Hermione Competition II: Hermione gets sent back in time

Word count: 575

Again

Hermione blinked open her eyes, and nearly shrieked when she noticed the dark blue walls of her old bedroom. She hadn't been in this house for ages; she last saw her parents when she cast the memory charm on them, and that was ages ago. Last night she was being chased by Death Eaters. Now...

"Happy birthday, Hermione!" Her father said, a wide grin on his dark face.

In his arms a pile of presents lay. They all looked like books, a resemblance of everything she got for her eleventh birthday...

As if on cue, the doorbell was rung. "Who's here at this time of day?" Her mother asked before going downstairs.

Hermione raced after her, a bright smile on her face. If this was her eleventh birthday, that must be McGonagall. She hadn't seen her since she had been killed brutally by Death Eaters.

Who else would it be?

"Hello," a deep voice said. "I'm Professor Severus Snape."

The trip to Diagon Alley was more eventful this time. They did it on the day, as Snape had the time. Last time she had to wait until July, even though her birthday is in September. Her parents did the same as they had last time; they had left her alone with the professor that came for her first trip into the magical world.

Hermione stared around her, bemused at the difference of the Alley now and what the Alley will be in seven years. "You're very calm for a Muggle-born," the stony professor stated, turning to glance at the young girl.

"You should never show weakness in an unknown surrounding."

The sorting was identical to last time. Everyone was sorted into the same house, pretty much.

"Hermione Granger."

Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

She sat on the stool, and the hat sat on her head.

"Very rare, very rare indeed."

What is?

"It's not often I see someone who has come back from time. Least of all a Muggle-born."

You won't tell anyone, will you?

"No. Now, where to sort you?"

I was a Gryffindor last time.

"No, no, that won't do at all."

What?

"SLYTHERIN!"

The glares and curious stares were getting too heavy. "Yes?" She questioned, whipping her head around and turning to look at everyone.

"I've never heard the name 'Granger' before," Malfoy said.

"Well done. Want a medal?"

"A what?" Parkinson asked, narrowing her eyes.

"A medal. It's a Muggle award."

"Filthy Mudblood," Malfoy mumbled, glaring at Hermione with a dark sense of anger.

"It's not like I wanted to be here either, supreme overlord, so you're stuck with me. And I'm stuck with you."

Halloween wasn't the best. Ronald Weasley did the same as last time, with a few more insults laced into his words. Her twelve-year-old side of her had taken the insults hard, and she found herself in the same girls bathroom.

A revolting smell hit her nostrils, and she poked her head out of the door. The last thing she saw alive was the troll swinging its club her way.

She came back as a ghost. She had to, she couldn't leave the world yet. She was only young. She was only young. She was only young.

The school pretended to mourn her. Nobody in this world even cared. If she had died in her last world...

Maybe she had died, and that was how she was transported into her eleven-year-old self. Maybe.

This was rushed. And it's so good mm. I feel she would be in Slytherin because she would pssess more Slytherin traits after all that...

~Buttercat