the_debt_of_time

"Oh, I didn't even realise." She knew that she would be returning to Hogwarts and
that her wand was left behind in 1998, but Hermione had forgotten that she would need
to get a new one if she planned on attending Hogwarts again.
"What? Think you can do magic without a wand?"
Hermione chuckled again, knowing that she could, in fact, do just that. Unlike older
and more powerful witches and wizards like Professor McGonagall, Sirius, and Remus,
Hermione could only do such magic under great stress, but she had been getting better
with Sirius's tutelage.
"Do you ever shut up?" she asked James.
"Very rarely," he answered, clearly unoffended by her jab. "Get up. Mum sent me
in to tell you breakfast is ready." He bounded from the side of the bed and headed toward
the door.
Hermione smiled. "Good, I'm starving."
He stopped in his tracks, his hand on the doorknob. "Oh hey, since you're going to
be my little sister and all, I think there's something really important I should know."
"What's that?"
"What's your name?"
"You don't even know my name? Your parents didn't tell you my name?" Hermione
asked in disbelief. "Your parents told you that you have a brand new sister, and you wake
her up, jump on her bed, pull her hair, and you don't even know her name?" What was
wrong with him? Did he have even one suspicious bone in his naive, scrawny body?
"They might have mentioned it. I heard sister and twin, but then Tilly showed up
with breakfast.. ." he explained, scratching his head.
"Hermione."
He raised a brow. "What?"
She smiled sweetly. "My name is Hermione."
"That sounds fake."
Her mouth fell open. "It is not fake!"
"That doesn't sound like a real word."
Hermione scowled at him. "It's not a word, it's my name."
"It's a mouthful, is what it is," he said, chortling. "I'm gonna call you Mia."