Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Hermione was knitting elf hats. It was already past twelve, but she wanted to free as many house-elves as possible. Proudly, she thought about how much better she was getting: even Ron had stopped joking that the hats looked like woolly bladders.
Suddenly, the room seemed to blink before her eyes. Deciding that she was just sleepy and tired after watching Fred and George's loud, messy, and annoying demonstrations of skiving snackboxes all evening, Hermione carefully disguised the hats by covering them with bits of trash that students (who didn't understand how hard house-elves worked cleaning it up) always left at the end of the day. After placing a bright purple candy-wrapper (which Hermione believed used to belong to a puking pastille) on one of the hats as a finishing touch, Hermione started to climb the stairs to the dormitories, when the room began spinning very fast, and dissolved in a whirl of color.
Hermione felt as if she was flying backward. Her ears were pounding. She tried to scream, but was unable. She recognized the sensation from when she used the time-turner, but she must have gotten unused to it.
Abruptly, the spinning stopped. Hermione lost her balance and fell to the ground, landing on something very cold and wet. Very dizzy, she tried getting up but fell back again.
"What...
"Can't apparate... Hogwarts
The voices came as though from a great distance. Confused, Hermione opened her eyes. What was she lying on? Snow? Was she outside? But she was supposed to be in the common room. Had she time traveled? She didn't have a time turner, and a time turner is the only way to time travel, besides a time-reversal charm, which is even more dangerous...
"But how- someone started to say but another voice interupted him- "Why don't we ask her?"
She felt someone poke her, hard. Managing to crawl to her knees, Hermione saw someone with messy black hair and glasses. "Harry?" she slurred, still dizzy, "Tha- that you? Wuzgoinon?". Vaguely, she thought she sounded like Ron when his was mouth full.
"Huh?", questioned Harry, "what'd she ask?" he said turning to his companion, who drawled that he did not understand Gobbledegook, and therefore did not know.
Hermione suddenly started to panic, what if she had gone back in time? She mustn't be seen! What if ran into herself! What if Harry saw two of her! That was very dangerous. Leaping up, Hermione looked at Harry, who jumped back in surprise- but it wasn't Harry.
He was Harry's height, very skinny, and his hair stuck up in the back just like Harry's did, but something was off. His eyes were hazel, some features were decidedly different, and he even stood in a different way. The boy standing next to him was very good looking, with a somewhat arrogant face and long black hair falling elegantly into his eyes. He looked remarkably like Sirius Black.
Hermione concluded that she was dreaming.