A/N: (Date: 8/6/2013) Hello again my fellow readers, writers, and fanfiction-ers. (Is that even a word? Oh well…) I am back again with my third fanfiction story. This a time travel story, as I have read a few great ones and wanted to write one. Just a heads up- the first few chapters will be kind of short, since I am not used to writing super long passages, and as we progress into the story, I promise I will work to make them longer. This first chapter is really short. Anyway, I hope you like the story, and PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!
All Over Again
By: MentalBookworm1213
It was mid-afternoon at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and it was positively beautiful outside. Almost every student in the school was staring out the window, wishing they could be outside in the fresh air. It was a Friday, and that didn't help much either. And, deep down in the dungeons where the Potions course was taught, there were no windows. So the students just wished that they could get out of their dank classroom. Or at least the Gryffindors did. Every Slytherin in the room felt perfectly at home.
Now, Hermione Granger had always tried to pay attention in Potions. She didn't mind the subject and was actually quite skilled at it, but it was Snape who drove her up the wall. And she tried to concentrate
while in class for any subject. But it was almost impossible when the
two boys on either side (who really couldn't care less about Potions) of her tried to hold a conversation without being seen or heard by the greasy-haired Professor Snape. And, it didn't help that she could visualize the view of the lake from the Charms' classroom window. The Gryffindors had had Charms previously with the Ravenclaws, and now they sat in Potions with the Slytherins. The Gryffindors would have probably given anything to be back up in Charms right now. So all in all, it was really hard to concentrate and pay attention.
"Harry, didn't you see the weather outside? It's brilliant for Quidditch!" said Ron Weasley, the boy on Hermione's right. The boy on
her left, Harry Potter, replied "Of course! You already told me that, remember? Anyway, I'm practically dreaming about it! Wish we weren't here with Snape..." he trailed off. Professor Snape stared at the trio. "Fifteen points from Gryffindor for talking during class!" he shouted and moved on down the row of
students. Almost every Gryffindor in the room groaned. Everyone in the classroom heard Malfoy snicker across the room. Snape pretended not to notice. Smarmy git, Hermione thought. "Be quiet next time!" she whispered. "If you get caught again we'll all be in huge trouble!"
Snape strutted to the front of the classroom. "Turn to page three hundred and sixty-eight in your textbooks and read the chapter. I will write the instructions on the board, and you will attempt to create
the Tractus Potion. You have forty-five minutes. Begin." he said. The fifth-year students grabbed for their books and ingredients. Hermione had already read the chapter and memorized it word for word. She began to work. Add cheveux root. Stir counterclockwise five times. Again, using powdered elder root. Next, she grabbed two different ingredients, hoping to organize them and make sure they were what the label said. After all, a mislabeled ingredient could mean life or death. And these ingredients certainly meant life or death. The two ingredients were chopped mandrake leaf and sliced chunks of aconite. If she put the two of them in together, she had read that the effects
could be disastrous. And of course, when something is disastrous, it always has to happen to her.
She was about to put down the chunks of aconite, when Ron leaned over, trying to talk to Harry yet again, and knocked both ingredients Hermione was holding into her cauldron. Everything that happened next seemed to be in slow motion to Hermione. The first was that Snape looked over at the three Gryffindors and there was slight fear in his eyes. Which, of course, never happened. Ever. The second was that the two ingredients touched the potion in Hermione's cauldron and it exploded everywhere. And last, she felt cold, freezing cold. Her potion was supposed to be hot. Brilliant. All Hermione remembered before the world went black was Harry and Ron's stricken faces as she passed out onto the floor.