32So what happens when Harry Ron and Hermione go back to the marauders era? Now keep in mind Hermione loves Ron and he loves her back... so as long as they're together they're happy -cough- Laugh Laugh whatever, so what could go wrong...? Sirius Lee black
/P.S This takes place sometime in fifth year.
"So we add two drops of thestrial blood?" said Ron looking at the black board.
"No, Ron, we add four drops of armadillo vile. Sometimes I wonder if you may any attention at all to the instructions." sad Hermione taking the beaker away from him.
Ron tried to grab the beaker back and ended up knocking over a flask of unknown content, which exploded upon the contact with the floor.
"I'll take that before you blow something off you might like to have later." said Harry, snatching the beaker from Ron.
Harry added the required amount of armadillo vile, then looked around.
Hermione handed him the Screwt talons.
"Thanks" Harry replied placing several into the cauldron.
"Ron can you stir this?" asked Hermione, motioning to the now boiling cauldron.
"Sure." Ron said picking up a metal staff.
Harry took the metal one from Ron and handed him an oak staff instead.
Ron took this and started to stir, only to be interrupted by Hermione,who guided his hand so he was stirring it counterclockwise, instead of clockwise, like he was doing before.
"Why do we have to do such ruddy potions!" Ron scoffed. "Its not like I'd ever want to put this on my face if I got shingles."
Hermione rolled her eyes and added essence of Coconut.
Professor Snape came over to the table, "Because Weasley, this may be on your N.E. ." Snape sneered and walked away.
"Hermione, Whats that?" asked Harry pointing to her neck, where a long golden chain complete with an hourglass had escaped from the neck of her blouse.
"Oh, I told you at the start of term, I need it to work on my extra classes at the ministry." stated Hermione, adding a teaspoon of mummie powder.
"Yeah, I knew that..." said Ron rolling his eyes.
"Oh, yeah." Harry agreed.
The bell rang.
"End of class, thank merlin." moaned Ron.
"I would like a sample of everyones work on my desk." hissed Snape, obviously in one of his overly foul moods.
Hermione reached over the potion to get a vial.
Malfoy, who had been whispering something to Blais and Crabb, leered over and biffed something into the potion
"Bloody bouncing ferret!" yelled Ron angrily.
Harry stood up to give chase but stopped and turned to Hermione, she was still leaning over the potion, her time turner caught on something on the other side of the now furiously bubbling cauldron.
"Here." Ron said also leaning over to unhook the chain.
Then the cauldron gave a small explosion and Hermione pulled back shrieking, the chain falling apart into the boiling lime liquid.
Ron withdrew his arm and after they were all sure no harm was done, Harry Ron and Hermione looked into the now glass still cauldron.
there was a great hissing noise and purple smoke started to rush from the cauldron.
They could just make out Snape yelling, "20 Points from Gryffindor!" when all that noise stopped, and all that was heard was the great sizzling and hissing, the smoke like substance engulfed them. Then of course they heard each other coughing as they stumbled blindly towards where they hoped the door would be.
Harry was first to emerge from the classroom, nobody was there.
"Snape must of think we'd snuffed it in there and decided to run like a bat out of Hell so he didn't get blamed." Ron scoffed helping Hermione find her way through the fog.
"You doing think they're still in there, do you?" asked Hermione worriedly, in between coughs.
"You Ok Mione?" Harry asked
"Fi-cough-Fine." She replied.
"Sure?" Ron asked
"Yes I'm sure" Hermione snapped, although she was still gagging slightly
"Right, Lets go, we're gonna be late for charms." said Harry, taking a few steps forward. He was hoping to avoid an argument between Ron and Hermione. Lately they had been fighting like cats and dogs; Ron had guessed it was because Hermione was PMSing.
"Right." said Ron, following Harry.
They set off through the dungeons, up into the entrance way, and met Dumbledore on the stairway.
"Mr. Potter? Where are you off to so quickly?" He asked, sounding surprisingly chipper. He looked from Harry to the other two, and the pleasant smile on his elderly face faded into a frown.
"I offer my apologies, but whom are you?" He asked , looking mildly concerned.
Ron looked slightly offended, and Hermione hurt.
"I'm Ron Weasley, this is Hermione ... Granger" Ron said motioning to Hermione.
"Weasley, Granger..." said Dumbledore, although it sounded like he was talking more to himself than to them.
"Oh, I think you should follow me to my office please Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, and..." Dumbledore met Harry's eyes
"You to." he said to Harry.
Although finding this a bit of a strange request, the trio followed him up the stone steps.
Harry kept a firm hold on his wand which was hidden in the folds of his plain black robes. Just encase this wasn't actually the real Albus Dumbledore. After all Harry wasn't the most popular around powerful people; Fudge, Voldemort, and Umbridge for example.
Hermione was frightened, and held back so she was walking beside Ron.
"Why doesn't he remember us?" Ron whispered to her.
"I don't know Ron, honestly, why would I?" said Hermione, trying to sound agitated.
On the way up she really did begin to feel agitated however, with all the strange looks she was getting from students. Students which she didn't recognise. Hmmmm.
Ron noticed none of them looked familiar too, except for one red headed girl surrounded by a posse of giggling teenagers. He was sure he had seen her somewhere before.
Once at the office, Dumbledore stated plainly.
"Sugar Squares"
And walked up.
He pushed open the heavy wooden doors, and they followed him in. The office looked pretty much the same as usual, except that is it looked slightly more empty than normal.
"I think I need to have a talk with myself." He muttered.
"Pardon, Sir?" asked Hermione, obviously confused.
Dumbledore said nothing, but sat down at his desk and motioned for the others to sit in the three sturdy chairs that had apparently appeared out of nowhere.
In the background, Fox was cooing curiously. Something definitely wasn't right.
So, I've rewritten this chapter now, as I plan to do with the rest of them too. I fixed even MORE grammar problems, big shocker there, eh? lol. I think I'm a little better down though, hopefully. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. xx
Much l0ve, KatrinaLee