PRE INFO: It was Hermione's seventh year at Hogwarts. The battle never happened. Voldemort never existed. Everything was peaceful and pure in the world

CHAPTER 1

Hermione excelled in all her classes. After all, she was the brightest witch of her age. She used her time turner to get to at least seven extra classes a day. The only people who knew about her secret were Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall. Hermione enjoyed working, so much so that she always volunteered for various professors after hours including Sprout, Pomfry and Snape. She was top of her class, and everyone knew it.

It was Christmas Eve, Ron and Harry had gone home to spend the holidays with their family. Hermione's parents decided to take a cruise much her dismay. She decided to stay at Hogwarts for the cold break hoping to earn extra credit. This would lead her to get an outstanding on her OWL's.

Hermione strolled up to Professor McGonagall's office to discuss her grades and evaluate where she could improve. Upon arriving, without a word, she sat down while the old witch shuffled through some papers looking for Hermione's records. That Professor really did have a keen sense of knowing what Hermione was thinking.

Professor McGonagall: Well, Ive said it before and I'll say it again, you are the brightest which of your age Hermione. Im not sure where you can improve. It is all rather impressive.

Hermione: Thank you Professor. I just need something to keep me busy these next few weeks. If my assistance is needed anywhere please let me know.

Professor McGonagall: Hagrid could use some help sorting out the hyppogriffs.

Hermione: Begging your pardon Professor, but I would much rather challenge myself then scurry about throwing dead ferrets to Buckbeak and his children. Isn't there anything else?

Professor Mcgonagall: Professor Snape had requested an assist. Preferably a first years in his house, but perhaps he would be willing to make an exception for such a bright student.

Hermione: I should go see if he is willing to accept my help. We do not have such a good history after all.

Professor McGonagall: Run along now.

Hermione: Professor….?

Professor McGonagall: Is there something wrong?

Hermione: I was just wondering, Professor Snape, he has been more shut off then usual. No lurking about in the hallways, no picking on first years. He spends all his time pent up in his study working on potions. Is there something wrong?

Professor McGonagall: Im sure I don't know what you mean. Run along now.

And with that Hermione left.