Title: Changing for the Better
Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Hermione
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 417
Summary: Hermione wakes up in her eleven-year old body.
Notes:
Ultimate Hermione Competition 2: Round 1 - Hermione wakes up in her eleven-year-old body on the day she received her Hogwarts letter,
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: [Writing Club!] The Word Prompt Express - Prompt Used - 233. Discipline
Emotion Challenge: Emotion - Nauseous
Hermione felt nauseous when she woke up. She looked to her left and recognized the book clock, a present her dad had given her when she was seven. She hadn't seen the clock since she was seventeen-years old.
If she was looking at it now, then...
She mentally trailed off and sat up in her bed. She looked around the familiar room. Her bedroom from her childhood home.
She was here. The question she had to ask herself though was when. What year was it?
She remembered the calendar she kept on her desk and got out of bed, walking to her desk, and looking at it.
September 19, 1990.
She was eleven-years old today.
She sighed. This was what she wanted, but she still felt queasy.
She thought about what she left behind: parents who didn't know her, a husband that took her for granted and had constant affairs, and a best friend that had just killed himself because he couldn't live with what his life had become.
There was nothing left for her in the time she had come from. And she had hoped that if she travelled to the past, she could change things for the better.
For one thing, she would never marry Ron. And the second thing she would do was make sure Harry thought about his own happiness instead of doing what he thought would please everyone else.
And she hoped she would help end the war sooner, so she never had to make her parents forget her.
She put a hand over her chest and closed her eyes. She knew it was wrong to change the past; it was be dangerous. Anything had to be better than what she was coming from, though.
With self-discipline, she forced herself to not run down the stairs to the kitchen. It wouldn't do her any good to make her parents suspicious. Instead, she nonchalantly walked down the stairs that were so familiar and peeked into the kitchen.
"Good morning."
Her dad put down his newspaper. "Good morning, birthday girl. Are you excited for today?"
She thought about the letter that would soon be arriving by owl. Excited? Not really. Scared? Definitely. She could mess everything up. Make things worse because she did a stupid thing. Still, she had to take the chance.
She couldn't let her dad in on her negative thoughts, so she forced a smile on her face. "Of course I'm excited. It's not every day a girl turns eleven, right?"