Brown Eyes

Chapter 4: Potions



Hermione shook her head, it was still spinning from being tripped by Malfoy. She looked up and noticed that Professor Snape must have started class while she had been on the ground. She couldn’t stand how rude Snape could be sometimes, except something wasn’t right, everyone was staring at her. Hermione could only recognize a few faces.



She immediately noticed Harry; he was getting up to help her. Finally someone with manners, she thought. She looked up at him and smiled sweetly and he flushed a bright pink. That’s odd, she thought. She pushed that thought aside as he pulled her up.



Than it hit her, this wasn’t Harry. This boy’s eyes were brown; she turned again and saw Professor Slughorn, Sirius Black & Lily Evans. She fainted dead away in the brown -eyed boy’s arms.



Hermione woke up in the hospital wing; she couldn’t remember how she got there. “I must have hit my head harder than I thought.” She rubbed the back of her head, but didn’t feel anything. She turned to her side and noticed Professor Dumbledore talking to Madam Promfrey, but they both looked younger.



Dumbledore turned and noticed her and started to walk over to her. “Ms. Granger I hope you are in good health.” The twinkle was still in his eyes; obviously he had carried in for years.



Hermione glared at him. “Professor Dumbledore, I expect you know who I am and you will tell me what I need to know.” With his nod she asked her biggest question. “What year am I in? I was positive that I just saw two people that are supposed to be dead,” Hermione asked curiously, hoping the answer was what she believed it to be.



“My dear you are in the year 1978; you were sent here for a reason and you wont be allowed to leave until you’ve done what you were meant to do. So do you have any idea what you’re supposed to do?” Dumbledore’s twinkle was back, full blast.



“Since I’ve been brought back to this exact time I’m going to assume that I’m supposed to save people who are going to die and prevent certain situations from happening all over again,” Hermione answered with hesitation.



“Now that you have figured that out, Mr. Potter would like to come in an check on you; he has been beside himself with worry. Ever since you fell into his arms during his potions class; he was very distraught that he was the cause.” Hermione’s eyes widened, he was talking about Harry’s father.



Before she could explain to Dumbledore that seeing James would be a bad idea he was already walking in with a lopsided grin that melted her heart. ‘Damn, this is not good, I can’t get close to him.’ Hermione returned with a tentative look. ‘But I was sent to this time for a reason; Professor Dumbledore kept dropping hints.’ It took Hermione a minute while James looked at her funny, “Your name.”



James looked confused, “Yeah, sorry I haven’t introduced myself. I’m James Potter; what’s yours?”



At that moment Hermione realized that Remus had also called her Mya, and she was in his time now. “Mya Granger, a pleasure to meet you.”



“I was worried when you fainted on me in Potions; I mean, you just appeared out of no where, like you apparated.”



“You can’t apparate around or in Hogwarts. It’s in…”



“Hogwarts, A History. You know you remind me a bit of Lily, only you’re more bearable to be around.”



“Thank you; you’re good company, too.”



The lopsided grin came back and she practically melted on the spot, ‘I really need to get away from him. He is off limits; he’s Harry’s father for Merlin’s sake! Harry was going to live if I had anything to say about it.’



Hermione didn’t know that her coming into the past already changed the future indefinitely. A hand waved in her face breaking her from her musings; she turned expectantly.



“Yes?”



“Sorry, you had this glazed look in your eyes for a good five minutes so I got worried.” James looked shy and he blushed a bit from his sentiment.



That confused her from what Hermione knew about James, he was a very confident guy who didn’t blush around girls and knew exactly what he wanted. He didn’t possess a shy bone in his body and yet, here he was turning an adorable pink and stuttering a little.



“I’m just tired, I’ve had a long day with everything that’s happened.”



“Ok, in was nice to meet you Mya. I’ll come by in the morning and I’ll introduce you to some of my friends during breakfast. Pleasant dreams.” James turned around and walked out of the hospital wing like a mad man was chasing him.



Hermione shook her head and closed her eyes, falling into dream land a lot quicker than she expected.





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Harry and Ron ran to the Headmaster’s office as soon as Potions was over; with Professor Snape’s odd behavior, they didn’t want to stick around. He had looked like he wanted to console them, like he understood what it was like to lose your best friend, to lose Hermione. That was a scary thought. They hadn’t been satisfied with how little Dumbledore had let out in the dungeons; they needed to know she was okay, that she was safe.



They stopped right in front of the gargoyle and Ron turned to Harry, “So what’s the password?”



“If I knew it, we wouldn’t be standing in front of it anymore.” Harry grumbled. “Do you think he might use Muggle candy? I mean he seems to have used all wizarding candy by now.”



Ron shrugged. “It’s worth a try.”



“Lollipops. Bubblegum. Jolly Ranchers. Gummy Bears.” The gargoyle jumped out of the way and they ran up the stairs.



“Come in.”



“I hate how he does that,” Ron mumbled.



“Hermione told me once that the gargoyle is triggered to tell him when they let someone in,” Harry reminisced.



They walked in with heavy hearts. Dumbledore was seated behind his desk stroking his beard. “How can I help you fine gentleman? This is about our Ms. Granger I presume?” They nodded. “I thought so; my explanation was not satisfactory?”



“What explanation Professor? All you had were a few riddled words with Snape…” Dumbledore interrupted Harry.



“Professor Snape.”



Harry continued on with his rant, “All I could gather was that Mo- Mione was sent back into some other time since it looked like her time turner broke. What I don’t know is what time my Mo- Mione was sent to.” Harry paused and gripped his heart.



It had been pounded a lot faster since Hermione had disappeared, but this was unbearable. He dropped to his knees before Dumbledore and Ron. Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled brightly and Ron was panicking, running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off.



“Please, calm down Mr. Weasley.”



Harry fell to the floor and they could no longer here his wheezing. Ron checked for his pulse and listened for his breath- he didn’t have either.



Ron’s eyes grew wide and he turned to Dumbledore in shock, “He’s dead.” Tears glistened at the edge of his eyes as he thought of his two best friends, one lost in time and the other dead to the world. He felt so alone. Ron sat on the floor sitting by Harry’s dead body while it was supposed to cool.



Ron’s heart sped up, “Sir why isn’t Harry’s body cooling yet? He’s been dead for over an hour.”



Dumbledore looked to the time and it had almost been an hour and a half. Five seconds to go, he held up his fingers to imitate the second hand. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Ron looked at Dumbledore expectantly, when Harry’s body began to convulse.



Harry shook on the floor, his back arching and a look of deep pain crossed his face. In Harry’s mind, there were many blank images that made of his memory; so far it hadn’t been written yet. One image flew through his mind, Hermione and his dad. His dad was by Hermione; she was sitting in the Hogwart’s hospital wing. James was blushing and grinning stupidly down at Hermione.



Harry’s eyes flew open, locking onto Professor Dumbledore, his eyes taking on Hermione’s famous glare. It shocked Ron and he fell swiftly to the ground.



“Is she my mother?”



Dumbledore nodded, “We, the professors that knew her back than, just realized when we saw her the first day. She looked exactly like she did than.”



“So her name is Mya Granger, soon to be Potter. How come we see no changes in this time?” Harry asked confusion lighting up his eyes. Right before Dumbledore started to speak, Ron regained consciousness.



“The minute Hermione fell through time she created an alternate universe, in that universe the changes she brought on are coming to play as we speak. The reason you died for a bit of time is that your old self is dead; you are no longer James Potter and Lily Evans child. You are the child of James Potter and Hermione Granger.” Dumbledore answered Harry’s unanswered question.



Ron fainted dead away once again and Harry’s smile grew “You remember her back than, do I have a mother? I mean I know I have a mother; but is she with me? Does she take care of me?”



“That is for Hermione to decide, she has a rough time in the past. So she will either have to choose to take you to the present time or she will return alone. It will be a difficult choice for her to make. Either way she can\'t stay there, or she wont exist."



Harry nodded soberly, he didn’t know what choice he wanted her to make: to be the mother he never knew, but no longer be friends with Ron and Neville or be his best friend and learn that she’s his mother. Can I handle either choice? She saves me from life with the Dursley’s, but is it worth it?