those questions also, Albus. Even I'm amazed how much I let bullying run this school, especially from the Slytherin's,"
Oh, no. Not my Deputy Headmistress too. He felt horror. If she was leaving his wing, then the other teacher's will surely follow, not Severus of course. "Minerva, if this matters to you so much…I'll change and so will the school,"
McGonagall eyed him critically. "You're saying you will stop the bullying? Stop Severus' favoritism to his own House? Change the school to be more modern? And not bump heads with the Potter's every time they do something extraordinary or nice?"
"I'd like to point out, the Potter's challenge me and it's my job to check up when there is something done or fighting," He spoke.
"Yes or no, Albus?" McGonagall spoke fiercely, ignoring what he just said.
He sighed and ran his fingers along his long white beard. "Yes, alright," He promised, his fingers crossed in the thickness of his beard. No, of course not, Minerva. I will change the school, but I will get Harry Potter under my thumb, any means necessary. He thought how to do this by attacking his family or friends.
"Good. Then we can discuss who will be our History teacher," McGonagall smirked at the obvious discomfort look in her Headmaster's face. "Personally, I think Remus Lupin will be perfect," She spoke with finality.
"What?" Albus gaped. Ah, shit. I knew she would choose one of the Marauder's or Lily. "Need I remind you he is a Marauder and close to the greatest prankster's ever?"
McGonagall sighed. "Need I remind you he was the level headed one of the friends and not much of a prankster?"
Albus felt his head hurting.
"I'll take your silence for yes," McGonagall smiled and took the spells down as Albus thought in his head to change the school, get Harry Potter under his thumb, and to get rid of Remus Lupin.
"He applied before so I'll send a letter right away," McGonagall said as she left.
"No," Albus whispered in horror. NO!
Lily sat at her kitchen table, reading a magazine as the men cleaned the basement from one of their experiments…again.
She heard an owl hoot as the great brown owl sat at her table, sitting there prettily.
"Hello. Who is that for?" She asked.
He stuck his leg out, but held the letter close.
243 Dove Lane
"Remus!" Lily called. "There's a letter here for you!"
She heard him coming up the basement stairs and poked his head out the door, just in front of her.
"Say that again, Lils?" Remus asked, covered in goo.
"Letter," She gestured to the owl.
Remus was surprised. "Oh. Okay. Be right back!" He called down to Sirius and James. He walked to the owl and stuck his hand out. The owl again hooted and dropped the letter in his hand, but stayed at the kitchen table.
Frowning, Remus gave him scraps, but the owl didn't want any.
"He's waiting for your reply," Lily told him, going back to her magazine.
"Oh, yeah, duh," Remus sighed as he opened the letter.
Dear Mr. Remus Lupin,
I, Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall, accept your request to teach History Class here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please send a reply with the owl, and if you choose yes, please arrive at Hogsmeade tomorrow to discuss your contract. You are needed as soon as possible.
Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress
Remus whooped, startling Lily and the owl.
"Jeez, Remus! What was that for?" Lily asked her hand on her chest.
"Minerva accepted my request to teach at Hogwarts!" Remus laughed happily as he replied and wrote his signature.
"She did?" Lily asked. "Oh, Remus, how wonderful!"
Remus grinned. "I'm needed tomorrow! Now I can keep an eye on Harry and Hermione!"
Lily laughed and hugged him. "Thank you for looking after the children, but don't forget there are other children!"
Remus laughed. "I won't! I'm just so excited!"
"What's going on?" James asked. "You guys are literally shaking the ceiling down there, starting to scare me!"
"I'll be teaching at Hogwarts!" Remus announced.
James and Sirius mouths dropped open.
"Yes!" Both whooped.
"Time to celebrate!" Sirius hollered.
The others laughed.
Harry fiddled with his quill while as they waited for Snape to return to class. Hermione had her head in her arms, tired from the day and the excitement.
"There will be no messing around in class," Snape's voice drawled as he strode forward, the door slamming open with a bang.
Hermione jumped a mile in the air and looked to the front.
Snape's eyes trained on Harry.
"Tell me, Mr. Potter, what would-,"
"Excuse me? You better be asking questions a first year would know," Hermione snapped before Snape could finish his sentence. The anger she felt was from before, when Snape continuously picked on Harry.
"Mrs. Potter, Professor. Lily taught us everything we need to know, but your bullying reputation follows you everywhere," Hermione sniped.
At Lily's name, Severus froze. Lily, his childhood friend and love. Instead, Severus said nothing and turned his back to the class as he wrote instructions on the board.
Harry looked at Hermione, eyebrows raised. He was expecting a huge confrontation, but his wife handled it with one name: Lily, his mother. They both knew how Severus saw Lily and James.
Everyone else was shocked that Hermione Potter was able to shut up the infamous asshole, Severus Snape.
"Copy the potion down and complete it. It better be perfect by the end of class," Snape ordered. "Begin,"
The Draught of Truth – Veritaserum
Hermione looked at the board in surprise. Why the hell didn't we learn this last time? It could have helped!
Harry looked at Snape, but began the potion.
At the end of class, Hermione and Harry pocketed their potions and made replica's for Snape.
Harry sat quietly at the Ravenclaw table, eating his dinner beside his wife, Hermione, and new friends, Neville and Luna. All he could think about was how different Snape seemed, but that would never change his hatred for the Potions Bastard.
Hermione hugged her husband encouragingly. I love you, Harry.
Harry smiled. Thank you. I love you more. He kissed her cheek and lingered on her skin, reveling in her scent and the softness of her skin.
Hermione gasped at Harry's obvious display but reveled in his affection.
He pulled away and smiled at her softly. She smiled back.
Daphne's blue eyes narrowed at the obvious love from Harry and Hermione from the Slytherin table. Harry will be mine, soon. She was thinking of ways to do so, when the female Potter looked at her and narrowed her eyes in anger and threatening.
Daphne gaped, shocked. How the hell did she know I was looking at them? She visibly shook at the brunette's fury in her eyes and looked down quickly. Okay, definitely need to get rid of the Mudblood bitch.
Hermione had just happened to look up from Harry's intense gaze into another one's, but this one was in anger at the Slytherin table. Hermione narrowed her own eyes in anger and threatening manner. Just try it, Ice Princess.
Harry heard her thoughts and turned to the Slytherin Ice Princess-though she has not received the nickname yet in this time around. What's wrong, love?
Hermione sighed. Every girl wants you, even in Slytherin. Something tells me no one will take this sitting down.
Harry heard her sadness and the sacredness in her thought. They better not. Harry then got a parchment out. I need to ask my Dad for something so I may as well write about my detention and everything that happened today. He sighed as he began to write.
Hermione smiled at her husband taking the initiative to write all on his own.
Dear Mum and Dad,
Hi! So, I guess you probably saw the Daily Prophet already, or got letters from Gringott's. Yes, Hermione and I are happily married and will not change that for the world, even if we have to leave the Wizarding World…which reminds me, Dad you need to pass that law that says Pure-Blood's can marry whomever and vice versa. Thanks.
Anyways, so I was mostly writing to ask if you can send me an enchanted necklace with protective charms for Hermione. Make it solid gold, please. I'm trying to make a statement here to everyone. Thanks! Besides, I think a back up necklace will be good enough protection.
Let's face it. We all knew I was going to marry Hermione sooner or later, right? We knew since I first came back to you guys. Besides, what's not to love? Even if I came back with no memories, there is no way I can not fall in love with my best friend. She's simply amazing, in so many ways. She's like Mum, but better. No offense, Mum.
Hermione told me to tell you this, so here goes! On our first day, we had a few excitements. First, we both fought with Ronald Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, and a little bit with McGonagall about how the Daily Prophet knew about my marriage so soon. We all argued and Hermione stood up to Albus. Great girl I got, huh? Anyways, Albus couldn't get back at us, so he told us to basically get lost, which we did, BUT…Hermione got points taken, then put back, and then got detention…for extra reading classes. My perfect Hermione got detention! First day too.
The second thing was that we gave Luna Lovegood a necklace that Hermione had from before, a gift for her birthday that is today. I'm glad she got in this time around, even though she couldn't last time around. She was very happy, but Hermione refused to tell her how she had gotten the necklace in the first place. Hopefully she won't question it. Right after that, I heard a certain red haired Weasel call my WIFE that horrible name Severus called Mum all those years ago, so I snapped. I'm not sorry I fought him, I'm sorry I got caught. So you can imagine what happened: another argument with the teacher's and detention and points taken. Filtwick was disappointed until Luna stood up for me and explained what really happened. That was when he rewarded me with bringing back points and my detention is with Hagrid. Come on, that's not so bad, then again I fought in a place where there is supposed to be quietness…the library. Sorry I got caught for fighting.
Thirdly, classes are great! I'm learning things again, but I'm changing my marks to be smart as my wife. Charms class was fun, nothing bad happened. Transfiguration was fun, too, even when Ronald got in trouble for coming in late. Hah! Nice. However, we had a bit of trouble in History class…because I told Professor Binns to move on, which he did happily, but Albus Dumbledore was livid and tried to get mad at me, but McGonagall saved me and dragged the old man away. Nice, huh? Then we had out last class of the day, Potions. Mind you, Severus is a great Potions Master, #4 out of #200, but he tried to pick a bone with me as soon as class started; However, he forgot the fury of my wife when she is angered. She basically cut him off and shut him up with one name, Lily. Amazing, huh? Severus still has feelings…hope that doesn't bother you guys, because I love my Dad with my Mum. I don't want Severus as my Dad. Just kidding!
Anyways, that's all for now. I don't know what my detention with Hagrid will be, but I'll let you know! We're eating supper right now, so talk to you later.
Harry James Potter
P.S. Don't forget the necklace!
P.P.S. We need to start planning Mione's birthday! So ask what the Granger's would like while I try to dig from Mione without being so obvious.
P.P.P.S. Can Sirius, Remus, and you come to Hogwarts this weekend? I promised the twins to meet the creator's of the Marauder's Map in exchange to get it back. Please? Thanks!
P.P.P.P.S (Boy, I should have just put this all in the letter!)Can you ask to make Hogwarts more modern? Like how we had it in grade school!
Harry smiled at his letter and enclosed it. "I'll get Hedwig to send this later. Want to send yours?" He asked his wife.
She paused in her eating. "I didn't do it yet," She admitted. "I'll write it as soon as I'm done eating. Did you tell your parents about the detention also?"
Harry nodded as he began to eat his food.
"Hi, Hermione and Harry," a voice spoke behind them.
Both turned to greet the person and realized it was Parvati's twin sister, Padma Patil.
"Hello," Both smiled.
"Can I sit here?" She asked as she looked down the table at Cho Chang. "That girl won't stop teasing me," She frowned.
Hermione bit her bottom lip wondering if this was a trap to see if she can be their friends and hurt them later. She also didn't know Cho was a bitch before she met her. She looked at Harry.
Harry looked up at Padma. "That depends…what's in it for you?"
Neville and Luna watched, not saying anything. This was purely their decision only, not Neville's or Luna's.
Padma sighed. Straight to the point. "Well…if I were your friends, no one would bother to tease me or anything,"
Neville and Luna looked across the table at their friend's faces.
"Well, sure, okay," Hermione nodded and moved over, making a space between her and another brunette Ravenclaw.
"Thanks," Padma sighed relieved. That was easy.
She didn't befriend us back in the other time. Hermione thought to Harry as she bit her bottom lip.
Harry stared at her lip. Please stop doing that.
Hermione looked at her husband, confused. Stop doing what?
Biting your bottom lip. Harry answered and smiled.
She blushed as she knew what Harry was implying. Sorry. She kissed him on the corner of his mouth, not caring who saw her. Harry simply grinned.
Daphne and every female openly glared, except Luna and Padma.
I was saying she didn't befriend us back in the other time. Hermione waited patiently.
Well…she never had the chance. We were in Gryffindor with her flighty sister, remember? Maybe she really wants to be friends. Harry suggested.
Hermione nodded thoughtfully.
Luna was paying attention until she felt a headache coming and closed her eyes. She felt her gift coming through, the very same one her Mother had. She had seen every female was jealous of Hermione, but oh so few were threateningly jealous and would attack the muggle-born girl when they had a chance. Luna felt immediate sadness at their thoughts and hoped they would recover in the hospital after they all fought for Hermione.
"Luna?" Hermione soft voice broke through. She felt the warmth of another person's hand that brought her back to reality. Back to where she was sitting with her friends at school.
She smiled. "Sorry, I just dozed out for a minute,"
Hermione looked to her left to see Padma eating quietly. So she leaned forward, Harry getting a terrific view of her behind. "Luna…what did you see?"
Luna opened her mouth in shock. How did she know about my gift? Then again, how did she have my gift from my mother? "How…how did you know?"
Hermione smiled. "I can't tell,"
Luna nodded. "I'll tell you later, promise,"
Hermione nodded and sat back down. She gasped and jumped up quickly, looking quickly to Harry.
He just grinned evilly, his hand still on her seat where she sat.
She sighed. Harry, you evil, horny prat. We're only eleven, remember?
Harry sighed sadly, but moved his hand. I know and I hate it.
Hermione sat back down as Padma, Neville, and Luna stifled their laughter in their hands, knowing why Hermione jumped in the air.
At least we fill out more in the later years. She implied.
Not helping. Harry sighed, knowing they would have to wait for years.
That was when one lone owl flew into the Great Hall straight for Hermione and landed.
"Oh, hello," Hermione was surprised. "I thought you guys don't deliver until tomorrow,"
"Unless they were waiting for you," Padma replied.
"Waiting?" Hermione asked, grabbing the letter and feeding the owl scraps.
"Yeah, if they were here during classes, they have to wait until supper," Padma told her.
Hermione nodded in thanks of the information as she opened her letter from her parents.
Harry then began to ask Padma about her life as Neville and Luna pitched in.
After reading her letter, Hermione felt like slapping herself, twice. She let slip that she knew this stuff from before and now Lily thinks it's a good idea to mention how their children have traveled back in time, after dying. She sighed. Well, I suppose they should know sooner or later. I hope they'll forgive me.
They will. Harry promised.
Hermione smiled. "Harry, my parents say hello, their son-in-law,"
Harry gulped. "Is it…threatening?"
Hermione shook her head. "I don't think so,"
"Phew," Harry grinned.
"The in-laws, huh?" Padma grinned.
"Her dad scares me," Harry admitted.
"That's his job," Padma teased.
Harry sighed and rolled his eyes as his other friends began to laugh as well.
Hermione began her letter to her parents as their friends teased Harry relentlessly.
Dear Mum and Dad,
Harry says hello! Also, he asked his dad to see if they can make this school more modern, seeing as the Potter's are Lord's from way back in the day. I'll see about the other subjects to teach in school. About the already knowing classes…I can't tell you until Lily come over. It's pretty big and I'm so sorry I didn't tell you before, but it was to protect you. Please don't hate me. Lily is talking about…well, you'll find out this weekend and I'll explain more. Please keep an open mind and don't hate me. I love you guys.
The marriage is also part of the thing Lily needs to talk to you about, but I would marry Harry regardless, just remember that when Lily talks to you. Harry is my best friend and I love him.
Thanks for being so accepting of my marriage, by the way.
Anyways, I have more to tell you from my day. It's pretty exciting.
First, we both fought with Ronald Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, and a little bit with McGonagall about how the Daily Prophet knew about our marriage so soon. We all argued and I stood up to Albus. Albus couldn't get back at us, so he told us to basically get lost, which we did, BUT…I got points taken, then put back, and then got detention…for extra reading classes. I got detention! First day too. Damn.
The second thing was that we gave Luna Lovegood, a nice friend, a necklace that I already had from her mother-part of the talk Lily needs to tell you-from before, a gift for her birthday that is today. I'm glad she got in this time around; even though she couldn't last time around-Lily will explain. She was very happy, but I refused to tell her how I had gotten the necklace in the first place. Hopefully she won't question it. Right after that, Harry got into a fight because he heard a certain red haired Weasel call me a horrible name Severus called Lily all those years ago-ask Lily-, so he snapped. He's not sorry he fought Ronald, he said, though he's sorry he got caught. So you can imagine what happened. Another argument with the teacher's and detention and points taken. This time it was Harry. Filtwick was disappointed until Luna stood up for him and explained what really happened. That was when he rewarded Harry with bringing back points and his detention with Hagrid. Which is not that bad, then again he fought in a place where there is supposed to be quietness…the library. He said he's sorry he got caught for fighting, but it was for me. By they way, he's saying that to you guys.
Thirdly, classes are great! Charms class was fun, nothing bad happened. Transfiguration was fun, too, even when Ronald got in trouble for coming in late. Hah! Nice. However, we had a bit of trouble in History class…because Harry told Professor Binns to move on-he's a ghost-, which he did happily, but Albus Dumbledore was livid and tried to get mad at Harry, but McGonagall saved him and dragged the old man away. Nice, huh? Then we had out last class of the day, Potions. Mind you, Severus-a real asshole- is a great Potions Master, #4 out of #200 people, but he tried to pick a bone with Harry as soon as class started! However, he forgot the fury of an angry wife when someone picks on her husband. I just snapped. Sorry…sort of. I basically cut him off and shut him up with one name, Lily. Severus was Lily's childhood friend that he fell in love with. He still loves her, but she chose James, because she loves James, not Severus. She sees him just as a friend, I hope. Can you ask her? Because I prefer her with James.
Anyways, that's everything. Write again!
Hermione and Harry Potter
Hermione got Harry to write his signature for the letter. "Well, they did say hello to you and you are in my letter," Hermione reasoned when Harry grumbled he had to signature her letter to let her parents see.
"Yeah, but I doubt that will make me your Dad's favorite person anymore," Harry raised his eyebrow.
"Dad loves you because he grew up with us together and already knows how you are," Hermione replied.
"Ah, good point," Harry smiled.
"Hello, Harry," A voice spoke from behind him.
Seeing his friends from across him make a face, he was reluctant to turn, but he did anyways.
He was surprised to see the Slytherin Ice Princess, Daphne Greengrass.
"Hello," He replied, turning back to his food. He could feel his wife's anger.
"Ahem," Daphne said. "I was wondering…can we go on a date this weekend?"
"What?" Harry, Hermione, Luna, Neville, and Padma all exclaimed and looked at the girl who had the decency to ask that question.
"Can we go on a date this weekend?" Daphne repeated her blue eyes brightening. Take that, Hermione.
There was silence.
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