The world we change (a Harry Potter fanfic)

Part 8

September 6th 1978

Hermione

"Mione, come on We're gonna be late!" Harry yells from downstairs as rummage through the drawers of my dorm desk. "I'll be write there!" I holler back as I look for a price of parchment among the drawers.

I finally find a piece of parchment hidden under a charms book and quickly grapple for the quill on my bedside table. "Mione hurry up!" This time it's Ron. "Just one more minute!" I quickly dip the quill in the ink pot and write out a brief message.

Library. Midnight. Fourth year tradition.

I fold up the paper and quickly put away the ink pot before grabbing my beaded bag and rushing downstairs. I finally make it down to the common room to find everyone gathered there waiting. "Ready?" Harry says crossing his arms. I hop off the last step. "Yes, just give me one minute—mind if I use your owl Sirius?"

He took a swig of a drink I'm pretty sure he shouldn't have on school grounds before gesturing to the barn owl perched on the window sill. "He's all yours. watch out though, he bites." I nod before going up to the little owl and putting my hand out, he quickly nuzzled into it. I smirk. "You were saying?" Sirius crosses his arms with a little 'hemp'.

I tie the note to his neck and whisper. "Please take this to the Slytherin dormitories." The owl gives a little nod before turning and flying out the window. I turn to meet Ron's eyes.

"What was that about?"

— — —

"Thank you all for meeting me, I'm sure you are quite tired and would like to rest before you have to start classes, but i felt this conversation was necessary." Professor McGonagle says from the head of the table that we sat at in a room I don't believe I've seen before, but by the looks of it was a staff meeting room, with a long table at the center of it.

"Of course professor, it's been a long day for all of us, but whatever you need we are here for." As much as we can be here. I'll admit only half of me is really here and I don't know how helpful that will really be. The collection of people present is Me, the Weasley's, the long bottoms, the potters, and the marauders and their friends. And her.

My eyes travel to the end of the table and find her head of golden hair a little too similar to mine and I have to quickly look away. Not ready. Not yet. I bring myself to look to my right, at McGonagle at the head of the table and take a deep breath. Breath. Occlude, occlude, occlude. "Our first order of business—yes Mr. Black." I turn my attention to Sirius who has his hand up like a little boy.

He cocks his head to the side. "So if they—" he gestures to me Harry and the Weasley's. "Are from the future, how do you and Dumbles remember them?" Huh, that's actually a good question. "I myself was actually wondering that professor." I add. Professor McGonagle sighs. "Well—"

"And speaking of Dumbles, where exactly is he?" He interrupts her once again and for a second I think she might lung at him and I hear Harry stifle a laugh from beside me. "Firstly, It's Professor Dumbledore—" she glares at him and he just gives her a huge grin. "—and I wanted to speak to my students my self, if that's all right with you Mr. Black!" Her voice raises towards the end but Sirius's grin doesn't falter. "No problem, Minnie." Oh fuck she's going to kill him.

She huffs. "Our first order of business—" she sends him a glare and I see Remus actually scoot his chair away from Sirius's at risk of getting in the way of Minn—Professor McGonagles wrath. Bloody fool almost had me saying it. "I would like to warn you
all—students of the future and present—to be careful. You are each going to be targeted, as you were very important people in the war, especially you three—" she looks to me Harry and Ron.