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Allons-y

She was about to blackout once more when she felt a hand on hers. Hermione then let the darkness take over.

Hermione ached all over but nowhere quite as bad as her head. It was pounding to the same rhythm as her pulse. She wanted to sit up, but her body refused to move, even her eyes were being stubborn and wouldn't open. From what she could tell she was lying in a bed. If Hermione could open her eyes to see where she was then she would open her ears. There were voices. It was difficult to tell how many maybe three it was hard to tell because they seemed to be echoing. She must have been in a big room. Trying and listening as hard as she could Hermione heard the first of the voices it was the voice of a woman and her accent was fairly thick. Scottish perhaps?

'She scared the life out of me honestly I couldn't believe it but firstly I must say she is just lucky I didn't jinx her' her voice was one that sounded genially concerned for Hermione so this woman had found her. No wonder her head ached if she fell from the sky. A deeper voice followed the woman's statement. His voice sounded deep and smoky in an attractive in a slightly mysterious way, however he mostly sounded annoyed.

'So a random woman wearing strange clothing drops from the sky so you call mister muscles here. Not just that you think it is a splendid idea to bring her inside, I mean honestly what kind of person does that' Hermione could not place where his accent came from and that thoroughly annoyed her more than anything, oh and the fact that he thought she was strange that's just rude.

'One who shows some compassion is who' said another soft silvery voice. Hermione liked this woman. She was not afraid of smoky man she sounded very clear, full of light, and pleasant. Hermione waned to open her eyes to see to whom each of these voices belonged to. Each sounded truly unique yet wonderful except for the man she kind of wanted to punch him Draco style. She wasn't sure when she slipped back into unconsciousness; she knew however she had when Harry and Ron were standing in front of her. Hermione smiled at her boys. They were saying something to her that she couldn't quite hear but before they turned to walk away from her she read their lips.

"We love and miss you Mione"

A tear escaped from Hermione's closed eyes

Hermione could feel something dripping into her ear. When she roused again the first thoughts to go through her mind was just how much time had passed since she had woken last time. Her body still felt heavy and she couldn't move her limbs. This seriously started to worry her. Hermione begged that is was just an Imobulous charm rather than a broken neck from her apparent fall from the sky. At least this time she could open her eyes this time. The amount of light that poured through the large stain glassed windows meant she had to open them slowly and squint a lot but at least they opened. All of her surroundings were so familiar. The silver framed cots that lined the room, the soft looking white linen that each bed was perfectly made with and the not so private dividers. Hermione knew exactly where she was. In her years as a student she had spent more than her fair share in this particular room especially being friends with two mischievous boys. It was the infirmary at Hogwarts. Had she managed to successfully travel back in time? Hermione's mind was reeling now she knew where she was. Hermione saw a woman of the corner of her eye. Her flaming red hair was hanging like a curtain by her face. She was humming a tune. 'Damn it' hormone did an internal groan 'a Weasley is by my bed' Hermione felt cheated all her hard work had gotten her nowhere. The woman turned as though to just quickly check on Hermione. The woman looked surprised that her eyes were open.

'You're not supposed to be awake yet' a woman had such beautiful deep green. Hermione tried so desperately to reply to this woman but she could not find her voice this woman was no Weasley she had ever met before. Hermione started to panic who the hell was she? The voice was the same soft silky voice she'd heard what felt like mere hours ago. Not knowing whom she was triggered Hermione's fight or flight response and all she could think of was getting the hell out of there. She began to thrash around in her bed. The red headed woman looked at her in a panic and called for someone else urgently.

'Rowe help me please something's wrong' she was quickly joined by another woman with beautiful dark hair.

'Please sweetheart you need to relax please otherwise we will have to knock you out again before we can actually help you' this was the Scottish woman. Even now she sounded so concerned; Hermione looked into her beautiful brown eyes and felt at ease. This woman's eyes reminded her of her mother. Hermione began to finally settle. Each witch one hand on her forehead and one on her stomach.

'Shh that's right love ok stay still please and you'll be able to move in three, two, one' Hermione felt the weight lift from her body but her head still ached. The woman helped Hermione sit up and once was sure she would not fall back took their hands away. This was the first time Hermione had, had the chance to properly each of the women were equally as beautiful as the other. The woman who was named "Rowe" seemed to be a naturally elegant woman; her fine features and her pale skin reminded Hermione of a classic Hollywood leading lady. Her dark brown easily surpassed her shoulder and fell in perfect ringlets around at her bust. This woman was in a beautiful floor length blue gown with trumpet sleeves and a squared neck line. The bodice and the sleeves were lined with a lighter blue iridescent fabric and around her neck was a crest with a bird of some kind. The red headed woman was equally as beautiful, her fair skin and rounded face was kind. Her hair was pinned back in a golden snood that had been decorated with some small pearls she was also elegantly dressed in a golden yellow dress with Juliet sleeves. The front panel had a corseted effect over a light brown panel. The bodice was lined with little pearls that matched her hairpiece.

'Now we have you settled again, I am Rowena Ravenclaw and this charming lady by my side is Helga, Helga Hufflepuff' Hermione's jaw dropped she couldn't believe, she'd done it 'would you mind introducing yourself, name if you don't mind' Hermione was doing internal cartwheels over her success. She'd done it standing by each side of her were Rowena freaking Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff. Helga handed Hermione a glass of pumpkin juice

'Just too wet the whistle first after all it has been a few days' accepting the glass Hermione was grateful, she truly couldn't remember the last time she had been so parched. It was a cold and gloriously welcomed sensation that ended much too quickly. Hermione was still ecstatic despite the dull ache in her head.

'Thank you very much and I am Hermione, Hermione Granger' both women looked at Hermione relieved that they had finally received a name from her. They then looked at each other not needing to speak a single syllable to know what the other was thinking. With a nod of her head Helga to the small cabinet that was near the nurse's desk. Rowena waited for Helga to return to her side before addressing Hermione again

'It's a true pleasure to meet you Miss Granger now I think if you are feeling strong enough we should get you into some appropriate clothing' The woman insist on making Hermione change as she was far too naked for another man to see her (Hermione was only in a pair of jeans and her favourite sweat shirt). If that was truly considered naked Hermione could only imagine what they'd say to the woman back in London. The woman waited patiently as they had Hermione strip completely and change into what was considered appropriate underwear. They then proceeded to help her into her gown. The dress was one unlike Hermione had ever worn before and that was partly because she preferred to wear pants. The dress was made from a creamy golden gown with three quarter length sleeves had intricate embroidery all over and corseted back. The portrait neck line allowed for just a small amount of cleavage to be shown. Helga was left to try and tame Hermione's wild locks. Rowena sat in a chair opposite her. Rowena looked as though something was truly worrying her.

'What is it' Hermione asked wondering what could have the brightest witch of this age so concerned

'The mark on your arm the one that says mud blood how did you get such a mark' Hermione had forgotten about it in the two years since it was savagely carved into her arm.

'A woman named Bellatrix Lastrange held me down and tortured me, she was under the impression that I had stolen from her. When I told her that I had not stolen anything from her, she told me I was lying and decided that I needed to be punished until I her version of the "truth"' Helga placed a caring hand on Hermione's shoulder 'but in the end I was saved thanks to my two best friends" Hermione gave Rowena a meek smile. Helga's voice startled Hermione

'well at least those times are behind you dearest and I am also pleased to say that I have managed to tame your hair, there are several potions in there and now I truly hope you like it as it is somewhat permanent' Passing Hermione the mirror she was in awe of the person staring back at her. The one monstrosity that was her hair sat in loose curls by her face except for a series of intricate braids that started at her temples.

'Now I shall send word the gentlemen to meet us in the hall, so that our guest can answer all the questions at once rather than repeating them to each of us' with a flick of her wand a magnificent patronus of an eagle burst from its tip 'tell them to meet us go now' the bird nodded to its conjurer, just as quickly as it had appeared in was gone.

Each of the ladies linked their arms through Hermione's arms. As the women lead Hermione through the castle the only noises that echo throughout the halls were the clicking of their shoes on the now not so ancient concrete slabs. Helga whom was on her left was explaining that the students were not due back for another two weeks so as for dropping from the sky Hermione had picked a fairly good time. She smiled so broadly at Hermione and for the first time in her years Hermione smiled back without effort. Rowena on the left of her began explaining the ways of the castle and how she had bewitched the stairs recently and also how this was one of her favourite times of the years especially because it is when she could marvel at just how much they had all accomplished in a matter of years.

Entering the great hall was a strange moment for Hermione. Everything was so familiar yet it was different. All the house tables were pushed up against the walls and the candles were burning low, but as Hermione looked up there was something missing. The celling had not been charmed yet to reflect the sky. She made a note to suggest it to Rowena. The great hall seemed so much larger to her now with the only table set up being the professors. A man was sitting on the long table directly in the centre. As the woman approached they let go of Hermione's arms and she suddenly found herself being very nervous. Everything she'd spent months working on had come down to these moments. The man she knew to be Godric jumped down with an unprecedented grace given his size. Hermione couldn't believe how brawny this man was. She could easily see the defined muscles behind the simple white linen shirt that had been tucked in to a pair of red long trousers. The man came straight up to her bowed took her hand and kissed it. Hermione could feel the blush rolling across her cheeks. He was not really how the pictures in her history books had described him. They were right about him being good looking, but to the extent they were wrong. His scalped face matches the fineness of his body. That that she was looking at the fineness of his body or anything.

'Hermione this is Godric he is the head of the Gryffindor house here, and the man you see sulking over by the pillar is Salazar' the man sulking in the corner was not at all whom history has described Slytherin was supposed to be gaunt with a long grey beard and pale grey eyes. The lean athletically built man had a handsome face with light blue eyes and dark black hair. He was dressed in a satin green wing collared shirt and a grey fur lined tunic, which matched his grey trousers. Taking in his appearance Hermione could not believe how wrong some of the books had been.

'It's a pleasure to finally meet you love, now that you are appropriately dressed and all' Godric's gravelly voice brought Hermione back to herself. She must have looked incredibly strange just staring at Slytherin. Besides she should not be staring at him to start with.

'So now you know who we are how about you tell us who the hell you are' His deep and smoky echoed through the hall. She remembers the voice from the hospital and was not shocked in the least that the same rudeness resided within it. She had to quickly calm herself otherwise things would not end so well for her. Amongst the history books she read of Slytherins accomplished duelling skills.

'Salazar please show at least a little decorum' Rowena seemed embarrassed by his harsh towards Hermione and Helga had placed her hand upon her face and shook her head, however Hermione was not at all surprised in fact she expected nothing less from the pureblood supremacist. Hermione raised her hand as if to signal that she was fine to the two female house leaders

'It's ok really, I sir am Hermione Jean Granger' before Slytherin could open his mouth to comment on her imperative tone Godric cut him off. Hermione guessed he would rather try and avoid any kind of confrontation which evolved duelling if they could.

'Well Miss Granger how about you tell us about yourself in particular how you came to be unconscious on our school grounds'

Hermione then began to explain how she was from the future and was in need of a fresh start so she spent a large amount of time deciding on coming back to when magic was just being explored as she was an avid learner. She wondered if any magic had been lost in the thousand years, that's she thought that this time when Hogwarts was still fairly new she could learn something new and exciting from each of its famous founders not to mention that she was a previous student at the famous magical school. She also told them of how she had spent months developing a spell to manipulate her time turner.

'Which house did you belong to dear' the curiosity had peaked in Helga's beautiful green eyes

'Is it not obvious she is a Ravenclaw dedication to study not to mention the creativity that comes with her spell work, this young lady was a Ravenclaw?' Hermione laughed as she sat on the step leading to the professors table

'I'm sorry my lady but I actually belonged to Gryffindor though the hat said I would flourish also in Ravenclaw' Godric began to chuckle next to Hermione

'I can see the qualities you speak of Rowe however it truly does take a brave soul to come back to an unknown time to unknown people from everything you know and hold dear' three of the four founders seemed intrigued in Hermione and her story one however (and unsurprisingly) seemed disinterested and almost threatened by her. As if on cue the wet blanket amongst them practically shouted at them all.

'Please someone ask the obvious question why the need for the fresh start, did you kill someone or perhaps you were jilted and couldn't bear the thought of being close to him '? Godric, Rowena and Helga all looked from the obnoxious man to Hermione pleading with her to please forgive him. Hermione stood with some difficulty given the sheer amount of layers of her skirt. Turning and facing the man to whom she was here for she never backed down from his menacing glare. She was Hermione freaking Granger.

'I needed it because I'd lost everyone I'd ever cared for you insensitive jerk ' everyone was silent for a matter of moments, Hermione could have sworn that she saw some sympathy and understanding sweep across the snakes face, it was only for a second though. Helga came and stood by her side she truly was a friend to all. Slytherins voice echoed again through the magnificent hall.

'I have grown bored with this now I will be in the dungeons, I bid you all a due until dinner, ladies Godric, Granger' with a tilt of his head Salazar headed for the door behind the teachers table.

'Well isn't he all sun shine and lollypops' Hermione didn't realise just how twisted this man was. Each of his fellow founders seemed to be offended as well as cautious of the rebellious leader of the Slytherin house, but Helga in true Hufflepuff style stood up for Salazar and his menacing ways bringing it down to the fact that she was still unknown to him.

'He'll warm to you just wait give him time you'll see he is really not that bad (Hermione knew otherwise but smiled anyways) now as for you accommodations young lady, see you at dinner Godric' the ladies each linked an arm through Hermione's once more and escorted her from the great hall.

Hermione was unsure of what was going to happen next but one thing was for sure she knew why she was here.

What was your favourite part?

And what happened to the time turner and Hermione's beaded bag?

And for those who are interested the people I see for each of the founders are:

Gemma Arterton (Rowena) Chris Hemsworth (Godric) Karen Gillian (Helga) and Ian Somerhalder (Salazar)

Until next time Allons-y