Twist Through Time

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. J.K. Rowling does and she has the right to do whatever she pleases with them. However, what I do own in the story is the plot. So, please do not sue me...

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CHAPTER ONE: TOME ALOC LUTION

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The Three Broomsticks was packed. Hands in her coat pockets, she scanned the busy place. Hermione had never seen the place so crowded with Hogwarts students before. The place was filled with lively chatter and laughter; clearly, the young witches and wizards were enjoying themselves.

Shifting from one foot to the other, Hermione silently recalled the important event that happened the day before. She still couldn't believe that she, along with Harry, Ron and their other batch mates, had gone through their final examinations for their last year at Hogwarts.

It was exciting, but sad at the same time.

She straightened up as she saw Madam Rosemerta clear one of the tables. It was immediately occupied by another group of students as soon as she was done and after taking their orders, she hurried off to the counter. Hermione shook her head as the middle-aged woman abruptly wiped her perspiration with a small towel; she must be having a hard time.

As an end of the year grant, the Headmaster allowed the 7th year students to visit Hogsmeade everyday for the next three weeks until The Commencement Feast, which was to be held the night before their graduation.

After a whole day of shopping and seeing sights, most of the students decided to stop by the Three Broomsticks instead of returning right away to the castle. Their time to return at school was not until seven thirty and it was only ten minutes after six. It seemed that all the seventh years decided to enjoy their remaining Hogsmeade days as students in the cozy place.

She shivered at the thought.

She would be graduating in 3 weeks and the first thing on her mind right now was how to tell Harry and Ron her plans for her life after Hogwarts. It hadn't been an easy decision, but she figured the Wizarding World wouldn't miss her all that much.

At such a young age of 17, she had become a graduate student; a feat rarely accomplished by anyone. Sure, she hadn't finished a course in some university, but it was all right. She wasn't born for universities, after all. She was meant for this world.

But lately, she had been having second thoughts. It wasn't because of what she believed. Contrary to what she thought, she had always felt being a witch was her destiny. However, rational thinking made her consider that she may be wrong. And the only way she could find out what was right was to gamble everything she had just to see what fate really had in store for her.

Where she would go---she had no idea. All she had was the thought that she couldn't live the rest of her life thinking what could have happened if she went the other way instead of taking the path that she will have chosen.

But for now, she had to figure out how to tell Harry and Ron.

This thought suddenly led her to search the crowd again for her two best friends.

'Where were they?' She asked.

With Harry's unruly mop of raven hair and Ron's fiery tress, they weren't hard to see in a crowd.

"Hermione!"

She turned around and heaved a sigh of relief as she saw Ron, moving through the crowd.

"Where were you? I've been here for over an hour." Hermione asked, crossing her arms and giving him an exasperated look.

Ron's lips curved into a smile. He was still pushing his way through the crowd and already she was lecturing him. When he finally made it to her, he sighed and put a hand at the back of his head and looked at her timidly. His hair was a fiery mess that coincided with his face that wasn't light either. "Sorry, I took a nap and forgot to set an alarm."

Hermione rolled her eyes and instead of lecturing him, she asked instead. "Have you seen Harry?"

"You mean---he's not here yet? I thought…he'd be waiting with you when I arrive." He said slowly.

"Apparently, he isn't. Perhaps he's just late." Hermione turned her wrist to look at her watch.

"Perhaps he's not coming." He said.

Hermione threw him a glare and said sharply. "He'll be here. He promised, remember?"

"Yeah, I do. But I also remember that he had backed out on his word every time he comes up with a reason to. And don't tell me you don't know anything about it because I know you. Come on, Hermione. When are you going to stop?"

"I can't answer that, Ron." Hermione said; her eyes distantly troubled. "I can't stop anything I didn't start."

"Yes, you can. Can't you see he'd taken a step forward? We should face it and move on ourselves."

"Please, Ron. For once, be supportive."

Ron chose not to reply to Hermione's statement and instead turned his attention behind her, just in time to see…

"Look! There's Harry---with Cho." Ron lowered his tone at the last minute as soon as he realized the obvious, hoping that Hermione wouldn't hear his interjection. Unfortunately, because of his usually loud self, she had heard him and was soon staring painfully at a familiar green-eyed boy, seated with a pretty girl at the far corner of the packed place.

Hermione suddenly felt humiliation and stupidity as she realized that Ron had been right into thinking that Harry had abandoned his promise---yet again---to spend time with his girlfriend. Don't get her wrong. All three of them knew when Harry began dating that things wouldn't be the same again. Sure, they would still remain friends, but part of his time would of course go to Cho.

But this was too much.

He had promised to spend the rest of the night with them and had purposefully told Hermione and Ron to go to the pub where he would be waiting. She choked back a bitter laugh as she thought that Harry at least kept a part of his word. As it turned out, he really was in the Three Broomsticks, but instead of waiting for them, he was seated beside an unwanted excess---an unwanted, beautiful, black-haired, Quidditch-playing excess.

Ron instinctively knew how she felt as he looked at Hermione's expression. He placed his arm around her. He didn't want this night to be ruined; but the look of annoyance on Hermione's face, as Harry began to cozy up with Cho was enough for him to take her away from the view and lead the way to another table.

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"And what will you two have?" Madam Rosemerta appeared before them, quill and paper at hand.

"We'll have two butterbeers." Ron said absentmindedly as he continued to look at Hermione's downtrodden expression.

"Two butterbeers it is. I'll be right back." She said before disappearing through the throngs of people.

Hermione glanced around wearily. 'Why did I have to be so stupid?' she asked herself the question she had been asking ever since she committed the gravest mistake she had eve done in all her 17 years.

'Our last year.' she remembered.

It only seemed yesterday, Hermione thought, that she was boarding the Hogwarts Express for her first ride to Hogwarts, where she met a boy who tried to turn his pet rat yellow and a scrawny kid who sat beside him, very eager to see magic. She would've never thought that after 6 years, she'd be both boys' best friends and she'd be hopelessly in love with the scrawny kid who now knew more power than countless wizards put together.

As she persistently watched the couple a few meters away from them…her mind wandered through the past and landed on the instant she had come to regret the most…

It happened almost a year ago…

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'I can't breath…yes, I can…no, I can't breathe. My God, I can't breathe…'

Hermione thought as she fanned herself with her hand while pacing back and forth in the common room, waiting for Harry. After glancing at the wall clock, she heaved a heavy sigh.

'What could he possibly want to talk about?' Hermione asked herself.

Harry met up with her earlier that day and told her to wait for him in the common room after her last class. His explanation was brief and could be summarized into one simple sentence: he had something important to tell her. This thought alone made Hermione more nervous than ever.

Excited for a good thing or just plain nervous, she didn't know. All she was sure of was her need for her nerves to be for something positive.

Her Arithmancy Class had ended 10 minutes earlier than usual and instead of making her way to the library like she always does every Friday afternoons, she instantly hastened to the Gryffindor Tower to see if she could have some time alone for herself before having this talk with her most loyal friend…

The one who accepted her as the bookworm and academic witch that she was…

And the guy she fell in love with…

The realization that she loved him wove into her mind easily as if loving Harry was what her heart had always known. There were no questions, no doubts or whatsoever about why. Though it took her a long time to realize it, she never had any fears the instant she knew.

And now, time was the only thing stopping her from telling him. She almost lost him once and would have regretted losing him if she had not been able to tell him how she felt about the relationship she wished were more than just friends.

Just before the previous year had ended, Harry and the rest of the Wizarding World were awakened into a war between good and evil. It was the scariest thing she had ever witnessed in her life. Flashes flying off everywhere, injured wizards and witches dispersed around the battlefield, people crying, destroyed homes and edifices...

It had been a long fight; no one wanted to give up the battle.

But after a slow and excruciating period, silence reigned between the two sides. Those who were too weak to continue had fled, leaving their master alone, only to find themselves facing the ministry's authorities a distance away.

And then it was just the two of them.

Harry and Voldemort.

Aware of the battle drawing nearer, Harry had readied himself for the realization of his nightmares.

The face off had promised to be a spectacular display of prowess since he had been trained profusely for that fateful day. But, however good Harry was, he assumed that he had no chance of winning against Voldemort who had so much competence in battle. But as soon as Voldemort hit a spell that he didn't knew would be his last, Harry did the most unexpected thing that even he could never fathom…

He absorbed the curse, not even knowing how in the world he had done such a thing, and threw out a more powerful one, combining it and the magic charm he was all the while conjuring. Voldemort was astounded at the unexpected upshot that he had no time to put up a counter attack, causing the curse to hit him directly. He perished on impact, ending the immorality he had done in both the Wizarding and Muggle worlds.

Harry, on the other hand, though he had won, lost consciousness for a month with no sign of movement or life.

During this lingering stage in her life, Hermione had never been more scared. She kept on thinking then that if Harry would never wake up, she would never get to tell him how she feels. That's the reason why she had decided to tell him that present day. Knowing that life was too precious to waste, she wouldn't take her chances with fate.

So, after a lot of agonizing and unending sacrifices, nothing could stop her from letting him know---that day.

If she can figure out how--- that is.

Looking at the clock again, Hermione exhaled impatiently. She had been waiting for almost half an hour, but still, Harry and Ron had not yet returned from Divination, which was supposed to have ended 10 minutes ago. Tired of pacing, she stopped and sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace. Her gaze dallied on the fire dancing in the hearth and the warm ambience that was radiating from it made her begin drifting off to sleep.

Half an hour later, a slight nudge on her shoulders woke her up.

"Mmm…" she mumbled, not wanting to be taken away from her peaceful rest.

"Hey, sleepyhead…" a baritone chuckled, his breath fanning her face.

Harry.

The sound of his voice and the feel of his breath dropped ice-cold water over her senses. She instantly bolted up to face him. He was wearing a grin while looking at her. Hermione stole a quick glance around and saw that she and Harry were only the occupants of the common room that afternoon.

Despite her faintness, Hermione's heart skipped a beat as she realized that they can talk without being heard.

She didn't want anyone else to know.

Not even Ron…

"Hey." Hermione said groggily, still having a hangover over her sleep.

Harry sat down beside her, but didn't say a word, and just began staring at the blazing fire. They both sat there, quiet; both thinking deeply. The only thing breaking the silence was the low crackling of the burning flames in the fireplace.

After a while, Hermione couldn't take the hush anymore and spoke up with what she hoped was a nonchalant voice. "Didn't you want to talk to me about something?"

"Oh, yeah." Harry considered, looking directly into her eyes. "That."

Hermione nodded intently as Harry broke the connection.

Her heart was beating so fast she silently prayed that Harry could not hear it.

After a short while, he said…

"Just this morning, I---" he began, "…asked Cho out."

Hermione blinked and dared not to open them again or just until somebody woke her up from this nightmare.

'This can't be happening.' She thought. 'There must be some mistake. Maybe I heard wrong.'

But even as she continued to think of reasons how it could not be possible, Hermione knew that what she heard from Harry was true and she couldn't do anything about it at all. She hesitantly opened her eyes and smiled crookedly. "What's the big deal, Harry? You've asked Cho out many times before?" She asked, every word poisoning her mouth.

"Yes…" Harry said. "But it's different this time."

Hermione wanted to tell him that Cho wasn't right for him. Bu then, what excuse would she have? She couldn't say they were meant to be together. There's not enough evidence for that. Come to think of it, had there ever been any evidence at all?

"I asked her to be my…" He paused as if embarrassed to say anything else.

"Um-hmm …" Hermione said softly, trying hard not to avert her gaze no matter how much she wanted to.

Harry remained silent.

"Why did you want to talk to me about it?" She finally asked after taking deep silent breaths. "Are you asking permission?" She chuckled feebly wanting to show him that she thought it was one of the most absurd things she had ever heard of.

After hearing this, Harry visible relaxed. "Well, sort of. I just wanted you to know. You're my best friend and I care about your opinion."

'Yeah, your best friend.' Hermione thought bitterly.

"What do you want me to say?"

"I dunno." Harry replied. "Something. Just say anything."

Hermione was quiet---the words reverberating in her head. And from the depth of her frenzied mind, her inner self urged on.

'Now's the right time to tell him…'

Still, she didn't move.

'Ok…now would be the best time. Just spit it out!'

She opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated when she saw the look of ecstatic joy on Harry's face. Outside, she was calm and reposed. But inside, she was screaming and hurting. With the greatest amount of effort she had ever exerted, she finally spoke.

"If that's what your heart tells you---then, no, I don't have any problem with that." She said.

Harry didn't seem to notice anything different about Hermione's mood; on the contrary; he was so overjoyed to see anything bizarre with her. Hermione quickly composed herself before Harry gave her a last appreciative look and she nodded supportively. He strode over to the portrait hole and disappeared behind it.

Right there and then, her heart shattered into pieces and she spoke as softly as she could to release some of the pain. "How could I be so stupid?"

Too busy feeling sorry, Hermione didn't notice somebody walk up to her discreetl. She jumped in surprise as she heard him say:

"That's because you love Harry…"

She stood up and turned around quickly, her jaw dropping as she saw him.

"Ron."

He stepped closer.

"Did you…? Were you…?"

"Yeah."

"How did---" Hermione seemed speechless.

"I came up while you and Harry were talking, you didn't see me so I stayed away."

Hermione blushed, slightly frustrated that Ron didn't even acknowledge his presence when he should have had and had almost heard one of the most private conversations that would have been remembered by her and Harry for the rest of her life had she decided to continue in telling him.

Ron proceeded to look at her without much of a word. She began to get annoyed.

'How could he turn up at such a wrong time?!' Hermione asked herself as she felt a sudden lump in her throat, threatening to rise.

"I…I'm going to…er…" Hermione began to excuse herself when Ron planted his feet in front of her and, to her surprise, drew her close into a hug.

"You can't hide it, Hermione. Just let it out.” He whispered soothingly in her ear, rubbing her back.

When he said that, Hermione lost all hopes of hiding her feelings and broke down into tears.

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Hermione sighed. That day was something to remember, all right. It was the day she lost her chance to be with Harry, when she let stupidity get the better of her. But then again, it was also the day Ron became the friend he had been keeping inside for so long.

And now, a year had passed. A year full of pain and anguish. Regret and blame. It was because of this awareness that made Hermione reconsider her life in this world; more importantly, her life in Harry's world.

Even after staying beside him for 7 years, she still didn't know what her place in his heart was. Sure enough, he had never gone through a single day in the past without telling her how much he loved her and how glad he was that she was there. She had been satisfied with their simple bond for some time, but suddenly, it wasn't enough.

She found herself wanting more---wanting what has no limit, no boundary. But, unfortunately, her sanity had reached a limit once and it caused her the greatest pain she knows she will never experience again.

"Oi. Drinks." Ron leaned over to place Hermione’s butterbeer in front of her.

In surprise, Hermione rapidly looked up and banged her forehead against Ron's temporal.

"Ow!" they both exclaimed at the same time, stopping, and then rubbing the bruised parts of their head.

Hermione looked smugly at Ron while massaging her forehead. Then, out of the blue, a harsh sound of laughter escaped her lips. Her shoulders started to shake and then fits of laughter started spilling from her mouth. This simple view caused Ron to chuckle at her with an amused expression on his face. Together, their hilarity emerged on top of the noise from the other students, creating a racket inside the Three Broomsticks.

A few feet away, Harry and Cho looked up from their table, having heard the slight commotion made by Ron and Hermione, both bent double, heads lolling, as they tried to consume their laughter.

Hermione, busy swallowing her giggles, didn't see Harry stand up and walk over to their table, with a surprise and irritated Cho following after him.

"Why did you sneak up on me like that?" she asked Ron under her breath when they quieted down.

"I did not sneak up on you." Ron said as he flashed at her his knowing grin. "You were just too busy to notice me."

Hermione looked at him quickly and said something like "Busy doing what?"

"You see---I'll talk to you about it later---" Ron said seemingly distracted, then leaned closer again and whispered in a hushed but clear voice. "Do me a favor and try not to look too obvious."

"Why?" Hermione asked.

"They're headed this way." Ron said plainly, not bothering to say who 'they' were.

Hermione's heart started pumping wildly as she heard this. She couldn't see them together. Every time she did, she always ended up saying something bad.

"Hey, Her---mione." Harry started, but as he saw the distant look in her eyes, he became unsure of how she would take his presence. Before he could ask, Hermione stood up in a rush as if her seat was on fire.

"See you later, Ron." Hermione said, glancing at Harry with an overly bright smile, and then sending a feeble one at Cho with what's left of her pride and generosity. She ruffled Ron's hair affectionately before moving away from the table and fighting her way through the mad crowd.

"Is something the matter with her?" Harry asked casually as if he hasn't a clue on why as he took the place of Hermione.

"Go figure." Ron said heavily as he, too, stood up to leave.

"Ron! Where---?" Harry started to ask when Ron turned away from him.

Ron ignored him, met Cho's gaze and locked with it, but his eyes had already lost its bright sparkle.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Uh…s-sure?"

"Do you happen to know any other place where Hermione and I can go next time we come to Hogsmeade?" He asked in livid voice. Without letting her answer, Ron left. They watched him disappear among the pack, leaving Harry clueless on what just happened.

"Harry, I don't think Ron likes me at all." Cho concluded in a priggish voice.

"He's just not used to you, don't worry, he'll adjust soon." Harry murmured, ignoring the tone in Cho's voice, mistaking it for plain sadness and regret.

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Hermione's blood rushed through her brain as she trudged down the street of Hogsmeade. From the moment she walked out of the pub, she had been trying to shut the memory of Harry with Cho. But, she still hadn't succeeded so far. Every time she came close to accomplishing her goal, something always reminded her of them.

She didn't know what made her ignore Harry like that but she was sure that if she hadn't left, she would have done something she'd have and she couldn't afford to feel sorry for more things.

As her footsteps gradually slowed, Hermione felt the urge to cry, to relieve her discomfort and run to her own bed, submerge herself in her own tears and stay there as soon as she has calmed down.

Everything she was seeing and had been seeing was too much for her to bear. She had had enough! And for the first time since Harry and Cho had started dating, Hermione had never looked forward more to seeing Ron again. However, instead of heading towards the castle grounds, Hermione found her way around Hogsmeade, walking ceaselessly even as rain started to pour.

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In the common room, a little while later, Ron was standing just in front of the fireplace, waiting for Hermione to arrive. Shifting his weight from one foot to another, he impatiently glanced at his wristwatch and frowned as he realized that she should have been there by now, having been the first to leave the pub.

'Strange.' He thought.

After a few minutes, he finally saw her clambering through the portrait hole. In his thrill for her arrival, he barely noticed her present state.

"I've been waiting for you for an hour." He declared good-naturedly, advancing towards her. “Where have you been?”

But Hermione didn't respond.

Confused, Ron stepped a bit closer. "Why are you so wet?" He asked. "Did you intentionally walk around when it rained?" He asked as he eyed the wet clothes clinging to Hermione's body.

The girl only remained silent, not saying a word, her clothes stuck to her body and her hair was plastered all over the side of her face. And then…her lips began to tremble.

Ron grimaced as he saw this but didn't need ask anything, already aware of what was going on. "Hermione, don’t do this again. Do you understand? It's not worth it." Ron made her sit on the couch, and then sat beside her.

She found comfort on Ron's shoulder and began to mumble incoherent words.

"I can't take it anymore, Ron." He heard Hermione finally whisper in a breathless but rational manner.

"Yes, you can, Hermione." He encouraged, massaging her back.

"No, I can't. Don't you understand? Every time I see them together, I get hurt so much because I know I had the chance before, but I blew it."

"No, you didn't." Ron proclaimed sternly. "You just wanted Harry to be happy. And you thought Cho would make him happy. It was an honest mistake, really. Don't blame yourself about anything. You love the guy and you wanted what's best for him. I guess you know it already, but by the looks of it, Harry has never been happier."

"I know, Ron." Hermione said. "That's why it hurts." He heard her add under her breath. Ron held her hand and gripped it hard to make sure she knew that he was sympathetic and didn't let go of it for quite some time.

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A few minutes later, Harry walked in the Common Room, wanting to talk to Hermione and Ron about the way they had acted around Cho. The girl was busy with her outside life at Hogwarts and the last thing she needed was to have her boyfriend's friends leave, when all they wanted to do was spend time with them.

He swiftly glanced around the common room, expecting that one of them was in some corner, reading or goofing around, but he certainly wasn't expecting to see what he saw. Suddenly, Harry felt disheartened and angry for an unknown reason. And as usual, his pride got the best of him, and so, instead of approaching them as what he intended to, he shoved his hands in his pockets and tried to head for the Boys' Dormitory as if he didn't see anything at all.

But it seemed like fate had something in store for him because just as he was about to take the flight of steps up the stairs, Ron saw him.

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"Harry!" Ron shouted.

The boy turned around slowly and Ron was stunned to see Harry's eyes blaring with annoyance. And then, not much to his surprise, he ignored his call, turned around again and went up the steps. Ron sighed deeply as he heard the door of their dormitory open and close with a slight bang.

He looked at the person beneath his arms and wondered what she was thinking. If she had been hurt by that, she was terribly good at hiding her depression because no sound came from her and her appearance hadn't changed either.

However, even though it seems so, Harry's coldness made Hermione's insides twist again. What had she done to deserve this? All she had been was a good friend. She never wanted more than what he had been giving, did she? She let him have his happiness even if it broke her heart. If only she had done what she had convinced herself to do that day, then all these wouldn't be happening to her right now. If only she could just change it---

"That's it!" She shouted unexpectedly, straightening up from her position.

As the Gryffindor students watched in surprise, Hermione grabbed Ron's arm and hauled him to the corner of the room, ignoring the eyes that were somewhat focused on them.

Fumbling to get out the words, not knowing which one she should go first, Hermione revealed quickly the first thing that came to her mind. "Ron, I need your help."

He merely rolled his eyes as he said, "That's what I'm trying to do, remember?"

Ignoring this, Hermione continued. "I know this is a crazy idea, but we can try." Then she began muttering to herself. "Of course I don't know if it's going to work ---I need to do some reading first. But--- ooh---this is going to be brilliant. Why didn't I think of it before? Stupidity, maybe. It's always because of stupidity."

"Excuse me---in case you’re forgetting, I'm still here.” Ron claimed. "What's this about a crazy idea? And why do I have the feeling that I'm going to regret it?"

"Rubbish." She said waving him off. "We just need to get this book in the library."

"A book?" Ron asked, obviously relaxing.

"Yes, a book." She whispered quietly. “It’s called Tome Aloc Lution.”

He scratched his head, confused. "What do you need my help for? Just check it out."

"I can't," Her answer was simple yet so clear that Ron groaned, knowing well what she was about to say. "It's in the Restricted Section."

"It'll be a surprise if we manage to pull that off." Ron said with incredulity.

"Excuse me? Did that just come from someone who'd been sneaking out for the past 7 years without so much as a suspension?" She looked at him. "Just do what you have to do to borrow Harry's cloak! When you get it, meet me in the Common Room at midnight, and then we'll slip out and go to the library." Hermione said excitedly in hushed whispers as she paced back and fort, already planning the night's exploit.

"Would you pause and think about this? How would I be able to borrow something from a guy who most likely wants to rip both our heads off?" Ron asked.

Hermione smiled wryly at him. "You'll figure something out. Oh, come on, Ron. Please---"

Even as she gave him her best pleading look, Ron wasn't too sure about this. Breaking more rules wasn't something they should do weeks before graduation. Hermione had more lying on the line as she was to be honored the top in their class. As for him, it wouldn't matter that much. He'd just be there to accept his diploma and be glad school's over.

But if they would be caught, Hermione's position would be gotten. He couldn't bear to see something she really wanted taken away from her again. More importantly, she wouldn't have the strength to bear it. But, just as he was about to say 'no', he was reminded of Hermione's plea earlier that evening.

'For once, be supportive.'

This simple reminder caused him to think again and with great reluctance, he finally agreed. "All, right." He nodded gravely, knowing that sooner or later, something bad was bound to happen.

"Brilliant!" Squealed Hermione, hugging him tightly.

The boy grinned slowly; glad he had made that decision, as he saw Hermione smiling her first genuine smile in a long time. And then he remembered, "What do you need the book for anyway?"

Hermione grinned sheepishly, before leaning over and saying, "To travel back in time."

"What?!" Ron yelled out in shock. "Hermione, that's dangerous!"

Hermione grinned. "It might be a little bit---" Then she added quickly seeing the look of disapproval on his face, "Oh, get over it, will you? Everything would be safe as long as the instructions are followed. Besides, have I ever made a mistake with potions before?"

"Uh, yes you have.” Ron said. “Remember, second year? Moaning Myrtle’s Bathroom. Polyjuice Potion? Does that ring a bell?”

“What rings a bell is that your potion worked and Harry’s too.”

Ron had to agree, albeit half-heartedly.

She beamed at him. "I’ll to look for a reference material about this book. You borrow the cloak from Harry; I'll meet you here at midnight." With these final reminder, Hermione dashed up the stairs, leaving Ron with his own, profound thoughts.

'What would she think of next?'

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A/N:

Hey, guys! I have decided to put this story here so you wouldn’t have to look somewhere else for it. Anyway, I don’t know if this violates any rule here at Portkey. I didn’t quite understand the Cross-over generation prohibitions before. But now I finally figured that it only means that characters from different times are not allowed to end up together… So, since this story doesn’t have that kind of plot, I think I’m safe.

Anyway, I got reviews from my other story Persona, and if truth be told, I was quite surprised about the frankness that people here have, compared to those who had reviewed in fanfiction.net. But I do appreciate the suggestions and criticisms because it helps, even if sometimes I forget to follow them.

Again, please go easy on this story. I started writing this when I was just 14 so I haven’t had enough knowledge then. And since I don’t have time to edit, I just decided to correct some minor typo and grammar errors.

So anyway, thanks for reading and I really do hope you review…Till then!