A/N: Hey! Sooo I understand that my other fic The Spawn of the Devil Himself hasn't been updated. It's currently on hiatus so I can try out a new plot (In addition the fact that I don't know how to carry the story any farther). I don't know where exactly this fic will go, it may be a Draco/Hermione or a Harry/Hermione or maybe even a Draco/Ginny. Who knows! I'm fooling around with this plot because 1. I'm doing an IOP on a certain book and I thought "hmm, what would happen if our HP gang ended up in the 1690's?! *gasp!*And 2. If anyone recognizes what happens in this particular time period, perhaps the word Puritanism brings back some memories and why this can be a VERY troublesome time for them (The story WILL take them to the colonies in the United States). If someone has already done a fic around this time period, I swear I didn't mean to plagerize and I deeply apologize! It's all the IB Program's fault I swear! Hehe :P Well anyways, tell me what you think!
OH! And btw, this first part is gruesome. Right from the get-go. Sorry! But it must happen…
CHAPTER ONE
She watched in horror as her skin slowly melted, pooling below her in a boiling mound. She knew she was screaming but yet no sound came out of her dangerously dry mouth.
Or was it the sound of cheering and hollering that drowned it out?
Moving was impossible. She felt so naked without her vine wood and dragon heartstring lifeline she always held firmly in her hand. Somehow, she just knew without looking that it was part of the great pile of kindle now roaring with bright red flames below her feet.
She tried to move her hands but felt a strange sensation in the middle of her palms. Looking slowly and stiffly to her left hand, that's when she saw it.
Her blood ran clean from her hands where they had been nailed to a wooden plank, stretched out on both sides of her sore body. Her mind numbly thought of the disgust of a certain pure-blood Slytherin, who would be greatly disappointed at the lack of dirt in her veins.
The word "Mudblood" rang ominously in her head until she gave into the searing pain, feeling her muscles begin to cook under the great flames that engulfed her raw, skinless body.
When she didn't think the ringing would die, she heard the chanting of "Burn the witch for what she's worth!" repeat as she let out an ear piercing scream.
She sat up so suddenly that her head collided with the top of her bed. She realized that she was still screaming bloody murder when she broke off into hacking coughs that wracked her dry.
Was that smoke she felt inside her sensitive lungs?
She held one hand to her now throbbing head as the other clasped tightly on her shirt, creasing it into a ball between her breasts. She slowly brought her legs up to her chest as she fought to keep her heart from jumping out of her ribcage.
She saw her blood running down and flowing into the mixture of wood and skin every time she blinked, as though imprinted on the inside of her lids.
As she slowly controlled her breathing and galloping heart rate she let the hand on her head fall to her bare legs, caressing her skin. She never knew how beautiful and what a wonderful blessing skin was to have until today. She relished it, not caring if anyone saw as she placed a small kiss on each knee.
She giggled at how childish she was being, letting night tremors affect her so horribly. She then stretched her legs out, feeling the pop in her spine as she reached her arms up to the sides of her head all the while letting out a powerful yawn.
She noticed with disdain that she had woken up late on the first day of school as she glanced quickly at the clock on the wall. She knew McGonagall would have her head if she didn't get down to Breakfast soon. She was a Prefect after all.
She ran to the shower, but then stopped so abruptly that she almost slipped and cracked her head on the counter.
Lavender really needed to control where all the water went when it wasn't encased within the shower. It was a horrible hazard, especially to panic-ridden people like her.
She stared at the shower knob. She wanted a hot shower so badly to loosen her tight muscles, but she couldn't forget that bloody dream.
She turned the water to ice cold, whimpering as she stepped under the flow. She grabbed her shampoo and conditioner with shaking hands as she lathered them one by one into her scalp. After she rinsed, she smiled as she ran her hands down her magically shaven legs, spreading a layer of foaming soap as she went.
She got out and used a simple charm to dry her hair, holding her wand in her hand so tightly that her knuckles were as white as Malfoy.
She dressed quickly in her normal school attire and grabbed her books as she jogged down to the Great Hall.
She walked quickly to the middle of the Gryffindor table, squeezing herself between Ron and Harry.
Harry glanced at her quickly, but immediately looked away as he saw the fear hidden in the depths of her brown orbs.
Ron meanwhile just kept inhaling his food as he tried to wake from his usual morning stupor.
She looked up to the Head Table and saw Dumbledore, his usually sparkling eyes a dim, almost pathetic pale blue. Just as she was about to look away she noticed a letter appear before her.
Harry's eyes widened considerably when he noticed the slanted writing of the Headmaster's elegant script spelled out into the name Hermione Granger.
She stood up quickly, without having eaten anything, and snatched the note out of the air as she hurried from the hall; all the while trying not to drop her massive pile of books.
She ran into the second floor Girls' Bathroom, or in other words Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom and dropped her books in the Chamber of Secret's sink. She then tore open the envelope with a little too much aggression as she saw that she had ripped the parchment within.
She knew this was about the dream; it had to be didn't it? Harry and Ron were fine, and he never called on her unless one of them was in trouble.
Was she in trouble?!
She read the familiar script, not any more at ease than when she first opened the letter by the time she finished reading. It simply said:
Miss Granger,
I would like to speak with you immediately over some very important issues concerning the coming year. I will see you in my office after you have read this; it is urgent and should not be taken lightly.
Yours Truly,
Albus Dumbledore
P.S. I enjoy talking to students about very curious animals that they seem fit to call Crumple-horned Snorkacks.
Hermione understood the P.S. and thought it sweet that he would use Luna Lovegood's ridiculous creature as the password to his office. She however didn't feel well about what was to come.
She tucked the note into her robes and grabbed her discarded books, heading towards Professor Dumledore's office.
When she left the bathroom she wasn't as lucky to have a quick getaway.
There he was in his Princely manner, leaning against the wall nonchalantly as his gray orbs absorbed her state of fear and worry. He sneered, ready to make a biting remark.
"So Granger! Even your precious little blood traitor Weasel, and the Boy-who-got-lucky decided to ditch your sorry ass? They're even too good for a dirty little Mudblood like you!" He laughed as Pansy Parkinson rounded the corner.
"Hey! Drakey!" She leaned towards him and whispered in his ear. He seemed bored at what she said.
Hermione was otherwise preoccupied however, fully missing what was going on, as her mind replayed that one nasty word like a broken record.
"Maybe later Pansy…now get off with you, I have terrorizing to do." He smacked her on the butt playfully; she giggled and gave him a mischievous look before she turned to leave.
Hermione walked like a zombie away from him, a blank look on her face as she stared off into space. The ringing of that one word repeated in her ears. Without noticing what she was doing, she ran into a couple of first years and just kept walking.
Draco calculated her stiff movements as she ran into a group of giggling first years. Her small hands were fisted so tightly around her books that he could see the tendons protruding from her white knuckles. She didn't even apologize, which surprised him to no end. She always excused herself whenever she got in the way of others.
He watched as her deep brown hair cascaded down her back, swaying ever so slightly when she reached the end of the hallway. He watched as her hips moved in time with her stiff posture. He couldn't take his eyes off of the luscious curve of her ass.
He imagined himself grasping it as he pumped into her, hearing her moan in his ear at his obvious experience as she came. He smirked devilishly and set off to find Parkinson, new hardness in his pants that he had to relieve.
She walked slowly to Dumbledore's office. When she reached it she sighed as the two gargoyles in front of the entrance bickered.
"You're always in my view of the grounds! Can't you move your giant head and let me see?! It's bad enough that you get all of the sunlight!"
"Well maybe if you hadn't insisted on being the one to man the door, then perhaps we wouldn't have this problem!"
"Don't you dare try to blame this on me!"
"Crumple-horned Snorkacks…" She was having a rough enough morning as it was.
"There's no blame to point! You know this is your fault!"
"Well excuuuse me for being the guard! All you do is sit there and watch the outdoors!"
"And this is how it aaall started! You're just being ornery because you got stuck away from the window!"
"Crumple-horned Snorkacks." She repeated it again, becoming thoroughly agitated.
"Well why don't you try being me for once?!"
"Why would I want to be you!?"
"See?! That's exactly…!"
"EXCUSE ME!"
"Why don't you do your job and stop complaining…"said the one near the window.
"What do you want?!" the other one asked the girl standing in front of them as she panted in anger.
"CRUMPLE-HORNED SNORKACKS!"
"Well I don't know where to find those…you might want to try…"
"YOU BLOODY WELL LET ME IN RIGHT NOW!" she screamed, watching a group of seventh years snicker at her outburst.
"Oh all right! No one ever stops for a chat do they? NO! …" The gargoyle continued to complain as it jumped aside to let her through.
She stomped up the stairs, muttering incomprehensible nonsense that included the words "bloody gargoyles" and "bloody window".
She reached the top rather quickly, tripping on the last step and sending herself flying forward onto the floor. Huffing angrily she realized that she had forgotten that the stairs moved on their own.
Right as she was dusting off her now dirty robes she heard someone clear their throat. She quickly gathered her books and looked up into large emerald eyes and sighed, seeing that it was one of her trusted friends. Next to him she noticed Ron.
"What are you two doing here?"
"Urrm…right after you took off at breakfast Ron and I received letters from Dumbledore also. We were told to wait out here for you."
"Why didn't he just send a letter for the three of us combined?"
"I don't know. I was just thinking the same thing…must be bloody mental…" Ron gave them a goofy grin, and she couldn't help but try to cover up her laughter with her hand.
"We better go in then…" She reached for the knocker but jumped back in alarm, all the while letting out a "squee!" noise, as the doors swung themselves inward.
She gathered her bearings as she stuck her noise haughtily in the air and marched in. Ron couldn't help but laugh, but immediately stopped with a wheeze.
Harry had elbowed him in the ribs.
She sat down in one of the leather clad armchairs in front of Dumbledore's desk. Observing the way he absently stroked Fawkes, staring off into oblivion with worried eyes that had lost their usual sparkle.
"I'm deeply sorry for what is about to occur. Although you may question why I am helpless in the situation, it is nevertheless true." He turned his hollow eyes towards them, empty of all emotion. "I must send the three of you, Miss Weasley, and Mr. Malfoy—" at this Harry growled "—to a time where wizard kind lost many of it's pure-blooded ancestors to a time of oppression and fear. It was ruled by the Ministry that we are lack in wizard blood and have ordered you five to help change that."
Hermione was sitting on the edge of her chair, eyes wide at the information Dumbledore was laying before them and the task at hand. But being who she was, she immediately raised her hand when he paused.
"Professor, but isn't it dangerous to meddle in the affairs of time? Won't that disrupt our future…not to mention our present? What if we disappear from humanity?!" She ended desperately.
"Miss Granger, I trust you to understand that I know of the concept of time and many of it's abnormalities in accordance with normal everyday happenings. If you succeed, you will be brought back to the time and place where you first disappeared. You will remain in that era until your task is complete. I'm truly sorry for this great burden on you all, but the Ministry will not waver."
When he finished the three didn't even have a chance to grasp the concept when Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy stepped into the room.
Dumbledore repeated his directions, and trying not to worry them too much, slung a charm on a very long chain around all five of them. He handed the charm to Hermione, who noticed that it was similar to a Time Turner.
"One turn will do, but once you reach your destination, you will no longer be able to use it. I do ask however for someone to keep it around their neck." At this point Ron looked befuddled as he took in the giant chain. "Yes Mr. Weasley, the chain will shrink." The aforementioned boy turned a shade of maroon at this comment.
"Waste no time! The time is now." Dumbledore said, just before Hermione gathered all of her courage and turned the charm.
They moved so fast through time that it was like they were sucked into a black hole and then spit out 300 years prior.
Hermione was lucky enough to land in a pile of some sort of oat with Ginny, while the boys landed on turned soil. Hermione noticed that she had lost her stockings, shoes and robe in the vortex. Ginny was in a similar state.
Ginny burst out laughing, seeing that Ron's pants had fully blown off and were lost somewhere between time and space. Relishing in the fact that he was wearing light blue boxers with hearts all over them.
Hermione looked instinctively to Harry, seeing that his robe and shoes were gone. She then turned her eyes to Malfoy, them widening and feeling herself lick her lips unconsciously.
Where the hell is my shirt…
Draco was searching around the plowed field desperately, feeling the hot summer sun on his exposed back.
Hermione however was watching how the sun glistened off his pale skin, making it look like it was made of silk.
"Bloody fucking hell! Where's my shirt?!" he yelled, making her jump. Ginny seemed unaffected by his nakedness and just snickered.
"Who uses such vulgar language? You a bunch a heathen?" That's when Hermione saw him. A beautiful man around 19 years old, with long brown hair to his shoulders pulled back into a ribbon at the nape of his neck. He found them all sprawled in different forms of disorder.
He rested his icy blue eyes on Hermione's legs. She looked down, remembering that her stockings were gone. Her face became a color similar to Ginny's hair.
"Now I don't know who you are, but I expect you to be off my father's land before he sees you in this state." His eyes still didn't leave her legs as he said this. She heard someone growl but didn't pay any attention. He finally looked up into her eyes, seemingly forgetting that he had just ordered them off of his property.
"May I ask the name of you two beautiful ladies?"
"I'm Hermione, and this is Ginevra." At her formal name Ginny growled, giving Hermione a deathly glare. At this Hermione just gave her a look saying later.
"Well, Hermione and Ginevra, would you like to join my family for supper?" Hermione blanched, trying to make up an excuse in her head not to accept, absentmindedly twirling the once curious charm similar to a Time Turner in her fingers on the chain now around her neck.
"Sorry pretty boy, we've got places to be. Would you let us know where the closest inn is though? I'm feeling in the mood, if you get what I mean." Draco said this as he walked over to Hermione, throwing his arm around her shoulders and raising a suggestive eyebrow.
"The closest inn is about 5 mile south, in the village…" He trailed off and furrowed his brows.
Hermione shrugged out of his arm, apologizing for his rude behavior. She asked which way they should travel and he pointed down the dirt road, confusion becoming even more apparent on his face.
They thanked him and set off in the direction of the village. Hermione felt uncomfortable in her short skirt without her stockings underneath, choosing to walk behind the group in fear of someone catching a glimpse of her knickers.
Then Harry decided to remember something crucial.
"Hey…we're wizards! Why are we walking through this when we could just apparate bit by bit that we can see in the distance?"
"Harry you're brilliant!" Hermione jumped at him, giving him a quick kiss right on his lips. He turned a deep scarlet and pulled at his tie, loosening its grip around his neck, suddenly feeling claustrophobic.
Hermione didn't seem fazed at all though as she lay out a full-on plan to the others in excitement, giving him a few brilliant grins which in turn caused him to return a lopsided grin. When she was done she detailed that they count to three and then apparate to the signified grouping of trees.
They all landed fairly close to their target, except they forgot that Ginny couldn't apparate as they all looked around for her. Ron was the first to spot her right where they had left her. He immediately apparated back and brought her to them.
When she got back however, she wasn't happy at all and decided to throw a few punches at Draco, calling him a "bloody Slytherin" and many other things, streaming them together with cuss words here and there.
While she ranted they all decided on the next point and realized that it was only about a mile away from the village. They all appeared at this spot, Ron managing to splint a chunk of his chest, causing blood to stain his shirt.
"We have to walk the rest of the way there. We can't risk being caught." They all gave her questioning looks but she ignored them, beginning to walk towards the road to follow it to the village growing slowly in the distance. They all followed reluctantly.
They reached the village, seeing families walking gracefully around town with food on their shoulders, stopping to talk to other families very rarely. Hermione looked down at her skimpy clothing and quickened her pace, trying to reach the inn as soon as possible.
They saw the inn and went inside. Ginny pulled out of her skirt (which caused Draco to whistle in appreciation) the sack of money Dumbledore had given them, shrunken down to a manageable size. She pulled out the amount they needed and paid for two rooms, two beds in each, for a week.
The manager seemed so delighted that he yelled for someone to call the tailor to bring them all clothes, free of charge. Hermione was so relieved that she couldn't help but be excited at the prospect of being able to try on a piece of actual history. Ginny seemed equally exited at the prospect as they walked to their room.
Then they realized that they were being followed, turning around swiftly to find Draco.
"What are you doing Malfoy? You're sleeping in a room with Harry and Ron." Ginny said, looking at him sternly.
"I can't bloody well stay with them! They'd rip me to pieces in my sleep!" He protested. Hermione looked at him crossly, and finally gave in.
"Fine, but we're telling them that we got you a separate room. But in reality we can't because that would waste too much money on things that aren't necessities."
Ginny realized that they were outside their room and opened the door, walking into the room. She had to gasp because in actuality it was larger than she thought it would be.
"I call the bath first." Hermione said, walking towards the bathroom.
"Is that an invitation?" Draco replied, smirking.
She went to lock the door to the bathroom and realized there wasn't a lock. There wasn't even a door. She groaned.
"I knew you wanted to get in my pants." Draco said as he walked up towards the bathroom, taking in the fact of a lack of door. He immediately smiled devilishly.
Thank Merlin for making me enemies with Potter and Weasel.
A/N: OMG OMG. I've never really been a Star Trekkie, but my god! The new Star Trek movie was AMAZINGGG!
Anywaysss…again, if you see a similar plot, please let me know! I have noticed a few, though most were one shots. Sorry to anyone who is offended :'(
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