Yes, Sabeth Lemondrop has graciously appointed me the task of
continuing this incredible story. Thanks to her for giving it to me, and
thanks to you, the reader, for taking time to read it. ;-)
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Hermione Granger was very proud of herself indeed.
No one took on workloads that were nearly as massive or challenging as she did, and she knew it. Not only that, but her marks were higher than nearly any in the school. Yes, even though she was running herself ragged, she often found it worth it just so that she could hold her chin up high in the hallways, proud of all that she managed to accomplish on a daily basis.
One particularly cold Monday on the 5th of January, Hermione had just completed a rather difficult transfiguration class. She had been the only one out of both the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw 6th years to transfigure her iguana into a fully mountable winged horse.
Professor McGonagall had whispered a warm congratulations to her as she packed her bag and left the classroom. Feeling quite overconfident, she absent-mindedly reached into her shirt collar to pull out her time turner, so that she could take her Arithmancy class. She found that it had snagged on the inside of her buttoned blouse and, when she tugged on it rather roughly, the hourglass flew from its hiding place. It spun several times in midair and broke from its golden chain link.
Just barely before it hit the ground, Hermione reached out and grabbed it tightly, breaking in it two with her fist. At that split second, she felt a backwards rush as she sped through the vaguely familiar time turner portal. She had never been in it for that long, seeing as she was normally only going back in time by one hour.
The golden sand flew about her, getting in her eyes and mouth. Just when she thought she would get sick from the speedy joy ride she landed, hard, in the hallways of Hogwarts.
Hermione began to compose herself as she observed her surroundings. The hallways looked almost exactly the same, save the sparkling new handle which now graced the transfiguration classroom's door (Peeves had broken it a few days earlier). If that were true, she had to wonder how far back she had actually gone.
She began to wander the halls aimlessly, searching for any means of a clue. Just then, a girl wearing a rather long, dull black dress under unfamiliar Hogwarts robes passed by her. She gave Hermione a very strange look indeed. Hermione gasped; she hadn't gone back by only a few days or weeks, she went back by years. And judging by the looks of that girl's dress, she'd have to estimate at least 100 years. Her heart raced in her chest; this could not be happening. Who could she turn to? Where could she find help?
The Headmaster.
She wasn't sure who it was who held the position of Headmaster, but she knew that whoever it was, they'd be able to help. She practically sprinted up the flights of stairs and to the 7th floor, where Dumbledore's office had always been located. When she arrived, she stared at the gargoyles guarding the entrance. What was the password? There must be an exception for students who are in need of help.
At this thought, the guards leapt aside, granting her entrance. Impressed by the protection spell that had been cast upon them, Hermione trotted onto the moving staircase. Soon, (too soon, for Hermione's liking) she found herself face to face with the heavy wooden doors that led to the headmaster's chambers. Taking a deep breath, she pushed them outward, only to reveal a dull and dusty study.
She stood, frozen by uncertainty, as she forced her throat to open in order to create any kind of noise that would attract attention.
"Hello?" she croaked.
A distant crash was heard. Hermione's nerves were practically shot, as a short, squat man with rather large spectacles came scurrying from an unseen part of the room. He stared at her for a few seconds, seemingly unable to remove his gaze from her exposed knees and lowly buttoned blouse. Suddenly, Hermione had found her voice.
"I'm terribly sorry, Professor, allow me to introduce myself; my name is Hermione Granger."
"Ah," replied the twitchy old man. "I beg your pardon, ma'am, but what exactly is your business, here, in my office?"
"Yes, well um, my business.well, you see sir, I seem to have had a small amount of trouble with my time turner." as she said this, she reached out her hand, which held the remaining shards of glass from the turner. The Headmaster stared down at it with wide eyes, and a shocked expression on his face.
"A time turner! Well, those are quite rare, how on earth did a girl your age obtain one?"
Hermione was briefly taken aback by this statement. Time turners, in her time, were quite common. Many witches and wizards owned them and used them on a daily basis, so as to complete tasks similar to Hermione's, in their jobs or at their schools. Whatever time period she was in, it had not yet incorporated time turners into their society.
"Well, you see sir, the time period I come from doesn't find time turners all that uncommon. I use mine to take several classes at once here at Hogwarts."
The Headmaster stared at her. This seemed very mind boggling to him, indeed. What to do with such a girl? Her time turner was beyond repair, but without it, she could never return to whatever period she had come from. Therefore there was only one solution.
"What time period is it, exactly, that you came from, Ms. Granger?" he asked, gently.
"The year 2003," she answered, nervously. He took in a quick, sharp breath. 2003?
"I had no idea a time turner, could, could propel someone so far back into the past."
"Why? What year is it?" Hermione asked, somewhat panicked.
"My dear, this is the year 1869!" he replied, almost fearful of her response.
Her eyes seemed to glaze over. One hundred and thirty four years! How in God's name did her time turner fail her so miserably? She had never read of such an occurrence, how could something like this be?
She must have seemed quite distant to the Headmaster, who began fanning her face with his hand. She blinked, incredulously, before remembering where she was.
"Headmaster," she whispered, "will you be able to find a way to get me back to 2003?"
The headmaster stood silently for a few moments, before replying, "I believe, that with the aide of the Ministry of Magic, we will be able to create a time turner powerful enough to right this terrible wrong."
Hermione took a deep breath. There was still a chance. She nodded, slowly, before saying, "thank you."
He nodded as well. And to think, only a few moments ago he was fusing over the filing of his paperwork. During this brief moment of silence, he took the opportunity to observe her attire. The students of 2003 were quite exposed, were they not? Above the knee skirts? Interesting.well, at least they still sported scarves showing off the colors of the houses in which they belonged; and seeing as her scarf is scarlet and gold, I'd have to say she's in-
"Gryffindor is your house, is it not, Ms. Granger?"
She looked up. You could see tears starting to collect in the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them back and nodded.
"Well then," he continued, "I see no reason to delay your study any further. You're going to be here for a while, Ms. Granger, so we may as well settle you into Gryffindor tower. And as soon as you feel fit, I will arrange a class schedule for you with the Gryffindors."
The expression on her face seemed to lighten. She was allowed to remain at Hogwarts, and continue classes, nonetheless!
"I shall have the house elves make you a few new dresses and robes.your clothing really isn't appropriate for this time period."he said, trailing off.
Hermione glanced down at herself. She rolled her eyes inwardly before buttoning her blouse up to the top.
"As for the extra classes you were taking with the time turner, I suppose you can make them up on the weekends, if you really want."
"Thank you so much, professor!" she exclaimed, almost ready to hug him.
"Oh, not at all, Ms. Granger," he replied. He glanced down at the pocket watch attached to the outside of his robes, before looking up one more.
"Dinner is about to be served in the Great Hall. If you wish to attend, I shall send a house elf to the girls' Gryffindor dormitory now.I daresay you will need the help to make yourself presentable. What year did you say you were in, now, dear?"
"Sixth," she replied, as she began towards the exit. "One again, thank you so much for all your help, really."
And with a quick wave goodbye, she was off. If her outfit really was all that outrageous, she had better get to the dormitories soon- the bell for class to end would sound any minute!
Luckily, the entrance to Gryffindor Tower was only a short ways away, around the corner up ahead. However, just as she took a rather sharp turn to it, she was confronted by a great big pair of outrageously blue eyes. Hermione took in a quick, harsh breath, and stumbled back a few feet. The eyes belonged to a boy, probably the same age as Hermione. He had thick, auburn hair that had a pleasant wave to it; and a body which was long and thin, yet muscular. The boy eyed her suspiciously, his gaze stopping at her legs.
Dear God what is it with men and women's legs? Hermione thought, as her face began to blush.
"Good evening, mademoiselle, my name is Albus Dumbledore," he stated calmly, as he gave a slight bow. "And what might be yours?"
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Hermione Granger was very proud of herself indeed.
No one took on workloads that were nearly as massive or challenging as she did, and she knew it. Not only that, but her marks were higher than nearly any in the school. Yes, even though she was running herself ragged, she often found it worth it just so that she could hold her chin up high in the hallways, proud of all that she managed to accomplish on a daily basis.
One particularly cold Monday on the 5th of January, Hermione had just completed a rather difficult transfiguration class. She had been the only one out of both the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw 6th years to transfigure her iguana into a fully mountable winged horse.
Professor McGonagall had whispered a warm congratulations to her as she packed her bag and left the classroom. Feeling quite overconfident, she absent-mindedly reached into her shirt collar to pull out her time turner, so that she could take her Arithmancy class. She found that it had snagged on the inside of her buttoned blouse and, when she tugged on it rather roughly, the hourglass flew from its hiding place. It spun several times in midair and broke from its golden chain link.
Just barely before it hit the ground, Hermione reached out and grabbed it tightly, breaking in it two with her fist. At that split second, she felt a backwards rush as she sped through the vaguely familiar time turner portal. She had never been in it for that long, seeing as she was normally only going back in time by one hour.
The golden sand flew about her, getting in her eyes and mouth. Just when she thought she would get sick from the speedy joy ride she landed, hard, in the hallways of Hogwarts.
Hermione began to compose herself as she observed her surroundings. The hallways looked almost exactly the same, save the sparkling new handle which now graced the transfiguration classroom's door (Peeves had broken it a few days earlier). If that were true, she had to wonder how far back she had actually gone.
She began to wander the halls aimlessly, searching for any means of a clue. Just then, a girl wearing a rather long, dull black dress under unfamiliar Hogwarts robes passed by her. She gave Hermione a very strange look indeed. Hermione gasped; she hadn't gone back by only a few days or weeks, she went back by years. And judging by the looks of that girl's dress, she'd have to estimate at least 100 years. Her heart raced in her chest; this could not be happening. Who could she turn to? Where could she find help?
The Headmaster.
She wasn't sure who it was who held the position of Headmaster, but she knew that whoever it was, they'd be able to help. She practically sprinted up the flights of stairs and to the 7th floor, where Dumbledore's office had always been located. When she arrived, she stared at the gargoyles guarding the entrance. What was the password? There must be an exception for students who are in need of help.
At this thought, the guards leapt aside, granting her entrance. Impressed by the protection spell that had been cast upon them, Hermione trotted onto the moving staircase. Soon, (too soon, for Hermione's liking) she found herself face to face with the heavy wooden doors that led to the headmaster's chambers. Taking a deep breath, she pushed them outward, only to reveal a dull and dusty study.
She stood, frozen by uncertainty, as she forced her throat to open in order to create any kind of noise that would attract attention.
"Hello?" she croaked.
A distant crash was heard. Hermione's nerves were practically shot, as a short, squat man with rather large spectacles came scurrying from an unseen part of the room. He stared at her for a few seconds, seemingly unable to remove his gaze from her exposed knees and lowly buttoned blouse. Suddenly, Hermione had found her voice.
"I'm terribly sorry, Professor, allow me to introduce myself; my name is Hermione Granger."
"Ah," replied the twitchy old man. "I beg your pardon, ma'am, but what exactly is your business, here, in my office?"
"Yes, well um, my business.well, you see sir, I seem to have had a small amount of trouble with my time turner." as she said this, she reached out her hand, which held the remaining shards of glass from the turner. The Headmaster stared down at it with wide eyes, and a shocked expression on his face.
"A time turner! Well, those are quite rare, how on earth did a girl your age obtain one?"
Hermione was briefly taken aback by this statement. Time turners, in her time, were quite common. Many witches and wizards owned them and used them on a daily basis, so as to complete tasks similar to Hermione's, in their jobs or at their schools. Whatever time period she was in, it had not yet incorporated time turners into their society.
"Well, you see sir, the time period I come from doesn't find time turners all that uncommon. I use mine to take several classes at once here at Hogwarts."
The Headmaster stared at her. This seemed very mind boggling to him, indeed. What to do with such a girl? Her time turner was beyond repair, but without it, she could never return to whatever period she had come from. Therefore there was only one solution.
"What time period is it, exactly, that you came from, Ms. Granger?" he asked, gently.
"The year 2003," she answered, nervously. He took in a quick, sharp breath. 2003?
"I had no idea a time turner, could, could propel someone so far back into the past."
"Why? What year is it?" Hermione asked, somewhat panicked.
"My dear, this is the year 1869!" he replied, almost fearful of her response.
Her eyes seemed to glaze over. One hundred and thirty four years! How in God's name did her time turner fail her so miserably? She had never read of such an occurrence, how could something like this be?
She must have seemed quite distant to the Headmaster, who began fanning her face with his hand. She blinked, incredulously, before remembering where she was.
"Headmaster," she whispered, "will you be able to find a way to get me back to 2003?"
The headmaster stood silently for a few moments, before replying, "I believe, that with the aide of the Ministry of Magic, we will be able to create a time turner powerful enough to right this terrible wrong."
Hermione took a deep breath. There was still a chance. She nodded, slowly, before saying, "thank you."
He nodded as well. And to think, only a few moments ago he was fusing over the filing of his paperwork. During this brief moment of silence, he took the opportunity to observe her attire. The students of 2003 were quite exposed, were they not? Above the knee skirts? Interesting.well, at least they still sported scarves showing off the colors of the houses in which they belonged; and seeing as her scarf is scarlet and gold, I'd have to say she's in-
"Gryffindor is your house, is it not, Ms. Granger?"
She looked up. You could see tears starting to collect in the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them back and nodded.
"Well then," he continued, "I see no reason to delay your study any further. You're going to be here for a while, Ms. Granger, so we may as well settle you into Gryffindor tower. And as soon as you feel fit, I will arrange a class schedule for you with the Gryffindors."
The expression on her face seemed to lighten. She was allowed to remain at Hogwarts, and continue classes, nonetheless!
"I shall have the house elves make you a few new dresses and robes.your clothing really isn't appropriate for this time period."he said, trailing off.
Hermione glanced down at herself. She rolled her eyes inwardly before buttoning her blouse up to the top.
"As for the extra classes you were taking with the time turner, I suppose you can make them up on the weekends, if you really want."
"Thank you so much, professor!" she exclaimed, almost ready to hug him.
"Oh, not at all, Ms. Granger," he replied. He glanced down at the pocket watch attached to the outside of his robes, before looking up one more.
"Dinner is about to be served in the Great Hall. If you wish to attend, I shall send a house elf to the girls' Gryffindor dormitory now.I daresay you will need the help to make yourself presentable. What year did you say you were in, now, dear?"
"Sixth," she replied, as she began towards the exit. "One again, thank you so much for all your help, really."
And with a quick wave goodbye, she was off. If her outfit really was all that outrageous, she had better get to the dormitories soon- the bell for class to end would sound any minute!
Luckily, the entrance to Gryffindor Tower was only a short ways away, around the corner up ahead. However, just as she took a rather sharp turn to it, she was confronted by a great big pair of outrageously blue eyes. Hermione took in a quick, harsh breath, and stumbled back a few feet. The eyes belonged to a boy, probably the same age as Hermione. He had thick, auburn hair that had a pleasant wave to it; and a body which was long and thin, yet muscular. The boy eyed her suspiciously, his gaze stopping at her legs.
Dear God what is it with men and women's legs? Hermione thought, as her face began to blush.
"Good evening, mademoiselle, my name is Albus Dumbledore," he stated calmly, as he gave a slight bow. "And what might be yours?"
