THE GIRL-WHO-LIVED
Hermione had her head rested against one of the white walls in the room. Her mind with thoughts on how she would be able to go back in time. She truly didn't know what to think about the situation. They all expected her to change Harry's life. Not only that but she had to change her on life as well. She sighed. She had accepted but was that really what she wanted or did she just do it because she felt pressure on herself.
"It would be so much better if I never saw him again," she whispered to herself. Sirius heard her talk to herself.
"Hermione you don't deserve that...You should know that by now," Hermione looked into his grey eyes. He gazed into her brown as eyes, still not speaking.
"Thanks Sirius," Sirius gave her a small warm smile. He then did something she hadn't expected. He hugged her with much love.
"I always thought of you as a daughter...Even if you weren't my goddaughter or a good prankster," he whispered the last part, quite enough only for her to hear. She blushed and hit his arm.
"You were like my second dad. Always there for me when I couldn't contact my parents...," He kissed her on the forehead.
"And I'll always be there for you...From now on," she gave him a hug in return. He smiled through the hug.
"Now that we established that you're my new daughter, I need to teach you the marauderway," Hermione laughed at Sirius.
"I don't think so" Sirius gave her a pouted face but Hermione still shook her head no.
"Hermione," said a voice from behind both Padfoot and Hermione. They both turned their heads to see Grim.
"I have some news," he said, he ran towards them.
"What is it?," asked Fred.
"The leader gave me four time periods that Hermione can go to. Its her choice to chose which one she should go to. The first one is go back before you entered Hogwarts. The second one is to go back to your fourth year. The n theirs your sixth year. And lastly a week before you died. Its your choice...However you must remember that the past might be different because now your the girl-who-lived not Harry," Hermione didn't say anything.
"Well?"
"Fourth year, I will be able to save Cedric and maybe I can even save Professor Dumbledore."
"That's true...So is that your final choice," Grim asked.
"Yes," Grim smiled.
"Alright then, lets go," Grim took out both his hands.
"Everyone make a circle and hod hands." They all did as told. Hermione closed her eyes waiting to land in Hogwarts again. A wisp of wind hit the all and with a loud crash they disappeared.
"Hermione, Hermione," said a voice. Hermione opened her slightly but closed them again when she felt the sun burn her eyes.
"Come on Hermione! Wake up," exclaimed a voice that she couldn't quite remember. Hermione finally opened her eyes only to think she was having a nightmare.
"Ah!," she yelled. It was Pansy Parkinson.
"What are you doing here!," yelled Hermione. Pansy looked around the room confused.
"I sleep here, well in that bed," she pointed towards her bed. It was right besides Hermione.
"That's impossible," whispered Hermione.
"Herms are you alright?," she said in a worried tone.
"Yeah, I just feel tired. Had a bad dream," Pansy nodded.
"Well you should change or we'll be late for class," Pansy threw her, her clothes. Hermione gasped quietly when she saw how short her skirt was.
"Don't I have any other longer skirts?," asked Hermione still gaping.
"No, why would you?," Hermione only shook her head.
"Well this is a mini skirt," she hold up her skirt up to Pansy's face.
"I know we bought last time we went to Hogsmead...Hermione are you sure you'll alright?," Hermione nodded once again.
"Perfectly fine," Pansy gave her a smile and left the dorm.
"Okay, this is getting strange,"
Hermione walked to the Great Hall confused at what was going on. She didn't feel right especially wearing the skirt. Hermione looked at her robes. These robes were green and silver. The colors she had hated for years, she was now wearing. She didn't like this at all. She entered the Great Hall. She watched as every student was laughing or talking with friend. She anted to walk up to the Gryffindor table but she knew she couldn't.
"Hey, Hermione," said a voice. She turned to see Daphne Greengrass.
"I heard Pansy say that you felt sick this morning, are you alright," she asked. Hermione never thought that the Slytherins had hearts but she was being proved wrong.
"I had a bad dream t-that's all," Daphne noticed her stuttering but shrugged it off. Hermione followed Daphne to the Slytherin table where Pansy and many more were already eating. Blaise gave her a smile. Hermione gave him a fake smile.
"So now that you're feeling better lets go have some fun," said Pansy when classes were over. Hermione quirked her eyebrow but just watched. Pansy walked up to Ginny and purposely shoved her.
"I'm sorry Weasel! You better look where your going next time," she watched Ginny scowl. Hermione felt her stomach turn.
"Stop," she whispered to himself. Pansy kept smirking. Pansy then dropped Ginny's books to the floor.
"Pick them up muggle-lover," she said with a satisfied grin.
"Stop," Hermione said louder. Pansy still not paying attention to her faced Ginny.
"Is little Ginnnnnyyyy scared," her voice was high-pitched. It irritated Hermione.
"Stop," she said once more even though Pansy was not listening.
"I know how to make you feel better, go kiss your boyfriend Potter," Hermione felt the words sting.
"I said Stop!," yelled Hermione this time. Pansy and everyone in the halls watched.
"Herm-," began Pansy.
"I said stop. How would you like it if I did that to you?," she yelled fiercely feeling her blood boil.
"No one would, everyone's to scared to confront me."
"Who said I was," Hermione felt her magic from inside her.
"Please Herm-," started Daphne. Hermione still watched as Pansy looked at her a bit afraid. Hermione then went besides Ginny who whimpered a bit when she saw Hermione get close to her. She picked up Ginny's books and bag.
"Here," Hermione gave Ginny the bag.
"T-thanks," she stuttered and left running. Hermione turned back to Pansy feeling her magic calm down.
"Sorry," said Hermione.
"What happened?," asked Blaise. Hermione shrugged.
"I'm sorry Pansy," she felt the words slip out of her mouth but she didn't actually feel the purpose to forgive Pansy. Nor did she know why.
"What's wrong with you today?," asked Pansy in an angry tone.
"This dream, its really got me," Millicent sent her smile.
"You know you can tell us anything," Hermione nodded.
"Yeah I know,"