Remember, Remember...
Friday the 5th of November 1976
Witches and Wizards had existed in history for a long time.
They had been burned and considered to be evil, had been seen as green, horrible creatures in media and among other things. But long before that they had played a role in Pagan life, when magic folk and Muggles could mingle together and both share a role in pivotal society.
When Seers, Healers and more set up their shops and helped the locals – before religion and one King took over the land – only for the fear of burning in eternal damnation to take over.
Yet Hermione couldn’t understand why Magical Folk had become a fear and maybe a slight fascination, and yet they were willing to remember the day a terrorist tried to blow up their parliament and King, obviously they celebrated his death but still...they celebrated it with fireworks and a giant fire – and even sometimes threw a straw man on top.
And now there were a bunch of children, young and old, singing their little ‘remember, remember, the 5th of November…’ rhymes as they walked around the school. One student had even tried to create a bonfire outside, only for the flames to end up out of control, his eyebrow to be burnt off and a months worth of detentions for ‘sheer stupidity’.
Hermione couldn’t help but watch him as she sat at the Gryffindor table, wondering why he had tried to do it a day earlier – nor why he thought it was celebrated at the school.
“Did you do the potions homework?” Hermione turned her head as James slid onto the bench opposite her with Sirius, both of them wearing worried looks.
“Yes, and no you can’t copy.” Hermione answered back with a sweet smile, scooping a small portion of oatmeal into her mouth as her other hand reached for her bag before her brothers foot could grab hold of it’s handle.
“Please!” James begged as she pouted at her.
“How is it that two of the top students in the school haven’t done their homework?” Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow as she moved to grab her coffee, taking a much needed sip and watching them with wide eyes.
“We were doing it last night but then we had an emergency.”
“And what was this emergency?” Hermione asked. “I doubt it was anything-”
“Remus needed chocolate.” Sirius cut her off as Hermione let her mouth fall open in a soft oh. The moon would be in two days and Remus needed all the help he could get even if that help was a far too sweet wrapped treat that his friends bought for him.
“Yeah oh – so can you help us?” James pleaded once again, half laying dramatically on the table to reach out for her, his foot reaching out for her bag once again and failing as she smacked his ankle.
“No.”
“That is so not fair!” He cried, throwing his hands in the air and looking at her with a pout. “I’m your brother and Sirius is your...whatever you two are to each other – please can you help us out this one time?” He asked as Hermione rolled her eyes and Sirius seemed to freeze in his seat, looking a bit more pale than normal.
Instead of commenting on it, she ignored it with a wave of her hand – there was no point fighting what everyone assumed. “I won’t let you copy, because then how will your learn – but I will correct what you have so far and maybe offer some tips on what you need to add.”
“I can deal with that.” James responded as he reached for his own bag and Sirius copied him silently.
They stayed that way, quietly editing and adding things to their parchment that Hermione pointed out or told them, their quills scratching rapidly, and their breakfast eaten between quick bites, until they neared the end of their breakfast time.
Hermione frowned as she spotted a flash of auburn hair rush past the main doors, turning back to her brother as he blew on his homework, trying to dry the ink so he could put it away before the bell.
“Why didn’t you ask Lily to help you with this?” It seemed like something James would have jumped at before, especially now they were speaking, to have her help him with one of her favourite subjects and spend time with him.
Yet James didn’t answer as he mumbled something under his breath that had Sirius snorting over his coffee and moving his cup away from his drying homework.
“What was that?” Hermione asked with a frown.
“I want her to think I’m smart.” James mumbled louder as Hermione raised her eyebrows, continuing before Sirius could say anything. “And we’ve just started being friends – I don’t want her to get annoyed with me bothering her for help every two minutes.”
Hermione couldn’t help the smile that made it’s way to her face as she leaned forward onto her elbows. “I actually think she wouldn’t mind – and it doesn’t have to mean anything more than what it actually is.” She whispered the last part as she placed her bag strap on her shoulder and took her last sip of coffee.
“Bet it would feel different if I left you and Pads alone to study together.”
“Unlikely, we’re friends.” Hermione answered back even as her cheeks flushed and Sirius shifted, looking eager to leave.
“Who sleep together?” James asked in disbelief as Hermione glared at him.
“Well you wouldn’t want to take that out of context.” Sirius muttered. And honestly no she didn’t want that taken out of context to look like she and Sirius were just shagging when all they did was innocent things together like talk and hug.
“Despite that there is nothing going on, and even if there was, I highly doubt I would be tempted jump him while we discuss the uses of newt spleen.” She pointed out, gesturing to the essays that still laid on the table with a raised eyebrow as James grimaced in agreement.
“Yeah – doesn’t seem like the most erotic topic.” Sirius joked, finally rolling up his own homework and shoving into his bag with a bit more force than necessary. “But if we were discussing, say, Amortentia – that might be a bit different.” He sent her a wink and slid down the bench as James reached down to shove him.
Despite her insistence, she couldn’t hide the blush that settled seemingly all over her body, as she tried to fight off the memories of what she had smelt in the class just a few days ago. It was a simple attraction, that was all.
“My point is, is that Lily is your friend, she would be happy to help.” Hermione muttered as she swung her legs off the bench and stood up with a smile. “And you don’t have to impress her, if she likes you then it will be because of you being you.” The itch in her brain maddened slightly but she kept her hand down and away from James prying eyes.
It wouldn’t do good for James to see it and assume something more than what it could possibly be. And she wouldn’t do that to him.
…
Wednesday the 10th of November 1976
The days seemed to be passing faster than usual, and with them comes a colder winter, frost already littering the grass in the morning and snow creeping closer and closer as the nights get longer.
Hermione doesn’t mind. She had always had a strange love towards winter and everything is brought, the beautiful crisp mornings and the way the cold seemed to stick to skin and leave a strange and comforting smell behind. It also provided more comfort to the castle.
Not that a large building made of stone a thousand years ago wasn’t comforting, it could sometimes feel rather empty, but when the dark came and the candles offered orange light, and the common room seemed to radiate with warmth – it was just the perfect level of comfort.
That being said, being outside in not too many layers and feeling the true cold was not as nice.
Yet it beat sitting inside and listening to everyone whisper about the latest attack, the papers still in their hands and their expressions full of worry. And maybe if her memories weren’t stuck behind some stupid wall in her head then she would have been able to do something, but instead she was stuck.
The itch in her head was almost driving her crazy and the temptation to poke and prod, to try and get herself an answer of what exactly she could do, was growing stronger everyday.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Potter.”
One day she would catch a break, one day she wouldn’t have to worry about sharing a castle and classes with a sneering greasy twat.
“Piss off, Snape.”
“So impolite.” The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she turned to face Mulciber, Avery and the rest of their little crew, Snape along with them. How nice of him to continue being friends with a bunch of heinous idiots.
Mulciber and Avery moved closer as Hermione gripped her wand tightly. Avery letting out a dark chuckle as he stood before her. “No need for that, Potter, we are only here to talk.”
“I’m not interested in anything you have to say.” Hermione snapped back. Avery, she could deal with, he was nothing more than a cowardly boy who followed others around – kind of like Pettigrew. One swift wave of her wand and he would back off to stand behind his nameless friends.
But Mulciber, there was something about him.
Pale and sadistic, circling around her like a wolf did to it’s prey, seeming to find enjoyment in the way her eyes watched him and her wand twitched in her hand.
It wasn’t like they interacted much, he was a year above, as was Avery – but she had heard and seen the effects of what had happened with Mary McDonald and she wasn’t about to let herself fall to his wand and whatever else he clearly wanted.
“Would you be more interested if we brought little Black out here?” Mulciber teased as he finally stopped before her with a wide grin, eyes glinting dangerously as Snape shifted and Hermione tried to school her expression to remain neutral.
She managed an amused smile and a raise of her eyebrow as the sound of her heart thumping sounded loudly in her ears. “No.”
Mulciber clicked his tongue and looked over his shoulder before looking back at her, taking another step forward to stand over her, his hand reaching out to play with her necklace and his breath fanning over her face. “Pretty things like you shouldn’t lie.” His words were almost sweet, sickly and made her flinch away.
“And ugly things like you should learn not to touch what isn’t theirs.” Hermione bit back as she took a sharp step away, clutching her wand tighter and fighting off the impulsive to shiver and wash away the lingering touch of his hands.
To her surprise Mulciber let out a little laugh, cold and matching his sudden sneer as he ducked into her space again. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, Bloodtraitor.”
“Is that supposed to be an insult?” Hermione asked with a grin, feeling slightly more confident as Mulciber glowered at her. “There is nothing I would rather be at this moment than a Bloodtraitor.” She added in a hiss as she leaned forward before moving back as he reached for her.
She sidestepped him, watching as he stumbled slightly before he face her with bared teeth. “You disgrace your own -”
“I disgrace no one but a bunch of pathetic cowards who call themselves noble and pure when half of them are half blood, like your master, and like yourself.” The words poured from her throat as she sneered back at Mulciber, though a trickle of confusion hit her as she tried to recall when she had ever learnt that Voldemort was Halfblood.
Surely he would have been a student here but it wasn’t like she even knew his name, but there had only ever been mention of him after Grindelwald, so he probably existed afterwards or during...that was something she could look into later as it didn’t seem as important as Mulciber’s anger.
“Why you little -” His wand was held high and pointing straight at her, only to fly out of his hand with a silent expelliarmus that had both of them turning to look as James walked to her side, throwing Mulciber’s wand to Sirius, who walked behind him with Remus.
“Did no one ever teach you that it’s rude to try and curse a lady, Mulciber?” James asked, as though talking to a friend.
“Ah lookie here, the whole gang of Bloodtraitors and Lupin are here to join the fight.” One of the unknown boys chuckled, ignoring the glare and sneer given his way.
“Three against one, I hardly think that’s a fair fight.” Sirius added as he inspected Mulciber’s wand in his hand, holding it gently and slightly disgusted, which Hermione couldn’t blame him for. The wand had been used in some cruel and dangerous acts, and probably would continue to be in darker routes once the twat left school.
“Worried about your little bitch, Black?” Avery hissed with a sarcastic laugh from his place beside Mulciber.
“I meant hardly fair against you guys, I mean if you are going to attack Hermione then at least get some more back up.” Sirius scoffed, pointing to the useless men and Snape, all of which seemed to be mainly out of the way and just there for some kind of show.
“Maybe we weren’t going to attack but instead see what is it about this little slut that has every boy up in arms.” Mulciber spoke softly, taking a step forward and staring at Hermione dangerously, his slimy tongue creeping along his lips. “Would you like that, Potter?”
He had some balls, to be acting like he currently didn’t have four wands pointed at him and was wandless himself, but she could admire the confidence and retaliate with her own as she spoke lowly. “I’d rather jump off the Astronomy tower.”
“You forget Mulciber, the little slut is only interested in Halfbloods like Townsend or fucking her own cousins.” Avery cackled out, like he actually found it amusing as he slapped a hand against Mulciber’s back while Hermione rolled her eyes. “Maybe you should give her a go, Snape.”
All eyes flicked to the sallow faced boy, his black eyes burning into Hermione’s and his arms crossed over his chest as he let out a scoff and gulped. “I’d rather save myself from whatever diseases she’s gotten from Black.”
“Which one?” Someone hissed as Mulciber’s lip curled up.
“Not that you would be worthy anyway, Snape, a girl like that needs a good Pureblood to see t-” Mulciber joined in, before hissing in pain as Remus’ stinging hex hit him in the side of the face before James or Sirius could even lift their wands an inch. “You fucking – give me that.” Avery frowned as his wand was pulled from his hand and pointed towards them.
Hermione stepped forward rapidly, waving her wand and placing a protego before them all, Mulciber’s weakly thrown hexes doing nothing more than bounce off the faint shimmer bubble.
“As you can see Mulciber, we don’t take too kindly to our own being threatened nor insulted, so I suggest you turn and leave before I get pissed off.” Her words were like ice, crackling around them and fuelled by magic and promise.
Mulciber seemed to consider her for a second as she snatched his wand from Sirius and twirled it around her fingers, his eyes narrowing as he stepped forward menacingly but she refused to bend or give in, her shield still strong around her and the boys.
“I’ll give Snape your -”
“You look just like him.” Mulciber smirked as he spoke, tilting his head to the side and considering her as she blinked at him. “All stern and menacing, though I doubt he would be happy to see his daughter protecting a bunch of Bloodtraitors.” Her body seemed frozen as she stared at him, and her ears rang slightly.
He wanted something, a reaction, wanted her to flip out or cry or whatever, but she refused, pushing back the icy feeling and raising a single eyebrow at him. “Something I’ll do until the day I die.”
“And what a day to look forward to.” He leered, placing his hands in his pockets and giving her a leer. “I’ll make sure to tell him you say hi.” He added as he turned around, walking forward and nodding his head towards Snape and then her.
Hermione lowered her shield and stepped forward, shaking off James’ hand and ignoring Sirius’ warning hiss. “Make sure you tell him that I look forward to the day I watch him choke on his blood, begging for help that won’t come.” Mulciber froze for a second but continued walking, his posse, sans Snape, following behind him.
Snape walked forward, his hand held out as Hermione turned to look at him, sneering face and black eyes, but there was something there, a slight uncertainty. “Give me the wand, Potter.”
She slapped the wand into his hand, gripping tight as she pulled him forward and gritted her teeth. “If I found out that they’ve hurt Regulus in any way then I will come after all of you.” With that she pushed him away, watched him stumble over his feet as he made his way back to his friends.
“What the fuck was that?”
“Why are you three out of the castle?” She turned to her brother, ignoring his question, and letting her gaze drift over to the other two men.
“We saw you on the map and...Hermione, what happened?” James answered and asked, she should have known he would be watching her or would notice she wasn’t there when she spent so much time around them, or falling asleep beside Sirius.
“You caught the gist of it – I think they just wanted to try and give me a little scare, shame it didn’t work.” Hermione answered dryly, ignoring the slight fear that had wormed its way into her chest. “Though the hex was much appreciated, so thank you, Remus.” She added, smiling to her friend as he nodded back to her.
Before any of them could comment further she started her journey back to the castle, arms wrapped tight around herself as though they could keep the chill away, and feet slapping against the dewy grass.
“Hermione!”
“Yes, Jamie?”
“You can’t just – you shouldn’t even be out here and you should have left the moment they arrived.” James hissed out as he ran to walk by her side, his longer legs pushing him forward faster than her own shorter ones could get away, forcing her to walk by his side.
“It wasn’t like I was planning for them to turn up and doubt they would have just let me walk away.” Hermione answered back lowly. She wouldn’t have even come out here if she had thought they were going to be there.
“That’s not the-”
“It doesn’t matter because I figured something out.” Hermione hissed, lowering her voice further as she sent a quick look over her shoulder, making sure Remus and Sirius were at a good enough distance to not hear her. “Voldemort is a Halfblood.”
….
Thursday the 11th of November 1976
“So tell me again how you came to this conclusion?”
Hermione sighed as she placed another book down on their table, looking at her brother as he sat in his chair, feet propped up on the table and robe thrown over the back of another chair. He looked slightly more dishevelled than usual, even as he skimmed through one book and ran another hand through his messy hair.
“It’s not a conclusion but more something to do with what I said to Mulciber.” Hermione explained as she sat herself down in the only free chair that wasn’t covered with their things, pulling her own book towards her. “Like it was a fact I already knew but didn’t actually know.”
“Are the memories are seeping through?” James asked in the lowest whisper, a look of concern crossing over his face as Hermione frowned.
She asked as she shook her head. “No – it’s more the deja vu I get instead, and something just feeling right.”
“I mean it makes sense.” James laughed slightly coldly as Hermione narrowed her eyes. “Most Purebloods aren’t shy about throwing around their family names or ancestors in order to let people know they are indeed Purebloods, and yet old Voldy has gone and given himself a nickname that has people shivering and unable to look into his past.”
Hermione stared at him with an amused smile, feeling slightly proud also, that her brother, who spent most his time pranking and pretending that he was far too cool to do stuff like homework, was sat here trying to help with her possibly stupid theory and provide them with answers.
But most importantly, he was actually researching and not complaining about it.
“Which does point to him probably not being as pure as he claims but it also begs the question as to what are we supposed to do when we find out who he is?” James asked, no if or doubt in his voice, just confusion and the expectancy of answers.
Hermione sighed as she looked around, making sure no one was listening in before she answered. “When Dumbledore blocked off her memories -” Because they weren’t her own, they hadn’t been even before they were gone. “- he blocked off what she, or I, was supposed to do – but things keep seeping through without me even trying, so if I can figure out this then maybe I can have more of an idea of what I’m missing.”
“In regards to whatever that mission was?”
“Yes.”
“Which has something to do with Voldy.” James spoke again with a deeper sigh as he nodded his head and looked back to his book. “Alright, then we figure out what we can do to take down the evil dictator and get those memories back – providing that it doesn’t mess with you in any way.” He added, giving her a more pointed look as Hermione opened her mouth.
She wasn’t exactly looking to have a bunch of memories seep in, while it would probably be nice, she was aware of what Dumbledore had said to her, that it could be dangerous and possibly deathly – too much magic and too much weight on her shoulders.
Hermione just needed enough to do what she wanted to do, or some information so she could come up with a plan and still keep playing the way Dumbledore wanted her to, which if she was being honest would be doing none of this research and sitting in her Common Room with her homework, but she had never been able to pass up some knowledge that she could use to her advantage.
“One thing at a time – right now we need to know who Voldemort actually is.” Hermione spoke lowly as a couple of Hufflepuffs passed by them. “I’m going to go with Slytherin, Halfblood and within the past fifty years.”
“Because that won’t take time.” James muttered as he placed his feet back down on the floor and the heavy book he was looking at on the table.
Nothing else was said as they leaned over their books, writing down notes and scanning through the student directory throughout the years, though there were little sighs or deep breaths every so often, or the sound of turning pages and a quill scratching against parchment.
Hermione sighed once again and shook out the cramp in her hand as she looked over her very small list, it wasn’t like many Halfbloods actually were sorted into Slytherin, nor many Muggleborns, but it was was a start to something, what she wasn’t actually too sure, but if it helped then it didn’t matter.
And it would do for the day, unless they wanted to spend more time in the library and miss their dinner, or fall behind on actual studying and homework that they had to do. James seemed to have the same idea too as he dropped his quill on the table and let out a deep sounding groan, followed by a hand running through his hair.
His mouth opened to speak, closing rapidly as he frowned at something behind Hermione.
“Prongs, where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you…we were supposed to do that thing.” Hermione turned her head rapidly as Sirius strolled towards their table, a frown on his face and his hands in the air. “What’s all this?”
“Erm...I had to help Hermione with some stuff, sorry, we lost track of time.” James answered as he shoved his parchment into his bag and closed his book as Sirius frowned at him. Her brother was many things but that didn’t seem to extend to hiding things without people noticing.
Hermione sighed and turned to smile softly at Sirius as he stood beside her. “He’s free now if you want to take him.”
Silver eyes met her own, and once again her heart seemed to beat a bit faster, more so as he gave her an amused smile and bumped his arm into her shoulder. “Bored of him already?” He teased as James let out a scoff and Hermione smiled.
“You know better than anyone what it’s like trying to get him to study.”
“Yeah, but I think I can understand if you’ve been making him study Slytherin’s throughout the first half of the century.” Sirius pointed out as he leaned over at her to look down at her book, and Hermione turned to look quickly at James as he raised his eyebrows at her.
“Personal homework.” Hermione spoke quickly, turning her head to look up at him, her nose nearly brushing his cheek as he turned his head.
“Are you two done with whatever this is because I need to eat.” James spoke as he placed the books back onto the shelves and Hermione pulled away with blush on her cheeks and her heart beating loudly in her ears.
Sirius laughed softly and pulled back. “Yeah – yeah – oh hey I know him.” Hermione frowned and followed his finger to where he was pointing at a name. “He’s on some Trophy, saved the school or something heroic like that.” He pulled back again and looked towards James as Hermione frowned and looked down at her book.
One name stuck out – Tom Riddle.
There was nothing overwhelming as she stared at the name, a brief bit of information but nothing that stood out beside his name.
D.O.B; December the 31st of 1926
Hogwarts; September 1938 – June 1946/ Slytherin/Prefect/Headboy
Yet the itch in her brain started again, making her teeth grate together as she waited for a memory or something to appear only to come up blank. There was no deja vu, no fleeting images or memories, nothing but the itch in her brain and James’ curious look.
Despite her frustration, she smiled, closing her book and standing up. They could speak about it later – or maybe if she figured something out but not now. Not while Sirius was looking between them curiously.
...
Monday the 15th of November 1976
“...remember I expect your essays in the next lesson...that means you, Black!” Slughorn shouted out of the door with a small chuckle, shaking his head as he turned back around. “Oh...what are you two still doing here?” He asked in surprise as he took in James and Hermione stood side by side.
“Sorry to scare you Sir, we were actually just hoping we could speak to you.” Hermione spoke softly, a small smile on her face as Slughorn moved around to his desk with a frown.
“If this is about your previous essays, well I assure you – they were both very -”
“Not at all, Sir, actually we wondering if we could perhaps ask you about some previous students of yours.” James added before Slughorn could go down his rampage of whatever he was going to say.
“Uh hoo, looking for some future connections and coming to me for them, how very wise of the both of you.” He chuckled, slapping his belly slightly and looking towards the photos he had stuck around the class of all of his ‘successful’ students.
“Something like that.” Hermione muttered as she forced on a smile before he could invite them along to another Slug Club and force them to interact with his ‘peers’. “Sir, how many Halfbloods or Muggleborns have been in Slytherin since you started teaching here?”
Slughorn blinked in surprise, his mouth opening slightly as he looked around. “Erm...I wouldn’t have an exact number, there were a few of course, though not many seemed to make much of themselves, simple careers, nothing that I think the pair of you would be interested in.” He looked between them both with narrowed eyes as Hermione fought to roll her own.
Though not the biggest bigot in the world, he did seem to still possess the ability to be surprised by those he considered lower, who did well – like Lily or Snape.
“Were there none that stood out?”
“Hm, well there was one, despite his rather sad background, he was incredibly talented in everything it seemed, hard working – he became a Prefect and the Headboy – and was quite popular within the school, with both his friends and girls, not that he ever seemed interested.” Slughorn waved off the last part as he rested his hands on his stomach.
“What was his name, Sir?” James asked cautiously.
“Tom Riddle – I believe I have…” He moved to stand up with what seemed like a bit of effort as he moved to one of his shelves and picked up a slightly faded and brownish photo. “Here he is – he was quite handsome wasn’t he.” He chuckled as he held the photo out and pointed to a figure.
He was handsome, there was no doubt about that. Tall, pale with thick jet black hair and dark eyes, it was easy to see why many girls might be impressed, even James let out a low whistle, but there was something cold about his appearance – even more so when photo Slughorn patted his back and Tom gave a smile that warped his features and made her feel unsettled.
Slughorn clicked his tongue and shook his head, pulling back the photo and placing it on his desk. “It was a shame he never continued on the path I tried to give him – what a waste.”
James seemed to shake free first, frowning at their Professor. “What happened to him?”
Slughorn sighed, his eyes shifting slightly and his mouth turning into a thin line. “He left with top N.E.W.Ts, and went to work in Borgin and Burkes for a while, though he did try for a job here but was turned away – too young, you see, and then a few years later he seemed to disappear and no one ever saw him again – well not until he came to see Professor Dumbledore about the job once again.” He sighed again and shook his head.
“What job was he after?” Hermione asked, looking away from the strangely haunting photo and back to Slughorn.
“Defence, I believe, he should have been glad he didn’t get it, not after he came the second time – no one seemed to be able to hold down the position for a year.” Slughorn chuckled and shook his head before a worried expression came over his face. “Not that he would have been the right fit then...I only caught a glimpse but he seemed rather strange.” He muttered more to himself as Hermione and James frowned.
“Strange how?”
“Well you have to understand, Tom, from what I gathered had a harder life, growing up in an orphanage with no family – but it was after that girl died that well he didn’t seem the same – I remember once he came to talk to me about – well never mind that.” Slughorn shut up fast, his face turning slightly pale and he refused to look at them. “I think that’s enough for the day – you have other classes and lunch to get to -”
“Sir?” James spoke but he was already been pushed towards the door, Hermione beside him as Slughorn tried to shoo them away.
They stumbled over the door frame, turning around just as the thick wood was slammed in their face and the sound of locks was heard behind them. James stared in shock as Hermione frowned and shook her head.
“What the fuck was that?” James hissed out as he reached for her arm, pulling her along with a frown.
“He’s hiding something or he knows something more than he’s letting on.” Hermione hissed back as they passed a group of first years. James nodded in agreement as they turned, ducking themselves into a small alcove and staring at each other.
“And how do we find that out?” James asked in a whisper as Hermione dug her teeth into her bottom lip and shook her head.
“For now we do nothing, he’s already suspicious as it is – if we go back there and keep trying to get information then he’s not going to say anything.” Hermione spoke lowly, moving back towards the corridor as James walked by her side.
“So we research on our own, see what we can find and when the moment comes we try and find out what he’s hiding – doesn’t seem impossible or time consuming in the slightest.” He spoke dryly as Hermione rolled her eyes and turned her head to look at him.
“We have time.” Hermione answered even as her stomach clenched.
Somehow it felt like they didn’t have all the time in the world, like everyday was a step closer to something going wrong or someone dying, but it wasn’t like they could storm back in and demand that he spoke to them – not without getting themselves into shit.
So they would wait and hope that the moment would present itself.