Chapter 2

Meeting the Rest

No, this could be happening. It was impossible. There had to be some kind of mistake. That was all that Hermione could think while she sat on the bed in the hospital wing.

Godric and Salazar had left to talk with the others that were amongst the school. The thought that they were going to talk to Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff was just a crazy thought to her.

She lay back on the bed resting her head against the pillow. The nurse, Mavate as she learned her name was, kept bustling about her.

Hermione was already in enough stress trying to accept that she was a thousand years in the past. If she ever got back she was certainly going to give Fred and George a piece of her mind. And maybe her wand.

She watched as Mavate walked past her dressed in odd robes. She couldn't help but see that compared to Mavate that she was way underdressed in this era.

Just watching the twittering woman, that reminded her of a cross between McGonagall and Pomphrey, was quite interesting. It was kind of funny that she was so busy and had only one patient.

Suddenly the door burst open and in walked a woman in a swirling blue dress. That told her just who this woman was. Only one person in this time would wear that much blue and get away with it.

Godric Gryffindor in full regal view stood before her. He certainly looked as grand and regal as all the books said.

He sat down next to her in the chair that Rowena had been sitting in.

"Greetings woman," she said. Her voice was light yet intelligent sounding. It was a calming voice that soothed her to hear.

Hermione nodded her head at the woman. She would wait until she heard what it was she wanted before she spoke.

"I was informed that you had suddenly dropped outside of Godric's office just moments ago and the men thought it would be better if a woman talked to you. So who are you?"

"My name is Hermione Granger," she started.

"And just why do you bear the mark of Godric on your chest?" Both looked down at roaring lion on top of her right breast. That was the only robe that she would wear during the winter because they were the warmer of her robes.

That was certainly a question. She knew why she bore the crest of Gryffindor. But could she tell her? In the third year she had been told to be wary of situations that might affect the future if she got involved. This was probably on of them.

But there was no way that she cold change it even more than already. Might as well tell them.

"Where to begin—?"

Rowena interrupted her. "The beginning is usually the best place."

Smart ass.

"Well, I am from the year two thousand and seven. I accidentally picked up a booby-trapped Time Turner. It is a device from my time that can allow you to travel back and forwards between times. Normally it won't take me back this far in time. So I guess it got smashed when I landed when I was thrown into the past. Or rather now."

"Really time travel?" Rowena exclaimed.

"Were wizards and witches here, Rowena. Do have an open mind my witty raven friend," said a snide voice that both knew all to well.

The turned to see Salazar, in all his majestic green robes, standing in the doorway of the hospital wing. He had a smirk on his face that said he was messing with Rowena, who in turn just shook her head.

He walked in to the room and stood at the foot of Hermione's bed. She watched him curiously to notice that he had something purple in his arms. He put the bundle on the end of her bed. She saw they were robes more like their time of style.

"Helga had requested that we have a meeting with the other teachers in the Room of Requirement. She wants this young girl here to explain it out as to how she managed to land in your hallway."

He certainly wasn't a man of many words.

"Do put these on. I fear that your robes are quite inadequate for this time of year. And some modesty should be shown." Hermione blushed as he waved his hand over her apparel. "Rowena will lead you there."

With that Salazar turned and walked out of the room. Hermione watched his retreating back with a mixture of annoyance and confusion.

It must have been pretty obvious on her face because Rowena suddenly grinned, reminding her terribly of the twin's devilish grins. "Don't worry. Sally is just being his normal proper self."

"I'll say. Looks like he had got a bloody stick up his ass," Hermione muttered.

Rowena had heard her. She burst into a fit of laughter. Her light giggles was a nice sound for Hermione. She even fell out of her chair.

She picked himself up, as red as Godric's cloak. Mavate looked at her with an eye of annoyance. She was certainly just as proper as Salazar.

"Now get dressed, Miss Granger. Then I will escort you to the Room of Requirement where you may tell my colleges and me about your interesting tale. I am sure that Isvathtere will be most interesting to learn how you time traveled."

Who in the world is Isvathtere? Hermione thought. Certainly had a weirder name than I do.

Rowena covered his eyes with his hand as Hermione stood up and stripped her clothes. Mavate the nurse took her clothes, eyeing them like a plague. She had a sneaking suspicion that she was never going to see her robes again. The robes were made of fine material, it felt like some really thick silk. A rich purple was the color it had with flower shapes sewn into it. They were certainly too big for her. The hem was dragging a bit along the floor and the sleeves were too long her hands to stick out.

Uncovering her eyes, Rowena couldn't help but grin at the sight. She looked good in the robes that she had—kind of—borrowed.

She held out her hand for her. She brushed by her towards the door.

Rowena figured that she wasn't used to that kind of custom in her time. This was going to be interesting.

The two went out into the hallway and headed straight for the Room of Requirement. It surprised her that she knew where the room was. They walked past the wall three times and then stood in front of the door that had appeared. It was a deep red wood door with a glittering silver handle.

Rowena opened the door and allowed Hermione to enter first.

She wasn't expecting the large crowd that was in the room. All of the teachers were in there.

Godric sat on a couch talking to a woman dressed in a canary yellow dress. Her hair was a strawberry blonde and pulled into a bun on the top of her head with a long braid going down her back, ending at her butt. The hem of her robe was black and told her just whom it was that Godric was talking to. Her green eyes were lively and king looking. Her sleeves were just like the others she had met to far, and that included her at the moment.

Near the north wall stood two women deep in discussion. One was taller than the other. She had long black hair that spanned down to her knees. The only thing in her hair was two braid held by a ruby hairpin. She was dressed in regal looking amethyst robes trimmed just like the ones that Hermione was wearing. But on this woman they fit. Explained where the robes were from.

The other woman came up to her friend's shoulders. She had long dark blonde hair that was pulled back into a ponytail and fell to her butt. She had an identical ruby hairpin to the girl she was talking to. Her robes were made the same as her friend but were the color of the sky. It matched her eyes almost perfectly. If Hermione didn't know any better she would guess that the two were related.

A small man stood against the wall. He looked terribly short compared to the other people in the room. He didn't look like much of a talker to her. On the couch opposite of Helga and Rowena were two other men. One was slightly older and had graying hair on his chin with a little on his head. He looked slightly frazzled at being in such a large crowd of people. The man next to him looked much younger than his friend. He was dressed in light orange robes that looked humorous against the shocking blonde of his hair. His eyes were observant and calculating.

The only other people in the room were a young girl in the corner that looked at Salazar, who was sitting on a couch near the girl in the purple robes and had engaged her in some conversation. This was obviously a girl related to the nurse. She had the same build and almost the same looks as Mavate. The other person was another slightly aged man. He had a rather large book on his lap and hadn't raised his nose even when the door slammed shut from Rowena. Hermione guessed he was the librarian.

Rowena raised his hand as he introduced each of the people in the room.

Hermione was surprised to learn the two women on the north wall were not cousins as she had guessed. They were twin sisters. Obviously fraternal twin sisters. Isvathtere, the one with the black hair and taller one, was the older of the two. Her sister was Gavillece Gryffindor. It turned out they were cousins to the Founder of Gryffindor house. Isvathtere taught Defense Against the Dark Arts and Gavillece taught Astronomy.

The small man in the corner was Brotus and he taught Care of Magical Creatures. Hermione had to rephrase something she had thought earlier. Brotus was a man of no words, not Salazar. The man on the couch with the wild hair was Narcorsum Valsaecrum and he taught Divination, something that didn't surprise her. The man next to him was Kalen Thunderist and he taught the History of Magic class. The man in the book was indeed the librarian and his name was Jarvice Mortism. Elanora was the young woman on the side and she taught Herbology. At the moment she was glaring angrily as Isvathtere while she talked to Salazar. The remaining subjects were taught by Rowena (Transfiguration and Runes), Helga (Charms), Salazar (Potions), and Godric (Experimental Spells and Jinxes).

"And this everyone," Rowena said after she had introduced everyone to Hermione looked at them. "Is Hermione Granger, the girl who so gracefully landed near Salazar's office."

Isvathtere raised an eyebrow at Rowena. "Dear friend, may I inquire as to why she is wearing one of my robes?" Hermione couldn't help but feel a pang as Salazar smirked at the woman leaning on the couch he sat on. She didn't know why but the pang just came from nowhere.

Godric grinned sheepishly from his position next to Helga. "Your room was the only one I could get into. Gavillece tied up her room with those new spells you came up with."

Gavillece raised her eyebrow much like her sister. Hermione could see how they were related to each other. "So you planned to steal mine, did you?"

"Yours would have fit better than Isva's do." Isvathtere cringed at a nickname she was constantly called by their annoying cousin. But a smile spread across her face at his carefree nature.

Hermione couldn't help but giggle at the sight. Godric was the goofy and it seemed carefree one of the three. Isva, Hermione had decided to call here that because it was much easier to pronounce, was the older yet had a bit of Godric's personality. Her smile was easy and sincere. Gavillece was the stiff and straight faced one. It was obvious who was the actual older one.

Rowena raised her hand to stop the two from arguing. They didn't need this while they were trying to figure out just where, and though Hermione hadn't said it yet, when and why she was here.

"Now Hermione, if you would be so kind as to tell us your tale of how you came to land outside Godric's office."

Everyone in the room snapped to attention as Rowena said this. It seemed that they were very curious.

Hermione didn't like being on the spot light. Everyone was looking at her with expectation and some, particularly Salazar and Gavillece, looked faintly bored by her.

She told them her whole story about how she had come to get here. During the tale Isva sat down next to Salazar and was listening to her very intently. Godric had been right about her curiosity. Rowena looked just as intrigued as Isva. Most of the other teachers looked like they didn't know what to make of what she said.

When she was done Hermione scratched her head and waited for someone to say something.

"That certainly is a curious tale," nodded Helga. Her voice was almost just like Hermione thought it would be. It was kind yet had a sweet hint to it. She had a very beautiful face when she looked at Hermione.

"A thousand years from the future," pondered Isva. She tapped her chin with her hand as she thought about it.

Gavillece leaned on the couch near her sister's shoulder. The two looked at each other and nodded. "So you really think that she is telling the truth?" Hermione guessed that she was talking to Isva.

"It could be possible, I suppose." She turned to Hermione. "Do you have the device, the Time Turner as you called it, with you?"

Hermione looked at her right hand. The Time Turner wasn't there.

"Where is the Time Turner?" she demanded looking around.

"I believe that Mavate took it from you when I brought you to the Hospital Wing. Most of it was buried in your hand," Salazar offered.

"Shall I get the thing then?" Godric looked at her.

"I'll get it," said Isva. She stood up and walked over to the door, where both were still standing. She left the room with a glance at Hermione.

"So now the question is how to get you back to your time," Rowena said. "I know that Isva will work on the device and see just how it is that it works."

"Can she really do that?" Hermione asked.

"Trust me, Isva is the smartest one amongst us," Godric grinned.

Hermione thought about it for a minute. She now knew why the name was familiar. Why both her and her sister's name were familiar. They were the teachers of their respected subjects. They were both listed in the book: The Life of Godric Gryffindor. Isva was the first teacher of D.A.D.A. and ended up inventing the Apperation spell that everyone used in her time. Gavillece was the first person to name all the stars when she was older. She was literally in the presence of some of history's biggest wizards and witches.

"Well I suppose that you will need to stay here until we can find out how to send you back," Godric said looking around.

"I see no problem with that," Rowena said.

So she was going to stay in the castle and able to use the resources here.

"Come with me, Miss Granger. I will show you to a place where you can stay."

Godric swept out of the room and she followed. He led her up a few stair cases until they came into a hallway that was emptied of students. It seemed that the castle was empty of most students due to the Christmas break. That mean she had about three weeks until they came back to the school.

Three weeks until she could end up messing up history.

"This will be your room," Godric said pointing at the door they had stopped in front of. "If you need anything Gavillece's room is on the floor below you."

She looked at him like he was crazy.

"Don't worry," he laughed. "She isn't so bad. Her bark is worse than her bite."

Hermione walked into the room after Godric had bid her good night. It was certainly later than she had thought it was as she looked out the room's window.

The room was large and wide with three doors going off it. The west wall had a large fireplace with a large fire roaring. The floor of the room was lower than where she was standing on so the table in the center with large comfy chairs around it. Around the walls were bookshelves, a desk, and a table. Hermione walked around the room to each of the doors. The first one had a bathroom, with a large tub and sink in it. The next was a closet, sadly completely empty. Then was a bedroom with a huge bed and other assorted bedroom junk.

Hermione walked back into the main room and flopped down on the couch nearest the fire.

What had she done to deserve to get into this much trouble? All she had done was gone to check on a simple noise in Fred and George's room. This was not a good day.

Godric seemed like a bit of an idiot to her. He was too goofy for her taste. She had thought he would be the great and ferocious leader of the four that books described him as. Rowena seemed much like Hermione would have thought she would be. The controlling older sister kind of figure. She hadn't had a chance to really talk to Helga so she didn't know what to make of her yet. And then there was Salazar…

What could you say about him? He didn't seem quite like she thought he would be. Sure he was arrogant, annoyingly stiff, and just all around seemed like an ass. But he didn't seem the cold hearted, cruel, evil, uncaring bastard books described him as. He seemed especially fond of Isva.

Books really did only put what they wanted in them.

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I love the characters of Isva and Gavi. They are just the perfect compliment to Godric. I hope the characters of the founders seem to fit them. They don't talk much in this one but I just needed to introduce all the teachers and then Helga. Well this is how I imagined them so if you don't like them, write one where you can make them different. I'll read it.

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