Time and Time again.
This is my first ever attempt at a fanfic. Ever. I am Dyslexic so don't be too annoyed if some of the grammer isn't perfect. Anyway, Enjoy, please review if you like it.
These characters belong to JK Rowling, I do not own them in anyway. This is merely a story created using her characters.
Thank you to my beta reader Maia
Chapter 1 – Another day in the life of potions
Hermione ran through the corridor; she was late for Potions. Crookshanks had eaten her alarm clock so she hadn't woken up. She was never late for anything, she couldn't believe it. It was now only two weeks until the NEWT exams so she didn't want to miss Potions. Although she was doing well she thought she would still fail even if she only missed one lesson.
She made it to the class just as Harry and Ron sat down in their chairs.
"Hey Hermione, where've you been?" said Ron looking confused at his best friends lateness.
"Crookshanks ate my alarm so I didn't wake up. Why didn't you wait for me?"
Harry looked apologetically at Hermione. "We did, but when you didn't show up we assumed you had already gone."
Hermione scowled at Harry but this just made him laugh.
"Anyway Hermione, even if you decided not to turn up until the exam you would still pass with flying colours," Ron said in an annoyed tone.
"Oh Ronald, if you just studied you would do well too," Hermione replied sympathetically.
"SILIENCE!" roared the dark dominant Potions master. "Turn to page 136, you have 20 minutes."
Neville looked at the potion he was supposed to be creating but to him it just looked like jargon. "Hermione? Can you –"
Snape turned to Neville and Hermione. "WHAT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT SILENCE?"
"Sorry, professor," they both muttered.
"For your obvious lack in listening skills, Miss Granger, you are to go to the store room and collect the ingredients for everyone in this class room, do you understand!?"
"Yes, sir."
Hermione got up from her chair and walked solemnly to the store room. Snape followed her. She collected the items needed slowly.
"Hurry up, Miss Granger!"
Hermione had not been expecting this outburst and tripped over, knocking potions everywhere. A deep blue fog enclosed the room.
"You silly little girl, look what you have done!" screamed the Potions master, but as the fog cleared he could see Hermione was gone.
"Crap, bugger, crap!" thought Hermione. "Snape is going to kill me." The fog was burning her eyes making her feel dizzy and disorientated. When her vision returned, she realised she was sitting on the floor. As the fog slowly cleared she could no longer see her Potions master standing in the doorway. "That's odd," she thought and got herself up off the floor. Her surroundings were the same although she couldn't see what she had slipped on, and there seemed to be no spillage.
"Professor? Sir?" Her voice echoed around to what was now an empty potions classroom.