Own Nothing.

One.

Robin of the Hood had died over seven hundred years ago; he fought bravely in his last battle. He was poisoned with a knife and he walked into the forest to die. His friends buried him and his grave never found.

So Hermione was curious to find him in her herb garden one morning. She woke up late in the morning and gotten dressed to work in the garden when she walked outside; he was lying there, asleep. At first, she was furious, some drunk had fall asleep in her garden. Those Mandrake hybrids took two years to fully develop and he was crushing them!

She kneeled in front of him; his clothes were not from this era and his bow, still wrapped around him. "Hello?" She touched his shoulder watching his slowly open.

He took a deep breath and exhaled. "Is this heaven?"

Hermione smiled. "Unfortunately not."

He stared at her. "You're not an angel?"

"No, I'm Hermione and you're in my garden."

"I'm Robin of the Hood." He replied as he sat up, she had to help him because he was too stiff. He looked around, seeing her small cottage behind her and the beginning of the woods on the other side of him. "Where am I then?"

"You are in my herb garden." She stated, watching him. "I'm afraid it's been a long time since you were Robin of the Hood." She pursed her lips. "It's more likely been over a seven hundred years ago."

He stared at her with a frown. "I'll have to take your word on that." He tried to stand up and she had to help again as he wobbled forward. She caught him, their faces less than an inch from each other's. They both smiled awkwardly as she stabled him on his two feet. "Are we still in England?"

Hermione glanced around and nodded. "Yes, but we're closer to Scotland than we are to London, if that helps."

He nodded. "This is your house, where is your husband?"

She laughed. "I'm not married, it's been well over 700 years Robin of the Hood, and I don't need to be married to take care of myself. Come on, let's get you cleaned up. I'm sure I can find something for you to wear." She led him to the house. "Take off your shoes though and your socks. And leave your bow." She ordered him. He obliged, before walking into the house behind her. He glanced around, the house was the same size as some on the nobles in his time, but it was simple. "It's really a small house." She told him. "There's others who would be like castles to you and their normal sizes now."

"I'll take your word for it." He stated, glancing around. He followed her into a small room where he saw a tub. She bent down and twisted the nobs and water came out, he stepped back, shocked. She just smiled at him and adjusted the water to a warm setting. She let the tub fill up as she got out a towel and soap from the cabinet.

"My friend George, he visits sometimes, he has his own room here, I'll see if any of his clothes can fit you for now until I can find some more. " She placed the soap on the edge of the bath and the towel on the toilet. She stared at him after she turned the water off. "I want you to scrub everywhere and if you get out and there's still grime on you I will come back here and scrub you raw myself. I will not have your dirty my house."

He nodded, still fascinated with everything in the bathroom. "Seven hundred years?" He asked again.

She nodded, a soft smile on her lips. "Seven hundred years Robin. Now get undress and I'll make lunch." She closed the door behind her and he took off his clothes and stepped into the tub, hissing from its warmth.

He looked around as he laid his head against the wall. "Why am I not dead?"

Hermione knocked on the door twenty minutes later and opened it see him washing his hair. "Sorry. Here's some clothes, call me if you need any help with them, they're a bit different from your old ones."

He nodded as she closed the door, he was shocked to see her opened the door in the first place. A lot had changed since he was killed. He finished cleaning himself, deeming himself fully cleaned and hopefully by Hermione's standards. He got out of the tub and grabbed the towel, drying himself off. He picked up the clothing and looked at it. "Lady Hermione!" He shouted, confused as he stared at the stack of clothing.

"Yes Robin?" she asked from the other side of the door. "Something wrong?"

"Which do I put on first?" He wrapped the towel around his waist and open the door. She peek through and lifted up the boxer shorts.

"These are underwear Robin, put these on first." She handed them. "Button goes in front." She closed the door for him to put them on. He was covered and he opened the door fully. She blinked. "You need help with the rest?"

He nodded and she sighed. She held up the pants. "These are jeans, just put them on, one leg at a time."

He took them, not wanting to comment that he wasn't a child. But he felt like he was, he was in a new world, with new changes. He pulled the pants up and Hermione showed him how to button them, her fingers felt cold against his warm skin, it sent shivers on his back. She handed him the shirt it was green and simple. "Just pull it over your head, your arms comes out here." She explained, watching him pull it on. "Good." She smiled and he smiled in returned. "Now let's feed you."

She led him to the kitchen and sat him down at the table. He glanced around, amazed with everything. She stood at the stove as she finished up the mac & cheese, she watched him with a small smile. It must be strange to him, this new world; it would be to her if she were in his place. She scooped up the mac & cheese and put it on a plate, she put the hot dog in the bun and took it over to him before going to get her plate. She sat down across from him and picked up her fork. She watched him, seeing him confused. "The mac & cheese." She pointed with her fork at the pasta shells covered in cheese. "You eat with a fork." She showed him, watching him pick it up and eat the pasta with his fork.

His eyes widened, tasting the food. "This is good."

She smiled. "Thanks, but I can't take all the credit, here now, you can buy food in a box and you just put it all together and eat it." She explained. "I'll show you tonight when we cook dinner."

"You eat a lot of food in this year?" He asked, eating the mac & cheese.

She smiled and nodded. "Three square meals a day. I don't over eat, but enough where I'm not starving." She picked up her hot dog and took a bite out of it. Robin watched her and followed suit.

"What's in this? It's good."

Hermione shook her head. "You really don't want to know."