The Cruel Ironies Of Time
A/N: To save myself a headache or two, I'm not staying very true to the customs of the late 19th century. You understand, right? Oh hell, you and I both know you don't care!
Hermione Granger was very proud of herself indeed.
No one took on workloads that were nearly as massive or challenging as she did, and she knew it. Not only that, but her marks were higher than nearly any in the school. Yes, even though she was running herself ragged, she often found it worth it just so that she could hold her chin up high in the hallways, proud of all that she managed to accomplish on a daily basis.
One particularly cold Monday on the 5th of January, Hermione had just completed a rather difficult transfiguration class. She had been the only one out of both the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw 6th years to transfigure her iguana into a fully mountable winged horse. Professor McGonagall had whispered a warm "congratulations" to her as she packed her bag and left the classroom. Feeling quite overconfident, she absent-mindedly reached into her shirt collar to pull out her time turner, so that she could take her Arithmancy class. She found that it had snagged on the inside of her buttoned blouse and, when she tugged on it rather roughly, the hourglass flew from its hiding place. It spun several times in midair and broke from its golden chain link. Just barely before it hit the ground, Hermione reached out and grabbed it tightly, breaking in it two with her fist. At that split second, she felt a backwards rush as she sped through the vaguely familiar time turner portal. She had never been in it for that long, seeing as she was normally only going back in time by one hour. The golden sand flew about her, getting in her eyes and mouth. Just when she thought she would get sick from the speedy joy ride she landed, hard, in the hallways of Hogwarts.
A/N: To save myself a headache or two, I'm not staying very true to the customs of the late 19th century. You understand, right? Oh hell, you and I both know you don't care!
Hermione Granger was very proud of herself indeed.
No one took on workloads that were nearly as massive or challenging as she did, and she knew it. Not only that, but her marks were higher than nearly any in the school. Yes, even though she was running herself ragged, she often found it worth it just so that she could hold her chin up high in the hallways, proud of all that she managed to accomplish on a daily basis.
One particularly cold Monday on the 5th of January, Hermione had just completed a rather difficult transfiguration class. She had been the only one out of both the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw 6th years to transfigure her iguana into a fully mountable winged horse. Professor McGonagall had whispered a warm "congratulations" to her as she packed her bag and left the classroom. Feeling quite overconfident, she absent-mindedly reached into her shirt collar to pull out her time turner, so that she could take her Arithmancy class. She found that it had snagged on the inside of her buttoned blouse and, when she tugged on it rather roughly, the hourglass flew from its hiding place. It spun several times in midair and broke from its golden chain link. Just barely before it hit the ground, Hermione reached out and grabbed it tightly, breaking in it two with her fist. At that split second, she felt a backwards rush as she sped through the vaguely familiar time turner portal. She had never been in it for that long, seeing as she was normally only going back in time by one hour. The golden sand flew about her, getting in her eyes and mouth. Just when she thought she would get sick from the speedy joy ride she landed, hard, in the hallways of Hogwarts.