Author's Note: The plot is mine but everything else you recognize is JK Rowling's. I plan to make this a long fanfic with character development and fluffiness. I try to research a lot about 1940's and stuff because I like to fact check, so if you notice anything wrong just tell me. Please always be kind. x
The law is put in this world to regulate actions and behaviour of people. Hermione believes in its importance and strict implementation, and yet there she was in the Ministry of Magic, in front of a jury, waiting for a verdict for violating the law. Everything was so hazy to her. She could barely feel her body, numb from sitting for hours in that tiny stool in front of a crowd.
Arguments gone into a loop with people shouting things. "She's friends with that liar Potter!" she heard a loud man say. "She is just a student! A brilliant one at that," a woman said. "Tom Riddle was a brilliant student as well and look what he had become," quipped a shrilly voiced woman. "She probably did not do it on purpose," said another person. "We can't be so sure anymore," said another man.
It has been two hours since she talked and explained herself but some people still refused to listen. She tried to run to free herself, but it was futile. She kept quiet as if accepting her fate and after hours of waiting she heard that dreaded word: "Guilty!"
Hermione started crying as she was dragged by cloaked men into a golden room full of golden dust particles floating through the air. If she was not sobbing and in a completely different situation, Hermione could have been amazed by its beauty.
A witch entered the room. "Poor girl. They have been so cruel to you. I wish I could do something for you, but it would cost my life and my family. I truly am sorry," she said, wiping Hermione's tears. "They want me to send you very far. A time where muggles hated our kind, and where women are silenced. I do not want it for you. I will only send you 50 years away. That way, you could still meet your friends in this life."
Hermione felt very grateful, but she cannot stop her tears. She cannot even say anything. She was sentenced to be exiled from her timeline because of being careless with a time turner. She never thought things would happen so fast, as if Time was so furious with her.
"How do I forget everything?" she asked.
"Oh, sweetheart! All at once and very painful. Here, take this," the witch gave her a parchment and a pen. "Whatever you write in there cannot be undone by any way. Put things you need to remember, but only the things that would not hurt you when you forget them."
The witch said goodbye and left the room, and everything went spinning.
It is happening. I am not going to be here anymore.
The air felt unfamiliar. Everything was so dark, so Hermione ran to a lamp post. She got down to her knees and wrote in what seemed to be a cobble stoned street. She furiously wrote everything she remembers.
You are Hermione Jean Granger. You have been exiled from your timeline on the year of 1994. Do not be alarmed. They want you to be crazy. Try not to be. You are kind, hardworking, and obedient. You are from Hogwarts. You are a brilliant student and you had great friends. Their names are—
A pain shot up through her head, and a loud high pitch sound was all she can hear. And then, they were gone along with her memories.
Hermione Granger sat up from a position that resembled a ball. She read the parchment in her palm and she sighed, "What in the world is this?" she said to herself. She tried to write to see if the handwriting was hers. She cannot even fathom how ridiculous her situation was.
How is it that I chose to be cocky in this note than remember my friends'name?
Strange enough, she remembered a lot of things. She knew she is a witch and remembered every spell she learned, so she concluded that everything that is connected to the people she knew was all that she forgot.
It's better this way. If I can never get myself back there, it's better that I don't remember them. It doesn't hurt much, and I could just start a life here. I just hope I was not very evil to have this much of a punishment.
Hermione figured that the first place she could get herself together was this place called Hogwarts. It was probably important enough that she wrote it before writing her friends' names. She went to a man, holding a Daily Prophet and sitting cross-legged on what looked like a coffee shop nearby.
"Excuse me, sir. I was wondering if you happen to know which way to Hogwarts? It's a school for Witchcraft and Wizardry," Hermione asked.
"Silly girl, I know what Hogwarts is. What in the world are you wearing? Have you seen a fashion magazine? It's quite popular these days. You should go and check that out before going to Hogwarts or anywhere, really," the man said.
Hermione looked at herself wearing a pink jumper and jeans in the glass store and noted how different she looked from other ladies. She politely nodded her head to the man and went in search of part time job just to get through the night. She stumbled upon a small bakery with a sign "Help Wanted: No experience needed—will train". A very slim witch in a red dress with apron came up to her.
"See anything you like, dear?"