Title: Déjà Vu
Summary: In past lives Harry and Hermione were lovers now they have to solve a 51 year old murder mystery that their past-selves began solving… will they fall in love along the way… again?
Ships: Jonathon/Adelaide, Harry/Hermione
Keywords: Jonathon, Adelaide, Harry, Hermione, Josiah March, and past lives.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except the past characters (Josiah, Adelaide). JK Rowling takes credit for the other character. The plot is my own with the help of Bookworm Sweetheart.
Adelaide March knocked on the door of the private eye's door sharply. She nervously played with a strand of curly brown hair that had fallen out of her hairstyle. Just then a handsome man answered the door with messy black hair and wearing tan slacks and a white button up shirt.
"Can I help you?" He asked.
"Jonathon Ward?" Adelaide asked, still twirling her hair.
"Aye, and who might you be?" Jonathon asked.
"Mrs. Josiah March- Adelaide March. I need your help." Adelaide pleaded.
"I'm not in the private investigations business anymore, sorry." He said, his eyes full of sorrow. He began to shut the door.
"No! No! You don't understand! I need your help!" She begged. He seemed to be a sucker for it because he opened the door wide enough for her to enter. Adelaide smiled slightly. "Thank you." She took a seat on the opposite side of the desk.
"I can't make any promises. Tell me what the problem is anyway." Jonathon said. Adelaide nodded and smoothed her dress nervously.
"Well…" Adelaide began, "About 3 days ago, my husband, Josiah March, went missing. I think he was kidnapped. He never would've left me. I need you to find him. Please help." Adelaide begged again.
"Josiah March… doesn't he work in that law firm downtown? March, Johnson and Filler?" Jonathon asked. Adelaide nodded.
"That's where he works." Adelaide said.
"Look, Mrs. March… I'll do what I can but like I told you I'm not in the business anymore." Jonathon said.
"HERMIONE! WAKE UP!!!!!" Someone yelled. Hermione shook herself out of sleep.
"Wha- wha- what?" She yawned. She looked to see who woke her up. It was Harry- of course.
"We're going to be late." He said.
"WHAT!" She yelled, grabbing her watch. "Great Wizards!" She jumped out of bed and ran to her dresser, grabbing jeans, a sweater and some standard robes. She began to undress when she suddenly realized Harry was still there. She turned bright red. "Harry! Were you even gunna a stop me?" She asked, her hand on her hip.
"Well… eventually…" He said coyly. She glared at him, but a smile still remained at her lips. She pushed him out of the room, and then proceeded to get ready for class.
At last she sat down heavily next to Harry and Ron in the Great Hall. Grabbing a piece of toast and biting into it ravenously. "Hungry?" Ron asked smiling. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"You eat like you never ate before, Ron so shush!" Hermione said jokingly. Harry laughed. She swatted at him. "Your not much better Mr. Potter!" Harry blushed.
"What?" Ron asked blankly.
"Nothing," Harry and Hermione responded together, both embarrassed a bit. Ron shrugged. They ate in silence for about 20 minutes until Dumbledore approached them.
"Harry, Hermione, I'd appreciate meeting with you in my office. I believe you know the password." He said. Hermione nodded for the two of them.
"I wonder why he wants to talk to us." Harry said after they left the Great Hall.
"Did you do anything wrong?" She asked him.
"No did you?" He replied.
"No…" She answered. "Harry… I've… I've been having these dreams… about you and I… except they aren't us. I mean… I don't know what I mean." She said, her cheeks flaming.
"Hermione… do they take place… like in the 40s?" He asked her.
"Yes. Yes they do. Oh. My. God. We're having the same dream." Hermione said as they reached the gargoyle. "Sugar Quills," She murmured and the gargoyle jumped aside. They went down the stairs to Dumbledore's office in deep thought.
"Ahh hello, Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, please sit." Dumbledore said, barely looking up at them. He seemed fully interested in some papers in front of him. They sat in the two seats in front of the elderly professor. He handed them two pictures. "I was wondering if you recognized these people." Hermione and Harry peered at the pictures.
"Hermione… its them… its us." Harry said. Hermione nodded, awestruck.
"Right there, Mr. Potter. This is Jonathon-"
"Ward and Adelaide March." Hermione finished.
"Yes. Well, these people are your past lives. You share the same bodies and traits. But in each life we must finish what our past lives began. That is why you are here." Dumbledore said. Harry and Hermione looked confusedly at each other.
"What do you mean professor?" Hermione asked.
"Adelaide and Jonathon were trying to solve a murder of Adelaide's husband, Josiah. They were on to something when they were also murdered." He said.
"I'm sorry, sir, but why do we need to know this?" Harry asked.
"If you want your souls to move on, you must solve the murderer." Dumbledore said. Harry and Hermione shared an uneasy glance. Dumbledore handed them a thick manila folder. "This is all the evidence we have." Hermione flipped through the file.
"They got far. All it seem they need is one piece." Se concluded.
"That seems to be it, Miss Granger. But even if it is a small piece missing, a large piece it is." Dumbledore said.
"It says they had suspicions of a group of mafia-type guys." Harry said, pointing to a picture. "But here it says they didn't have any evidence to back it up. Professor Dumbledore, if its been over 50 years wouldn't all the evidence be gone? Any suspects dead?" Harry said.
"That is the problem." Dumbledore said.
"What if," Hermione began, "What if we don't want to? I don't know Josiah March. I don't care about him." Hermione admitted.
"Than your souls will repeat this over and over until you solve it. You will never be put to rest. You will be doomed to repeat this over and over." Dumbledore warned. "I just supposed you wanted to do it the first time around." Hermione nodded.
"I'll help in any way I can." Harry said. Hermione looked and him, he returned the look, his eyes begging her to agree.
"Alright." She agreed.
The rest of the day Harry and Hermione studied every bit of evidence precisely. Hermione began to get a bit tired. She yawned loudly. "Ahhh…" She yawned. "I'm so t-t-tired… I'm going to bed." Hermione yawned even louder.
"Me too." Harry agreed. They both blushed slightly.
"Good night." She said, climbing the stairs.
"Night." Harry responded.
"Why?" Adelaide asked.
"Why what?" Jonathon responded.
"Why aren't you in the business anymore?" She asked. Jonathon's eyes clouded.
"During the last case I worked on my best friend and business partner, David Carrier, was murdered. I don't want to have to go through that again." Jonathon said, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes.
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Ward." Adelaide said, sympathetically.
"Jonathon. You can call me Jonathon. Mr. Ward sounds to old." He said.
"Right. And you can call me Adelaide." Adelaide said smiling at him.
"Anyways, did your husband have any enemies?" Jonathon asked.
"Mr. W- Jonathon, how can you not be an important man in society as my husband and not have enemies?" Adelaide persisted.
"Anyone in particular?" Jonathon asked.
"Well…" She began to think deeply. "I think I have something! Josiah received a letter a few days ago. He seemed bothered deeply by it."
"I need to see it." He said. Adelaide nodded.
"I'll bring it tomorrow." She promised. He nodded.
"Right. And Adelaide?" He asked.
"Yes?" She asked.
"This won't be easy." He promised her. She smiled.
"I never said I expected it to be." She said. She stood up and left the office. Jonathon sat there in his chair, smiling to himself.
A/N: Thanks Bookworm Sweetheart at Fanfiction.net for the idea!