The Golden Trip

Chapter 10

"NO!" I shout, jumping up. I'm human once more. His eyes are still staring at me. I can save Sirius.

"What's wrong Granger?" George whispers tiredly. I ignore him. Fred is standing besides him. If Fred came out of nowhere, and we can save him, that mean's Sirius should be here. I walk around the living room, and look behind the couches.

"Watcha lookin' for Granger?" Fred sighs, and leans against the wall. He crosses his arms loosely.

"He should be here," I mumble, trying to look for him.

"Who?" Fred asks.

"Granger, are you crazy? No one can come in this room." George says. Their staring at me.

"Where is he?!" I shout, knocking over a vase. I hurriedly go into the kitchen. What I see stops me in my tracks. Sirius Black sipping firewhiskey.

"Hey Kitten." He says, raising an eyebrow. He's alive. Fred and George come in behind me.

"What's wrong-Sirius!" One of them shout. He runs over to hug him.

"Yes, it's me. In the Land of the Living. What's wrong Kitten? Miss me?" He smirks, sipping.

"No," I whisper. I knew Sirius died that day, but how do I save him? I was knocked out. "Why is it always me?" A strangled whisper comes out. I look out of a window. Sirius looks at me strangely.

"She's always like that." The twin says behind me, moving over to clap Sirius on the back.

"Traumatized? This bad, from the war? Has she gotten help?" He asks.

"Well-uh-"

"No," I hiss out. "Because I can't get help. Now, you all go into the living room. And stay there. George, Fred, explain the rules." I say. They walk past me, and I sit at the table, putting my head in my arms. I can save two important people in Harry and Ron's life. Can I save Remus? Tonks? Dumbledore? I groan, and wipe away the tears. I hate crying. But, this is too much pressure. I just got out of war. Now, I'm going back to relive important moments. Why?

"Why?" I mumble. Why? I start to then get out of my chair. When will I tell George? A week before Halloween? I have to plan. I walk into the living room, and everyone stops talking. "Do you have a wand Sirius?" I say. He smirks and leans back into a chair. He looks younger. No wrinkles. His hair is darker and neater.

"Nope."

"Funny," I say. Expelliarmus. A wand comes soaring to me and I take it.

"What?" He asks, sitting up straighter. The wand glows, and I feel it binding with me. "Give it back Hermione." I wave it.

"No. Too dangerous. Now, you are not allowed to leave the Room of Requirement. And Fred, now that Sirius is here, you may not be able to leave it at all. George can't leave either. So, be good. And stay. I'm coming back tomorrow." I look at them. Sirius is frowning. George and Fred are looking at each other. I swallow, nod at them, and leave in silence. No. I can do this. I'm Hermione Granger. I survived being tortured. I got this.

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"No." I say, crossing my arms and looking at the two boys. I ate, and it's after lunch. "I'm not doing that."

"But you're so good!" James says, looking at me. "We want to be prepared."

"I will talk about war. But I'm not going to teach." I say.

"Why?" Sirius, the real, young one, pouts.

"Too hard," I say. "What I've learned. I'm sorry but, I won't be able to teach you. I didn't learn. I, did some things. So, sorry." I touch Sirius' wand briefly. Then, a thought occurs to me. How did he have his wand and Fred didn't? James and Sirius look at each other, communicating silently.