A Twist in Time
A/N- I took a break from my MST's to do this. I hope you like. Constructive criticism will be appreciated, flames will be ignored. I know this has been done a lot, oh well. Thank you.
Hermione Granger took a deep breath as she walked up the stairs of the North Tower. She had decided to take up divination again, maybe for the better. Hermione was in her seventh year at Hogwarts, and was taking a few extra classes. She felt the lump under her robe that was the time-turner.
Harry and Ron must already be in the tower.
Hermione thought. She didn't worry about it long. Getting her breath back, the bushy-haired girl once again tackled the stairs. As she walked, breathing heavy once again, her foot caught on a loose strap from her bag and she tripped. As she fell backwards, she missed a step and continued rolling. Hermione felt the time-turner shatter, shards of broken glass cutting her neck, the sands of time fell every which way.Falling down all of the steps, Hermione hit her head on the last one. She felt her world begin to spin. Please help me! She thought as she fell into darkness.
*~*~*~*~
"You've never seen her before?"
"Nope never. Do you know who she is?"
"No. Maybe she's in a different house?"
"No, Gryffindor colors."
"Maybe she's a first year!"
"That's stupid, she looks like our age! She's taking Divination!"
Hermione's eyes flew open. Four seventeen-year-old-boys stood around her, and one looked oddly familiar… "Harry?" she asked.
"No, I'm James. Who might you be?" The familiar boy replied.
"James Potter?" She wondered aloud. The boy nodded, and Hermione drew her breath sharply. James Potter was dead. Everyone knew that. Voldemort, the slimy rat, had killed him seventeen years ago. Unless… But it was impossible, ludicrous!
"What year is it?"
"You must have hit your head pretty hard. It's 1983." Joked a tallish boy with brown eyes and black hair. James however, looked worried.
Hermione gaped at the two. It was true… "I've gone back in time!" She whispered. Hermione marveled at the thought.
"Pardon?" James asked. Hermione shook her head and wore a look that plainly said "Nothing." She tried to sit up, but was overcome by a bout of dizziness.
"We'll have to take you to the hospital wing." James told her. Hermione gave a nod as two boys took both of her arms, helping her walk.
Hermione's eyes danced in their sockets. Hogwarts was pretty much the same. Sirius was himself, but a younger version. Remus Lupin looked healthier, and didn't have bags under his clear blue eyes. Hermione glared at Peter, and he looked surprised. Peter looked the same, with his beady eyes and rat like face. And then there was James. He looked so much like his future son, that they could have used the other for a mirror, almost. James's eyes were a shocking blue, and Harry's were lime green.
Hermione gave a little sigh. She felt dazed after the day's events and a little lightheaded. James looked at her oddly, but dismissed it within his mind.
"What happened to the poor girl? She looks terrible, a huge bruise on her forehead. Is she dazed? Are you feeling lightheaded dear?" The nurse fussed.
"Fell down the stairs of the North Tower." James informed her. The nurse clicked her tongue, and the look of worry glinted once more in James's eyes. "Madam, " he began thoughtfully, "This girl, she has Gryffindor's colors, and looks our age, but we've never seen her before. Have you?"
The nurse shook her head. "Take her to Professor McGonagall. I'm sure she knows." Madam Pomfrey waved her wand, and fed Hermione a sip of potion. "She needs to sleep. I'd like to keep her here for a night, but I suspect you five have things to do?" James nodded.
On the way to the common room, James asked Hermione a question she couldn't- or wouldn't- answer.
"What's your name?"
"I'm uh-" She couldn't say her real name, Remus and Sirius would meet her later. They might remember her, and that would not do. "Um, I'm Marie uh, Johnson."
"That sounds American." Sirius remarked.
"Um, yeah. My parents are American, but I was born in England."
Remus smiled at Hermione, and she returned it warmly. Remus blushed, the grin still on his face.
"Moony's in love with the new girl!" exclaimed James, chuckling. Remus shrugged, but blushed even deeper. Hermione blushed too and walked a little slower so she and Remus could talk.
"Your family's American?" he inquired.
Hermione looked confused for a second. "Wha- oh, yeah." She blushed. She hated sounding so stupid, least of all Remus, but she couldn't let him know who she was.
The two walked in silence until they reached the common room. Remus said the password, and they stepped inside. Hermione took a seat close to the fire. She was getting comfortable, when the thought struck her that she ought to tell Dumbledore about her dilemma. She'd tell him in the morning. Until then, she'd do a bit of studying.
Hermione walked up to the girl's dorm, half expecting Lavender and Pavarti giggling away over some boy. Instead, a girl with shoulder length brown hair sat silent and cross-legged on her four poster. There was an open book in her lap. Hermione pulled a book out of her trunk (which had all of her stuff and was by the bed she slept in, in her own time.) and read about charms and transfiguration until it got dark.
Hermione yawned. She glanced at her watch. The flashing numbers read 12:00. She yawned again, put her book in her trunk and got ready for bed.
*~*~*~*~
Hermione stretched as she woke up. She looked at the sleeping redhead in the bed beside her and gave a jolt. She suddenly remembered the previous day's events.
She picked up her book and crept down stairs. Hermione sat in the arm chair closest to the blazing fire. She shivered as she noticed the mid-December snow flakes outside the red curtained window. Not long after Hermione became engrossed into her book, a voice came up close to her ear.
"How are you this fair morn?" Hermione turned to see Remus Lupin smiling at her. Hermione smiled back.
"Just lovely, but a little cold. You?"
"Fine." Remus put his arm around the girl, warming her instantly. Hermione found herself feeling quite comfortable.
A very sleepy looking James stepped down from the boy's staircase. "What's this I see?" he remarked, indicating to the couple on the chair.
Both Hermione and Remus flushed scarlet. "I was erm-" Remus stuttered. Hermione grinned rather apologetically, and muttered about how she needed to change. She quickly disappeared up the girl's staircase.
"Moony, if you're in love with her, just say so. No one will mind, least of all Marie. She was enjoying you."
Disclaimer- I would love to own HP/co., but I don't, boo hoo.
A/N- Please tell me how you like this, I enjoyed it writing it. This will probably be a Remus/Hermione fic. *grins* Y'all go on and review now!
