Chapter One: Bludgers Suck!

Hermione smiled as she watched Harry and Ron play one-on-one in quidditch. It was really great to watch them play the sport that they loved, knowing there wasn't any more danger.

Voldemort had been defeated at the end of last year, and she had never seen Harry happier than he was now. He was moving away from the Dursley's, the three of them were going to share an apartment in London after graduation. Ron's family, as it were, was connected to the Malfoy's, and since Lucius and Draco had been killed in the final battle, his family now had enough money for them to be set for life. It was like a fairy tale; and they all lived happily ever after.

Hermione was no longer the buck-toothed, frizzy-haired little girl she used to be. She had filled out in all the right places, and her hair was straight now, not to mention the new wardrobe she had bought over the summer. Hermione's trunk was now full of mini-skirts and tank tops, even a few tube-tops. Right now, she was wearing a black mini and a dark green tube top that showed off her midriff, accompanied by knee-high boots that looked like they could crush a small town.

"Oy, Mione!" called Ron, flying over to her spot in the stands. "What d'ya say Harry and I give you a quidditch lesson? You've got to overcome this fear of flying." He gently flew up into the stands and hovered a few seconds before landing beside her.

"I am not afraid to fly. It's just simple nature. Fish swim, birds fly, Hermione stays on the ground." she crossed her arms and stuck her tongue playfully out at Ron. Harry flew over to hover a few feet away from them.

"C'mon, Mione, you can play beater. You get to beat the shit out of the bludger." He smiled.

Hermione smiled back, then looked between Ron and him. "You not going to let me say no, are you?" she asked. Both boys shook their heads. "Fine, then. But I'm not riding one of the school's brooms. Those things have been around so long that the flight suspenders could wear out any second."

"Okay, you can ride my old Cleansweep," said Ron. "It's in the broom shed. I'll go get it." He mounted his broom again, and flew off.

Five minutes later, Hermione was in the air, one hand with a death grip on the broom, and the other clutching a Beater's bat. "Are you sure I have to play quidditch? Couldn't we go for a nice flight over the lake? You know, where the landing surface isn't so hard?"

"Hermione, you're only ten feet off the ground!" yelled Ron, from an altitude of around fifty feet. "Come on! Harry and I won't let anything happen to you!" Hermione gulped, and nodded. She nudged the nose of the broom upward, and started a slow spiral upward. As she neared Ron and Harry, A bludger came whistling towards her head. Letting out a scream, she swung wildly at it, and felt the bat hit it away from her. She smiled.

"I did it!" she said, her smile growing. "I di-"she felt the bludger connect with her left arm, knocking her sideways and off the broom. As Hermione saw the ground hurtling towards her, Hermione closed her eyes, waiting for the impact.
"Quit messing around, Lucius!" said Severus Snape to his teammate, who was currently hitting Crabbe and Goyle with their brooms. "If we want to beat Gryffindor this year, then we have to pick a new seeker!" he turned to the group of Slytherins on the bleachers. So, if any of you have any doubts that you can beat Potter to the snitch, then go away now. We don't have much time."

"Sev!" said Lucius. "Look at that!" Severus turned around to see a girl plummeting to the ground. He threw himself on his broom and zoomed off to intercept her.
Hermione felt a strong pair of arms clasp around her waist, and she opened her eyes, to find herself hovering less than four feet off the ground. She was set gently down, then she heard her rescuer land behind her. She turned around to see who had caught her, and instead found her legs give way underneath her.

"Are you all right?" asked the boy who had caught her. She looked up at him with a look that said, 'Duh.'

"That's a rather stupid question," she said. Then she noticed the pain in her arm. "Shit. Damn bludgers. It broke my arm."

"Malfoy, I told you, we aren't using the bludgers today!" yelled Severus at the blonde boy still beating up Crabbe and Goyle. The boy looked at Severus with a confused look.

"I didn't let them loose!" he said indignantly. Severus frowned. Hermione's brow furrowed. Malfoy? That couldn't be right. Malfoy had been dead for over three months. Either something was not right, or the pain in her arm was clouding her mind.

"I need to get to Madam Pomfrey," she said, trying to stand. She instantly fell back down on her ass. "Bloody hell." she winced in pain as her arm gave a painful throb.

"Come on, I'll help you." Severus reached out a hand and helping her to her feet. She wrapped her right arm around his shoulders, and he put his left around her waist. "Eight flights of stairs isn't going to be easy, even more so if the staircases start moving around again."
After Madam Pomfrey had fixed her arm, Hermione requested to see Dumbledore. She was certain that either she was in a coma and was just dreaming, or she was in some serious trouble. And to make matters worse, the quidditch player who looked awfully like a certain potion master would not leave her alone.

Now she was sitting on her bed in the hospital wing, waiting for Dumbledore to show up. "What in the world were you doing out there?" asked Severus.

"If you wanna know, wait around when Dumbledore shows up. He is headmaster, right?" Severus gave her an odd look but nodded. "Good. Oh, I'm sorry, I've been incredibly rude. My name is Hermione." She held out her hand. 'please don't say it, please don't say it...'

"Severus," he said, shaking her hand. 'I knew it!' "Charmed."

"Nice to meet you. Oh, look. Dumbledore's here." She watched as the younger- looking Dumbledore came towards her.

"Now, miss..."

"Granger."

"Miss Granger. I believe you have experienced some problems with the time slip on the quidditch field?" Hermione's brow furrowed.

"Time slip?"

"Yes, you must have hit it at exactly the right moment, as well. You see, every four months, for one hour, the time slip opens, allowing anyone to travel forward, or in your case, backwards through time. The slip won't open again until the second of January, I'm afraid. We should be able to get you home then. But, in the meantime, you can attend classes in this time period, or you will be drastically behind when you return. What house were you in?"

The word Gryffindor was right on her tongue, but then she saw the hopeful look in Snape's eyes. Maybe it would be fun to live as a pureblood for a while. "Slytherin. I was in Slytherin."
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"Professor! Hermione has-"

"Gone back in time." He looked up at Harry and Ron, who had been yelling names of sweets at the gargoyle for nearly ten minutes. "To the year 1985, if I remember correctly. You should receive a letter from her soon, I believe."

"She's not dead?" asked Ron.

"No, mister Weasley, she is perfectly safe, although that bludger did break her arm. I assure you, she is fine. She will return in January, before the start of term. I am sorry if my old mind does not remember any details beyond that, but-"

"ALBUS!" called a voice from the doorway. Harry and Ron turned to see a livid-looking Snape.
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