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thatravenpuffgirl · 1 year

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Hermione Granger x Fred Weasley headcanons I adore Part 1

Fred and George's first interaction with Hermione was as early as the train ride to Hogwarts in 1991, just as Hermione was starting her first year

Hermione had been helping Neville find his toad, Trevor, and had been asking people in the carriages about him

She'd then walked into a carriage Fred was in alone, with George having gone off to be with Angela Johnson and their mate Lee Jordan scaring students with something he had in a box

And as soon as she stepped into the carriage and introduced herself, Fred had been intrigued by her

Not just because she was admittedly quite nice looking - even for an 11-year-old- but also cause Hermione had been able to tell the twins apart immediately

And Hermione had found her being a bit sassier than usual, which Fred loved, and they had talked for a little bit

But then of course George had to come back. "Oi brother, are you really recruiting my replacement already? I was only gone for like half an hour" George also definitely noticed that his twin like this wide-eyed brunette girl

Fred was annoyed at George's interruption but tried to hide it, especially once Hermione left the carriage a few minutes later

They ran into her later though, when the train had arrived at Hogsmeade Station, and Fred had comforted her a little cause she'd been worried about which house she'd get into

And then again later at the Great Hall, Fred had clapped quite loudly when Hermione had been sorted into Gryffindor and his grin got even wider when she sat only a few seats away from him.

Fred would have definitely loved to become friends with her, but then he saw how she had grown closer to her younger brother and Harry Potter, and his insecurities got in the way, so they didn't really talk about that, although Fred obviously heard about her adventures in her 1st and 2nd year of school, and always noticed her in the halls and in the Common room

Then, a few years later the twins started to spend more time with Hermione during third year while Ron was mad at her, thinking Crookshanks had eaten Scrabbers.

They were also the conspirators of a string of pranks to teach their little brother a lesson, both hating that he made Hermione so upset over some silly thing

Hermione was obviously mortified, whacking them both on the shoulders when she find out

But she was also secretly grateful and impressed with their cleverness, which she would never admit

Fred teased Hermione for weeks after finding out about her obsession with muggle music of the time, such as ABBA, Elvis Presley, The Beatles, and the rolling stones, amongst others, after finding her secreting listening to them one night in the Gryffindor dorm.

But, Fred secretly fell in love with muggle music and the muggle world after that, and frequently asked for song recommendations, and for her stories about the muggle world, even laughing when Hermione told him the story of a boy biting her father during a dentist appointment, which meant her father had to get ten stitches, although George and Ron and most of their friends didn't know what she was going on about

But, after that, they became even more close, with Hermione showing Fred her secret hobbies and insecurities, and Fred did the same.

Hermione told Fred that when she went to muggle school, she wasn't a good student and struggled with all her classes, and she'd get picked on because of it. But when she got her letter to Hogwarts, she thought it was a second chance, so she worked hard to read all the books and memorise as much as possible about the Wizarding World so it would seem like she was a good student, and she'd always worked so hard to keep her grades practically perfect so she wouldn't feel stupid again

Fred told Hermione that although he and George were quite popular because of their pranks, he's often felt insecure about how other students perceived him, sometimes wishing they'd be taken more seriously, as clever and ambitious teens following their ambitions, not just the class clowns and pranksters of the school.

Hermione also shared that she had a secret love for playing the piano. She'd practised in the Room of the Requirement (which she'd known about for ages) secretly, even letting him come into the room of requirement to watch her play a few times and also helped him learn a few piano notes, and Fred had admired her greatly for her talent

Hermione would hang out with Fred and George quite a lot, even after she'd made amends with Harry and Ron

They'd given her nicknames such as Mia, Mi and Mione and Granger

Hermione was still one of the few people who could actually tell them apart

The twins would often share their plans for future pranks, and Hermione wouldn't tell on them, because she did actually enjoy watching how excited they'd get as the two would explain their next big plan to her, and she'd even add in her own suggestions sometimes

Fred had taken to making sure that Hermione was okay after she told him she was using a time turner to take so many classes

He'd make sure that she was eating and drinking enough, but bring her snacks and hot chocolate anyway, just in case

He seemed to be the only one to notice how Hermione would disappear suddenly after being someplace only a minute ago.

Fred always kept an eye on Hermione, helping her in the mornings by putting up her hair and doing other little things for her, and other than herself, he was the only one that could tame her usually bushy hair into a ponytail

She'd also given him a copy of her timetable, so whenever he knew they both didn't have classes he'd go and check on her

He'd even managed to convince George to help him study with Hermione so she wouldn't have to stay up so late, and he'd stop Hermione as soon as she'd tried to argue against their assistance

Hermione, in turn, attended every one of their Quidditch practices and matches to support them (and Harry! Of course, mainly to support Harry, definitely) even though Fred insisted that wasn't necessary, knowing she was under a lot of stress anyway, but Hermione was just as stubborn and insisted upon it

Goerge teased his brother about his sudden obsession with a certain brown hair and brown-eyed girl, but Fred shrugged it off every time, saying he was only helping and caring for her

But then one day in Potions class, when he was studying the potion Amortenia, Fred smelt leather-bound books, roses, and the odd smell of Crookshanks, instantly knowing it was the scent of Hermione

He was so embarrassed and didn't tell anyone, not even George

Even though George had already known about Fred's affection for Hermione for years even if Fred himself didn't realise it.

But after that, Fred definitely saw Hermione in a different light, realising that he'd always sort of cared for Granger in a certain way

And Fred had obviously been very worried after he heard about what had happened to the trio at the Whooping Willow

Hermione would roll her eyes at his concerns but also secretly found it sweet

They hadn't spent too much time on the train ride back home at the end of the year, but the twins did give Hermione their farewells, and Fred was relieved that Hermione was dropping some of her classes and giving up her Time Turner next year

And Fred had actually been the one to invite Hermione over to the burrow and to the Quidditch World Cup that summer, after remembering she once told him she enjoyed camping, and her parents had taken her on annual trips before she went to Hogwarts

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Thanks for reading these Fred and Hermione headcanons, Part 2 will be coming soon!

Also disclaimer: I do not own the harry potter characters mentioned in this post, however, all these headcanons are my own, and I did change/add a few things to the characters of Fred and Hermione that aren't canon, but again these are all my own thoughts

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cibguts · 7 months

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Finished YCH for Scrabber!

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badbatch-forever · 1 year

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River

Hello!I am new to Tumblr, and this is my first bad batch fan fic- some words may be misspelled (my grammar is trash) and I will lot of not be reading any messages or comments (if you can even do that idk)

Explanation: Okay so I've read a lot bad batch x FEM readers, but I just thought it may be interesting to do a fan fic where like Hunter may be gay or something.I know I KNOW maybe I have gone to far, but I'm just seeing where it goes.

Summary: Hunter and the batch are on kamino along with River, a male Jedi, who has very long nasty scar going across his blind eye (similar to wrecker but not on his head) and River basically gets bullied by the clones all of the time because of his stutter and shy personality and the fact that he isn't a Padawan but doesn't have a lightsaber. Everyone believes he is weak, especially Crosshair, though went it comes down to it, he along with the batch always protect him since he will never protect himself. Guilt always fallows.

It's early in the morning when the batch head down to the food court to eat breakfast. River sits on the end of the table next to hunter,next to hunter, is tech, and on the other side of the table, is Echo, Wrecker, and Crosshair. River eats his food quietly, his hair, long on one side, covering his nasty scar. As hunter places his tray next to River, regs walk by and one elbows River in the head and chuckles.

"well look at that, the pathetic Jedi thinks he belongs somewhere!"

River didn't dare look up, he continued to eat his food.

"I think he is ignoring you." One of the clones said.

"Hey!" The reg said raising his voice and punching him the back.Hunter shoved him back.

"Unless you have a death wish, I suggest you keep moving!" He said in a dry intimidating voice.The clone scoffed.

"know your place lab scrabber!" Then he turned away. Hunter touched River's shoulder and gave him a soft smile. River didn't return it. Wrecker then through a tray at the reg, starting the food fight.

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Back at the baracks.

River was visibly upset about what happened to Echo. Even so, Hunter didn't need to see him cry to know when he was upset. River already had silent tears rushing down his face as he went into his panic corner. River burried himself in clanker scraps the Wrecker saved, and piled them on top of himself,becoming almost invisible.

Hunter entered shortly after, by himself, looking around for second before noticing the pile of a parts in the corner of the room. Hunter stepped over the mess and removed the clanker pieces from Rivers body.

"River, the fight wasn't your fault, and Echo's fine." He stated.

River burried his face in his knees, sobbing barley above a whisper.

"I-i'm s-s-sorry..." He said quietly.

Hunter rubbed his back gently.

"I don't see the problem, I mean, why are you feeling so guilty? You did nothing wrong!" Hunter finally said.

River started blasting out crying, right there, sobbing loudly and uncontrollably into his hands. Hunter wasn't a big fan of physical touch, so he was reluctant,but ended up pulling him into his chest and shielding him in his arms as he cried a storm.Finally, River calmed down enough to where he was just crying silent tears.

"River, look at me." Hunter said in a calm voice.

Hunter kissed him softly on his forehead, then moved his long hair off of his scar.

"D-d-dont d-do that! I l-l-look hideous!" River exclaimed.

"No you are not. In my eyes, everything about you is beautiful."Hunter said.

River blushed and cover his scarred face with one hand.

"Y-you really s-s-shouldn't worry about m-me so-so m-much." River said quietly.

"I loves worrying about you River. My life would be so much different without you." Hunter said passionately." Yeah, i-i bet a whole l-lot easier." River mumbled.

"A whole lot sadder!" Hunter chuckled.

"Ain't that the truth!" Crosshair scoffed.

"W-WHEN DID Y-YOU GET H-HERE?!" River exclaimed. "I T-THOUGHT YOU W-WERE SPARRING!!"

Crosshair scoffed.

"oh please, I'd never miss a chance to witness the juicy details between a stuttering Jedi and my searge!" He said rudely.

"Shut the hell up Crosshair!" Hunter yelled standing up.

The bad walked in and saw River in his corner. Wrecker lifted him off the ground and hugged him tightly without saying anything.

"Be careful Wrecker, or else Hunter might get jealous and stab you in your sleep!" Crosshair snarked.

Everyone basically ignore his comment. Hunter cuddled up with River on the floor, Echo sat down next to them, and Tech threw a blanket over them. After a while, Wrecker had grabbed all of them and squeezed them into a big bad batch sandwich. Even Crosshair joined eventually.

Before drifting to sleep, Hunter asked River in a whisper, "So, care to tell me why you were really upset?"

Fazed by his question River answered shyly. " I just- g-get bullied a-a lot. It c-c-can be frustrating."

"Don't worry, as long as I'm around, everything will be okay." Hunter said, snaking his arms around him.

River relaxing on top of his friends, and for once in a while, he felt good.

River was fine.

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shewolfkami · 2 years

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Belong by Kami Wolf

Prologue

She comes back to her senses slowly, like waking up from a pleasing dream a Sunday morning. The first thing she notices is the numbness of her body; nothing new after reading all night in the uncomfortable chairs from the common room. Even if the twins designed a special sofa for her as a birthday present, she tends to get so engrossed in a book that none of her muscle move in hours, and that costs her greatly the next morning.

Using the time-turner almost four times a day doesn’t help too much either to the soreness of her body. She started this year with 13 years old, and now she is finishing it with almost 16. She was warned about the repercussions of using the time-turner that much; but with all the classes, and so little time to attend and study and eat and sleep and cry; it was necessary.

She doesn’t remember too much about last night, probably passed out in an abandon classroom near the dungeons by the smell of it. Opening her eyes is a difficult task, and a burning pain is stabbing her in the stomach. When was the last time she ate something? When was the last time she slept at all? When was the last time she showered? Merlin, she really hopes the smell isn’t coming from her.

Branches with bushy leaves welcome her to the real world. Wait. The Forbidden Forest?

And like a whiplash all the memories of the night before come crashing back to her already growing headache. Sirius Black, Buckbeak the hippogriff, the Shrieking Shack, Ron being bitten by the Grimm who turned out to be Sirius Black, Professor Lupin, Peter Pettigrew being Scrabbers, James and Lily Potter’s true traitor, Professor Snape, spells, curses and jinxes being thrown right and left, the full moon, Professor Lupin turning into a werewolf, Dumbledore hinting them to use the time-turner, Harry and herself traveling a few hours back, being chased by a werewolf, being separated from Harry so he could save Sirius, and finally that monster chasing her. The last thing she remembers is the grey fur in the back of the monster that just bit her.

Shite.

Okay, so the pain in her stomach is the bite from a Werewolf. She is a hundred percent certain it wasn’t Professor Lupin; she saw perfectly clear his form when he turned in front of her eyes last night. The sun is just rising; she hopes Harry was able to free Sirius and go back to the infirmary. She will probably stay right here until someone finds her; she can barely move a muscle from her body. If she doesn’t die from blood lost first. She is so stupid, believing she could outrun a bloody Werewolf in the unknown woods at night; although, if that helped Harry to accomplish his goal and save his godfather, then she is happy. Even if that means she will be a werewolf for the rest of her life.

“Fuck...” her parents would not believe her; they barely believe she is a freaking witch. They don’t even know she was petrified last year; now she will turn into a monster every full moon. No, wait, no. She is not a monster, just like she believes Professor Lupin is not a monster either. The one with the grey furry back; however, she isn’t so sure.

Seeing the sun is in its full force now, it is obvious no one is looking for her. Just great, what a pair of best friends she has. Her hand softly touches her wound at the left side of her abdomen; she can’t help but cringe at the wet feeling in her fingertips of her own blood. Disgusting. Prodding a little more, she feels exactly where the fangs of the werewolf sank. More disgusting. With all the power left on her body, she slowly and painfully sits on the wet ground. Her pink hoodie is torn apart, her jeans are half dirt half blood, and she lost both shoes in the persecution last night. Bloody fucking hell. This is going to be a painful walk back to the castle.

Removing the hoodie is a pain on its own, tying it up around her abdomen is another. She is not sure how hasn’t pass out yet. A cold feeling in the middle of her chest distracts her from the pain to see her time-turner. Her broken time-turner. For fuck’s sake. Professor McGonagall is going to be mad, maybe her recent attack would free her form punishment; she is not sure the Ministry will be so forgiving, though.

The walk back to the castle is like torture to her body; limping while her arm clutches her middle trying to keep her organs at bay. How is it possible that no one is looking out for her? What are Harry and Ron doing? They really think she is sleeping peacefully in her bedroom? Those two morons will see when she reaches the infirmary. Damn it.

“My dear, what happened to you?” Professor Dumbledore’s voice startles her so much that she falls to the dirty ground roughly.

“P-professor-shit. Sorry. Ouch.” When she is unable to stand again, she just rolls to her back to see the old man with bright robes standing next to her with a curious look in his blue eyes. “I was bitten last night.” She tries to explain almost wheezing with cold sweat accumulating in her forehead.

“By a werewolf” he stats cautiously kneeling next to her. He waves his wand with a diagnosis spell. A peculiar look in the headmaster’s eyes alarms her immediately.

“Sir, it wasn’t Remus Lupin. I swear.” She whispers with all the strength she has left. “The werewolf that attacked me had a grey fur in his back and shining red eyes. Much bigger than him; so, you can’t blame him for this. It wasn’t his fault.” She is mumbling inconsistences by now; her only purpose is to make perfectly clear that Professor Remus Lupin was not the one that bit her.

“Well, my dear. First of all, can you tell me your name, and how do you know young Remus Lupin?” that brings a little more of consciousness back to the brunette.

“What? It’s me, Professor Dumbledore, Hermione Granger. We spoke yesterday night. And for ‘young’ Remus Lupin, maybe for you is young, for me is our DADA professor, is he not?” Odd, but maybe Professor Dumbledore is losing his marbles already for his old age.

“Miss Granger, what year do you thing it is?” Okay, maybe he is worst than she thought. Should she call for help? Maybe Professor McGonagall would know what to do. “Indulge me, please.” He says with twinkling eyes, like he just heard what she was thinking.

“1994, of course, professor.” Without looking at the blue eyes of the headmaster she can tell something is definitely wrong. An awful feeling sinks in the mouth of her stomach, and the image of her broken time-turner flashes in her mind. “Right? Professor?”

“Oh, my dear. I'm afraid you hit your head in the attack. It's 1974.” And just like that, darkness takes her senses.

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Albus Dumbledore started his day as always, with a little walk to Hagrid's cabin for a cup of tea and a little gossip; what he didn't expected was to find a young girl bloodied and hurt walking out of the Forbidden Forest almost unconscious. What she was mumbling, though, was much more unbelievable. That is until he saw the broken time-turner hanging from the bloodied chest of the girl at the infirmary.

As usual, Madam Pomfrey doesn't ask many questions while helping the girl; but he can't help to clarify the author of Miss Granger's wound. Fenrir Greyback is a worldwide known Werewolf, and he is known by turning helpless children in the middle of a full moon. It wouldn’t do any good if a rumour spreads about the only known werewolf in Hogwarts by the personal.

“Albus?” Poppy Pomfrey stops all movement when the broken time-turner rolls out of the girl's shirt.

“It seems Miss Granger was telling the truth, Poppy dear.” Time travel, and by the looks of it, an accidental time travel of an underage girl just bitten by the terror of Britain. 20 years into the past, no less. Who in their right mind would grant such a delicate instrument to the hands of a little girl? Although, she did say he spoke with her the day before, and he surely would notice if one of his students is traveling back in time. “Do you think you can wake her up?” the disapproving look of the young matron should make him feel bad, the little girl is in no condition to wake up, even less to explain the circumstances that brought her to this time. She obviously thought she was still in 1994.

“It doesn’t matter when she comes from, Albus. I’ll let you know the moment she wakes up by her own means.” Everyone respects Albus Dumbledore a great deal, he is the most powerful wizard in all Britain; however, the only place he has no say whatsoever is the infirmary of Hogwarts. Poppy Pomfrey is a 26-year-old Hufflepuff. She is a kind soul that treats every student with care and love, even the rebel ones; and no matter how they got hurt, Poppy will treat them without prejudice. She takes care of her charges with teeth and claws, even if it’s against the Headmaster.

“That’s alright, Poppy dear. Just don’t let any student see her until I’ve spoken to her.” And with a swirl in his colourful robes, Albus leaves the infirmary to check on something quite important.

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Toffee eyes flutter open, an annoying light hits them directly making her wince. At least she isn’t in pain anymore, that’s good. Now, the white curtain surrounding her must be the ones from the infirmary; and the absence of pain must be thanks to the magical hands of Madame Pomfrey. Harry has been plenty of times lying in the same spot she is right now; there is no one else she would trust more with her health than Madame Pomfrey.

Her hand goes automatically to the only wound still in her body, remembering why exactly she is in this spot. Fenrir Greyback has bit her. The next full moon she is going to turn into a wolf, and she is completely alone.

“My dear, you’re finally awake.” The warm voice of a more younger version of Poppy Pomfrey appears in her range of vision. Her blonde hair shinning with the light from outside, making her look almost angelical surrounded by white. Her face free from the expression wrinkles are a red flag to her mind, but she can’t help the feeling of ease in the presence of the matron. “You must be feeling a little lightheaded, I gave you a painless potion meanwhile the wound heals on its own. Sadly, with an injury like that, there is no potion nor charm to fix it immediately.” Madame Pomfrey has always like to explain her methods to her patients, it creates an easy environment and her charges don’t feel so scare of the unknown. If the girl is in fact a time-traveller, she must be terrified; her duty is to sooth that mind.

“M-madam Pom-frey.” Her cracked voice makes her cringe; that only means she’s been unconscious longer than she expected. When she woke up from the petrification in second year, she sounded like an 80-year-old smoker.

“Don’t try to speak, or think too hard. You’re safe in here, nobody is going to bother you for now. I need you to rest your body and mind; at this moment they are going through changes that will take all your energy. You need to get use to your new senses, and it’s going to take some time for you to feel comfortable enough with your own body again.” Clinical and direct to the point; Hermione has always enjoy talking to the matron with her no-nonsense attitude. It puts her mind at ease to be in such capable hands. So, her toffee eyes succumb to darkness one more time.

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‘This is bad’ is the only thought running in the white head of Albus Dumbledore. It’s been 2 weeks since the arrival of the young time-traveller and the repercussions are glaring at him loud and clear in the office of Unspeakable Veronica Hughes, Head of the Time Department.

“Two weeks, Dumbledore. Two weeks this anomaly has been existing in this plane, in your plane, and you didn’t have the brain cells to report it to this department.” He might be the most powerful wizard of all times; however, that means literally nothing to someone like Veronica.

“My dear Veronica, she is a person, not an anomaly as you say. An underage girl lost in the past.” He tries to explain, but the burning rage in the turquoise eyes of the woman in front of him just sends a shiver down his spine.

“Don’t patronise me, Dumbledore. You might be the Headmaster of Hogwarts and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot; however, that doesn’t give you any power to go above the law. Any disturbance in the current timeline or misuse of a time-turner it has to be notify to my department immediately.” Before Albus could even think in opening his mouth, Veronica continues talking. “You have no idea the chaos that has been happening in my department these last two weeks, and just because you decided it was more important for you to learn the facts first. The anomaly, because that’s what it is, has destroyed the Linear Room the exact moment it appeared in our world.”

“The Linear Room has been destroyed? That’s impossible, the Linen of Time is in there!” the dark woman gives him a look almost saying ‘you don’t think I know that already, you buffoon’.

“Burned to ashes in the explosion. We’re still trying to access the room from outside. Thanks Merlin and Circe there was no one inside, they would have burned with the Linen too.” She stands from the leather chair and guide the Professor down the hall. The Time Department is unknown to most of the wizards and witches working in the Ministry. Only the most proficient Unspeakable work under Veronica Hughes, the Head for the last 80 years. “Tell me everything about the anomaly; even though I’ll go myself the moment we access the room to see if it’s necessary to erased it or not.”

“Veronica, she is a 14-year-old girl at most. The girl suffered a traumatic experience, and been sleeping since she arrived. It’s almost impossible for her to create such a disturbance in the Linear Room just from appearing here.” He is an intelligent man, and he is proud of that. The Linear Room and the Linen of Time has always interested him a little too much; that’s why he is acquaintance with Veronica. If he weren’t the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus would have definitely be an Unspeakable working there.

“I don’t care if its a bloody baby. This anomaly must be fix before it destroys much more than the Linen.” She has seen plenty of anomalies during her time as Head of Department, but nothing as disastrous as this one. The Linen has never been destroyed this catastrophically before. Cut, yes, wrinkled in some corners, of course, but never burned down to ashes. “What do you mean the anomaly suffered a traumatic experience?” Every detail is important.

“She was bitten by Fenrir Greyback in her time. The girl was wearing a time-turner the same time; maybe a spell went awry, or Greyback broke it in the attack. It’s not clear how it happened. As I told you, she’s been sleeping since she arrived.”

“A bloody time-traveller werewolf. What kind of sick joke is this.” Veronica mumbles, finally arriving to the Linear Room where 8 of her bests have been working almost every hour for the last 2 weeks trying to enter. “Talk to me, Unspeakable Lewis.”

“We could finally break the third layer of magical cord surrounding the room; although, there’s still a signature modifying the last one. This is beyond our knowledge, Boss.” To admit there is nothing else for them to do it’s a hit to their pride. They’re suppose to be the best of the best, yet this anomaly had turn their lives into a true mess.

“You’ve done it splendidly, all of you. I can continue from here. Thank you all for your great work, go to rest and we’ll see each other in three days.” She can feel it, and she is sure Dumbledore can feel it too. They’ve spent plenty of time in the past inside that room with the Linen of Time, they know exactly what is going on right now.

“How is this possible, Veronica?” Dumbledore whispers next to her while the others vacant the hall exhausted.

“I have no clue. I’ve never read something like this happening in the past. There is no record in history referring to this in any book or archive; it has never occurred before.” Slowly, and almost too carefully, Hughes starts moving her wand and free hand in front of the burned door while mumbling to herself some kind of spell Dumbledore can’t decipher. Like a braid being undone, cords of magic start unravelling in front of their eyes in slow-motion. If they pay enough attention, it was possible to see snaps of images flashing almost too quickly for the untrained eye. Not theirs, of course. Although non of those images make any sense for now. The professor waits patiently a few steps back, his wand ready in case Veronica needs any help. He can feel the raw power of Time being turn from inside of the room; while most of the time they’ve been inside, the magic felt calm and soothing, right now it’s like a chaotic tornado.

With her dark face shinning with sweat, Veronica ends every charm forcefully snapping her fingers. Every noise and light of magic disappear abruptly as if never had happened in the first place; even the door turned back how it was before, without burned corners and broken splinters. Dumbledore supports Hughes weight when she starts swaying; she is a powerful witch, but this ordeal took more magic from her than she expected.

“Do you need to rest before going in?” he asks kindly, it wouldn’t do any good if she passes out from exhaustion.

“No, thank you. Let’s get this over with.” Another swing of her wand and the door opens slowly, almost daunting with a squeaking sound; a faint light glows among the darkness of the room. “Because this isn’t shady enough.” Veronica musters letting Dumbledore go. She approaches the room with her wand ready, just in case something happens again. A quiet ‘lumos’ illuminates the room and they can finally see what they already suspected. “For the mercy of all Gods above.”

A new and silver Linen of Time is knitting itself before their eyes. Slow movements of blindly white cords dancing around the floating object, merging each other in careful patterns creating a quite long cloth that was accumulating in the floor with each passed second. Warily eyeing the blanket, Veronica swishes her wand to accommodate such mess. The Linen of Time floats around, turning and folding itself to be put in an intricate hanger where it is possible to see the full extend of the magical object. Both adults can see exactly where the old Linen and the new one merged.

“It’s...this is impossible.” Dumbledore whispers almost too quietly. In front of their eyes, a golden Linen knot itself with the new silver one, making it look like a blurring mix of both colours.

“The anomaly,” mumbles Hughes, “it changed the timeline.”

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139123 · 1 year

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Chapter 8- Patriots of Yalangov

“You said you had associates,” said Goy. “I assumed by that you meant more than one.”

Ki glanced at Sir Muir, who was smiling like an idiot. It occurred to Ki that this was the only form of smiling Sir Muir was capable of. It further occurred to Ki that you could add the prefix “like an idiot” to almost everything Sir Muir did and accurately describe his actions.

“Yes…well…” Ki began “It seems everyone is indisposed. We’ll make do with what we’ve got.” Shogun and Shan-Zu had both departed on their absurd Golta chase and Chen-Chen had gone who knows where. Ki had never considered Tsung-Dao particularly unreliable, but the ability of scrabbers to disappoint should never be underestimated. Goy, on the other hand, had brought several people with him, three Nymus and a Panvos. They were in a side room of Goy’s official residence, dimly lit and a little too small for the number of people gathered within.

“This is Representative Ret-Far-Sis” Goy gestured to a tall Nymus woman “she is an ally of mine within the City Forum.” Ret-Far-Sis made a series of strange gestures to the Panvos woman beside her, who was dressed in Nymus style clothing and seemed deferential in her manner towards her.

“It is an honour to make your acquaintance, Ki” said the Panvos woman, still exchanging gestures with Ret-Far-Sis.

“Hold up…” said Sir Muir “Which one is Ret-Far-whatsit? Who are we talking to?”

“The Representative is afflicted with a lack of hearing,” Explained Goy, “She speaks via her servant girl. It is a cruel trick of the gods that she finds Nymus hard to communicate with but her excellent Nymus eyesight allows her to read the disgusting lip motions of scrabbers easily.” Goy paused and looked at Sir Muir “No offence.”

“Huh? What’s that?” Sir Muir had become slightly lost in the complexity of what he had just been told. ”I had thought Goy was exaggerating the threat” the servant girl conveyed from her mistress “But after this shocking attack on the Temple of Lungoss, and the murder of priests, I cannot stand by any longer.” ”What has the Advocate done?” said Ki “I’m assuming she isn’t ignoring a pile of murdered priests!” There was a pause as the servant girl communicated with the Representative. ”You would be truly shocked," said the servant finally “at the ability of Advocate Hey-Lep-Tok to ignore truths that are difficult. She has declared it a group of thieves who were slain and so no further action is to be taken.”

“You’re kidding” said Ki in disbelief “People don’t seriously accept that?”

“The people do not” said a tall, powerfully built Nymus man, dressed in the ornate armour of the sacred Nylana Guard. “This outrage has stoked a fire in them.”

“This is Captain Ban,” said Goy “he has many friends among the city’s armies.”

“And I can assure you” said Ban “none are more angered than they are. We will have a great deal of support from the military.”

“Excuse me,” A Nymus woman stepped forward to speak. She had bright red feathers and a large curved beak that set her apart as a priestess of Yalang “I am Sul-Gee-Von, I speak for the Temple of Yalang and I would just like to ask…Why, Assassin, have you brought this Darsai to our meeting? He seems to be drunk, I’m not sure he’s listening to anything we are talking about and frankly the smell is off-putting. What possible business does he have here?”

“Look this is going to sound crazy,” said Ki “But this isn’t just some random scrabber. This is Sir Muir. Yes all those criticisms you just made are probably true….but believe me, when this gets bad, you’re going to be glad I brought him along.” “Thank you, Ki!” said Sir Muir cheerfully “and you are a worthy brother in arms despite your underhanded back-stabbing treacherous beak ways.” Everyone else present looked at each other with frowns.

“Alright, but just try to ignore him when he talks,” said Ki, apologetically “But you’ll see what I mean about him later. He’s useful.”

“Fine,” said Goy “bring whatever friends you want. I don’t care. What matters is that the marriage between Lisk and Yet-Lin-No is going ahead in three days.” “You’re sure?” said Ki.

“The Zadakine speak freely when they think no one can hear” The Panvos servant translated “But I was able to see their faces and read their lips as they instructed Lisk at the back of the forum chamber. They fear a backlash so wish to cement their power while they can.”

“Hold up, hold up,” said Sir Muir, suddenly becoming interested in what was being said “Are you saying a princess is being held prisoner and forced to marry an evil fiend as part of an evil plot to take over the kingdom?” “Princess?” said Goy raising an eyebrow.

“We aren’t a kingdom!” said Sul-Gee-Von irritably “You witless…” “Yes, Sir Muir!” said Ki suddenly “That’s exactly what this is. And what we need is a knight brave enough to complete the rescue.” Sir Muir gave a knowing nod.

“Tell me where she is. Thane will see this done.”

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