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a/n: hey everybody….plz R&R. this is my first attempt at fanfiction ever so constructive criticism and ideas are really, really wanted!
Hermione Granger hurriedly drew a brush through her frizzy brown hair, wrestling with the ever present knots. She quickly pulled her hair into a half-pony and muttered a charm to keep the hairs from escaping. Hermione glanced in the mirror and studied her serious brown eyes. Exhaling noisily she made yet another promise to herself to attend one of Lavender Brown's and Parvati Patil's infamous Friday Night Makeover Party. She grabbed her bag and ran out of her head girl's room and through the crimson and gold common room of Gryffindor tower. Leaving through the portrait of the Fat Lady, Hermione dashed through the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. When Hermione reached Professor McGonagall's classroom she took her seat and caught her breath.
A poke to her back made her turn around and face her two best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Harry, a.k.a the Boy Who Lived, had messy black hair and sparkling green eyes. Ron was one of 7 children in the Weasley family, all of whom had fiery red hair. "Why are you so late Hermione? You're always the first to class, but today you're almost the last student to arrive." Harry asked. "I slept late, that's all…" at that moment Professor McGonagall called the class to order, sparing Hermione having to further explain herself. The last thing she wanted was for Harry and Ron to find out that she, Hermione Granger, bookworm and know-it-all, had forgotten to finish her homework the night before and had to skip breakfast to complete it.
The day flew by fast, and before Hermione knew it, lunch was over and she had to go to more afternoon classes. Hermione sighed as she yet again sat in on another aggravating lesson taught by none other than her favourite teacher Professor Snape. Snape enjoyed tormenting his students; especially a round faced boy named Neville. Around the school Snape was commonly known as the greasy git, named for his attitude and his ever greasy black hair that went along with his black attire. Hermione was yet again stuck in potions for the last class of the day. For a few minutes Hermione let her mind wander away from her simmering potion and more towards the current snow storm outside. As she idly glanced at the clock she was rudely jarred out of her reverie by a loud voice saying "five points from Gryffindor, Ms. Granger! I would think that by now, even one as mindless as a Gryffindor, would realise that your potion is to simmer, not boil."
Hermione failed to turn the heat under the potion down fast enough and unfortunately was rewarded by her potion turning an angry red instead of the clear blue it was just minutes before. She slowly dragged her eyes away from her potion, only to look up into the scornful eyes of Snape. As Snape turned away he sneered and added "I'll be expecting you to report to me after dinner for detention"
Hermione glanced at Harry and Ron to see if they had noticed Snape's latest attack. Hermione heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that neither had noticed the charming conversation that had passed between her and Snape. The bell rang as students were finishing handing in their bottled potions, but none even so much as glanced towards the door. With one last sneer Snape dismissed the class and was greeted with silence as the students vacated his class as quickly and quietly as possible.
Hermione, Ron, and Harry, also known as the dream team, meandered their way back to Gryffindor tower to get in a game of exploding snap before they had to leave to attend dinner in the great hall. If Harry or Ron noticed Hermione's unusually subdued behaviour during dinner they didn't comment. Hermione excused herself early and left for the common room to see if she could squeeze in some homework before she had to leave for her detention. Taking out a roll of parchment Hermione tried to start on her essay for her DADAs class. 15 minutes later Hermione leaned back in her chair and shoved the paper into her bag. As she stared out the window her hand strayed to a small silver chain she wore about her neck. Picking up her time turner she studied it closer thinking, for not the first time, what a useful invention it really was. She had yet again acquired the time turner in favour to take all the classes she wanted.
Glancing at her watch she realised she was now officially late for her detention. As she was running down the stairs to the dungeons it occurred to her to use her time turner. Slowing down Hermione grabbed her time turner and gave it a quarter turn. As she was concentrating on the time turner, she missed a step and went tumbling down the stairs, landing with a dull thud just around the corner from Snape's classroom. When Hermione stood up the world spun for a moment before righting itself in her vision. Her hand immediately went to around her neck to feel for the familiar lump that was the time turner.
"Oh no!" Hermione groaned when she found that her time turner was gone. "Oh, this is great, just great!" she said to herself "now I'm really going to be late for detention." Searching the stairs Hermione finally found her time turner, but to her alarm it was shattered and all the sand in the time turner had leaked onto the stairs. She reached into her pocket and was comforted to see that her wand was whole. Hermione transfigured a ring from her finger into a small bottle and used a sweeping charm to transfer the sand and glass into the bottle. Closing the bottle she sat down and put her head into her hands. Hermione felt her head for bumps and discovered one the size of a quarter on the back of her head. When she brought her hand away she saw blood on the end of one finger.
"I guess I'd better get to Madam Pomfrey" As Hermione got up to go back upstairs she saw four boys appear around the corner. They stopped and stared at her just as surprised as she was. All the sudden she felt faint and started to sway, just as Hermione was about the collapse one of the boys strode forward and caught her. Hermione looked up into her saviours face and confusion clouded her eyes. Hermione managed to whisper "Professor Lupin? What are you doing here?" before she passed out in Remus Lupin's arms.
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I would like to express my appreciation to Atiannala for giving me some very useful tips!