Every year, Alfred pouted but didn't press the issue. Matthew was used to dealing with America on the 3rd. America would be bouncing off the walls with excitement, planning the best party to date. This year was different. America was still incessantly pestering his brother, but he seemed apprehensive rather than excited. Alfred was still behaving like a child, but he was pouting rather than bouncing. Matthew was a very patient nation, but he finally snapped. And then I got nervous. I was trying to get up the courage to tell him tomorrow.
But I don't think I can.
Hermione has managed to get herself thrown back in time, the Marauders time to be exact. Can she keep James off her and make him fall for. Matchmaking the Past. By: shy-n-great . Everyone missed Sirius and a tiny part of her was ecstatic that she was in the past. "Hermione Roper.
I couldn't feel that way if I were his brother. America looked hurt, like a kicked puppy with glasses and a bomber jacket. He started to defend himself, but was cut off by Canada. It's your fault, Alfred. I know you didn't want to hurt him, but you did.
America remained unable to speak, but took on a distressed expression at the pain he had caused England. You're going to play the hero, a century too late, but whatever. You are going to get on a plane to London and get your sorry American ass over to Arthur's house tomorrow morning before he gets to drunk to understand. And you are going to tell him what you told me. Alfred nodded dumbly for a moment, then jumped up in his typical fashion, his "I'm planning a hero move" look back on his face. Just In All Stories: Story Story Writer Forum Community.
I write better when I've got reviews to suggest where to go, or what they like about the story. So this is my shameful plea to all who reads this to please let me know what you think. Big hugs to you all and I hope you like. Hermione Granger was sitting in the Room of Requirement which had taken the shape of a library. She would have used the normal school library but, it appeared that every seventh year seemed to have taken up residence there.
It just wouldn't do when there were giggling teenagers around while she was trying to study for her N. So, there she was, sitting at a small desk with all types of books surrounding her while she studied for her Ancient Runes exam. After all, exams were only nine weeks away and time was a precious commodity at the moment. She found her mind begin to wander as she tried to finish a sentence about the history of a Rune symbol, which signalled to Hermione that it was time to take a break.
She glanced at her watch to find that dinner would just be starting and food was just the thing she needed to sharpen her mind up again. She hastily placed a highlighting charm on her sentence that she couldn't finish:. It is a great source of magic for friends and family. There, that was all she needed to remember where she'd left off.
She slammed the book shut as the sentence played over her mind in a flurry, like every other fact did when she was studying.
It would soon find its place in her mind and would have another one whizzing around. She quickly put her notes into her bag and left the room with a quick glance over her shoulder to see the door disappear. As Hermione speedily made her way down to the Great Hall, she found she felt odd. It was like the atmosphere was a little heavy on her.
She looked around but no one was in sight, they were probably all sat down eating dinner now. And then she could no longer dwell on it when she found they were already at the gargoyle statue. She smiled at him. He gave the password and disappeared back down the corridor.
And what do Peter, Sirius and Remus think about this new girl? Not mine, none of it is. She caught James eyeing her up when Dumbledore started to lead the way up the stairs to his office. She questioned the small matter of clothes and books but Dumbledore would only tell her that it would be taken care of. Then a sentence suddenly took the leading presence in her mind, ' This rune is relatively new having only come about in
Hermione practically found herself racing up the stairs to speak with Benedict Waverly. Maybe with some more answers, the questions would stop bothering her.
Taking one of the two seats in front of Dumbledore's desk, she waited for him to join her. Someone I know to be dead in the future is now alive, but in all the things that are changing in my memory, she only appears once. She's there in something I was doing in the same year that I left…if that makes sense to you, only when I try to think of things leading up to that memory, she's not there. As far as I know, she's dead…how is that possible?
Lily Evans' future is not set in stone yet, that is why you've seen nothing change leading up to the only memory you have of her. And you'll find that you've only seen glimpses of what is to come for them, what has happened for you. That is because your time here isn't complete. A full change in your past will happen when it is time for you to go back. You have to remember it to know what is needed to be change. She knew she should ask more. Only she didn't feel up to it anymore. A break from getting her head round this was needed.
Benedict smiled knowingly and got up, "You'll know in good time. But do let me know when you'd like to speak with me again. Hermione was tucked away in the corner of the Gryffindor common room, attempting to do her homework, but her concentration wasn't with her. It'd been a long week with all the professors being extra tough on them as the exams drew closer. And then there was the fact she was in the past to change her future that was constantly on her mind.
She tried to read the same paragraph only her eyes wouldn't read the words. It was time to give up for the night. Snapping the book shut, Hermione gathered up her bits of parchment and shoved them into her bag haphazardly. At least it was the weekend. She forced a smile and continued with the last bit of her shoving.
She zipped up her bag and sat back in her chair as he took a seat opposite her at the small table. She had her own work to do, never mind helping others with theirs. Hermione instantly felt the guilt run through her and looked to him. A sharp pain hit her just as she was about to stand up and fell back into her chair.
She groaned in frustration as new memories of Peter took up a place in her mind.
This was becoming very annoying. This seems to happen to you a lot. Hermione smiled gratefully at him. I think it's the stress of the exams. Lies were coming so easily to her now.
And they just kept building up the longer she was here. I'll be in the library in the morning. When she reached the stairs, she heard a name she hadn't heard once since she'd been there. It sent chills up her spine.
Or rather, Hermione heard the avoidance of a name.