Of Finding Padfoot and Vindictive Plans
Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, general to the 501st is highly agitated and there is no hiding it. First he was brought into the Jedi order as a child (willingly), then he went through training with Obi-Wan, Senator Amidala had her life threatened, then the first battle of the Clone Wars, all the battles, deaths, and betrayals after that. The Jedi Order forced him to take Padawan Tano on, which he grew to love and see as a little sister. He didn’t even want to think of the shit show with the father, daughter, and son. Followed by the order betraying the both of them and Snips - Ahsoka Tano - walking away. More battles, more fighting, more deaths... Anakin just wanted it to end, all the men he lost, his Padawan, the separation from his wife; who is now pregnant. Now this, the counsel is giving him a seat only to deny him the rank of master.
“This is outrageous, it’s unfair... how can you be on the council and not be a master?” Anakin wished that he would allow himself to say more, but he kept himself just barely censored. Even as his resentment and anger boiled beneath the surface of his skin like magma. “Take a seat, young Skywalker.” He barely stops himself from violently lashing out at Mace Windu. Feeling as though his mouth is full of cotton and his tongue weighed down by lead. Knowing that more and more when he stands in front of the Council, all he feels is disgust.
Anakin using all of his willpower practically spits out his next words as he takes a seat. “Forgive me master.” Right as the council moves to start their next order of business... Well, let's just say that something strange happened. A rip seems to happen in the air of the atmosphere. Then for a split second the very air is sucked out of the room, straight to where the rip is. With an almost audible popping sound; a young woman with extremely wild curly hair is thrown out tumbling head over arse onto the floor. While the whole of the Jedi Council gapped in shock at what they just witnessed.
They all silently watch as the woman gives a soft groan and slowly heaves herself to her feet. “Oh, bloody hell.” They can barely make out her muttered words as she rubs her pounding head with one hand. Hermione slowly looks around the architecture of the room and furrows her brows. “This can’t be right...” She starts to fiddle with the golden time turner in her hands that seems to have some sort of wispy atmosphere in it. “My calculation had to have been off. I did all the research required, I know that this was meant to help me find...”
The woman starts muttering as she fiddles with the time turner. Everyone in the room is blinking at her, trying to figure out what to do with a woman that just got spit out of some sort of rip in space. Obi-Wan, finally finding his voice and ever the diplomat. “Excuse me miss, who are you?” Barely stopping in her muttering glances up at them, then looks back down at the time turner. When the realization sinks in, Hermione freezes. Slowly she looks up and really takes the time to study the room.
Her eyes widen in shock as some sort of wispy light dances around her and seems to caress her. Then the realization seems to sink in and much to the council's embarancement she lets loose a string of very colorful curses before finally seeming to settle one (that the council actually understood). “Fuck... This is bad!”
Yoda finally speaks up, since the rest of the council seems to be recovering from her colorful language. “Lost are you?” Hermione, having gone back to fiddling with the time turner, doesn’t look up as she responds. “No no no... I am going to kill Harry, Ron, the twins, Malfoy, Zabini, Nott, and Sirius Black when I get my hands on them. I might just throw in Severus for the shits and giggles of it.” She stops fiddling with the time turner allowing it to land on her chest and hang from the chain. “I don’t have time for this. I need space, I need to think, I need more information. I’m just going to go.”
Then without further ado, she whirls around and walks right out of the door. Letting it close behind her, not caring for who they are and what they are thinking. Shaak Ti speaks up from her seat on the council, “Fascinating.”
Mace Windu, finally seeming to lose his temper, lets out an aggravated breath. “Now wait a damn minute. We’re letting that random woman leave to wander around when she just appeared out of nowhere, with no explanation?”
Obi-Wan and Anakin look at each other, silently communicating in a way that only a master and padawan can. “We can gather a small group of our men to go and find her, to get some real answers from her.” Obi-Wan waits a few moments for any response to his offer, when finally there is a collective, but silent agreeance to his words.
As one, Anakin and Obi-Wan stand up and leave the room, but when the doors close behind them; there is no sign of the woman anywhere. Anakin gets on the coms and gets a group of ten of his men to start looking for the woman. Obi-Wan does the same and they split off. Both of them going in different directions, hoping that they may be able to corner her. Anakin’s last thought before he focuses on the task at hand is how much he wishes that Ahsoka and Rex could be there to help (cracking jokes while working on whatever mission they were given).
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Hermione knew that she couldn’t just stay outside of the chambers she just left. She knew she had to figure out what went wrong or rather... what went horribly right. First, she had to get far far away, eventually those idiots were going to break out of their stupor. Hermione wanted to be as far away as she could when they did. Even though a big part of her was doubting that any of this worked, she could still feel the ley lines. She was still connected to them, as she watched waves of pure light dance around her. Hermione, once again gave herself over to them.
“Take me to him, if I am right and he is here. Please, please take me to him.” Hermione felt the leys react to her plea and before she knew it, she felt a soft pull and the feeling of moving very very fast. Hermione found herself standing outside of what looked to be a cell. Immediately she felt her stomach drop, “No...” the word barely had enough breath backing it to make a sound... but it was there.
Looking through the strange energy screen, she could see Sirius, curled up in the corner. His body is in the tightest ball she thinks that she has ever seen. “Sirius,” No reaction, not even a twitch. Hermione bites her lips and studies the cell screen, looking for any sort of weak part. The moment she finds it Hermione starts to gather the ley lines to her. They come willingly to their mistresses' call. Then without a moment of hesitation she slashed her arms toward the weak part. The whole gridding to the cell collapsed in, Hermione softly smiled and caressed the ley lines in silent thanks. Carefully they brushed against her cheeks and settled into their natural flows.
Sirius still gave not one reaction to what was going on around him. Hermione sprinted forward and dropped to her knees. She studied Sirius as she checked him over for any wounds, carefully she reached out and softy touched him. “Sirius? Sirius... it’s me, it’s Hermione.” Still no reaction, not even a twitch even though he was breathing, he was just staring at the wall.
Softly, oh so softly, Hermione slowly moved Sirius so that she could face his body towards her. She cupped his face in her hands and started to lightly tap his cheeks. “Sirius, come back to me. Come back to the land of the living, come on. Sirius, it’s Hermione...” Still nothing, Hermione sighs and bites her lips as she slowly looks around.
She hears Sirius make a small noise and then, she hears a rough raspy voice. “Kitten?” Hermione’s eyes widen and she whips her head to look at Sirius. “Sirius!” She watches as he quickly blinks then he reaches his shaking hands up and carefully touches Hermione’s face. “What are you doing here Kitten, you shouldn’t be here.”
Hermione gives Sirius an exhausted smile, “There’s a lot you need to be caught up on... I thought that it was obvious, I’m here to raise hell on the assholes who had the audacity to throw you in a cell. I’m also here to rescue you. So, care to help me with a little jailbreak padfoot?”
Sirius stares at Hermione blankly for a split second before his brain catches up. Hermione watches with satisfaction as a decidedly Black wicked grin spreads across his face. “Oh, kitten, why didn’t you just start with that!” Hermione gives an excited grin back to Sirius and starts to lead him out of the cell and down to the controls. “What did the leaders of this society do to you kitten?”
Hermione allows herself a few moments to let the tension grow before she speaks. “For one they tossed you into a jail cell for no reason and two... they are complete and utter dunderheads! Don’t try me padfoot! I can tell from your eyes that they just threw you in a cell without a trial. You didn’t deserve that the first time and you sure as hell didn’t deserve it this time.” Sirius takes a moment to study Hermione, then gives a soft smile. “You’ve grown up a lot, kitten... I especially love your newly found vindictive side.”
Hermione gives a wicked grin in response, “I hope you still remember how to turn into padfoot.” and pulls the lever to let every... single... prisoner... out.
All hell proceeds to break loose.