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Hermione got herself gingerly off the floor, checking for bumps and bruises. Thankfully she didn't have any, but the strangest feeling hung over her, like a rain cloud. She felt as if she had just travelled through time.She was about to ponder this when two low moans to her left signalled that she wasn't alone. They sounded oddly familiar and her suspicions were confirmed when one of them spoke.
"Oh my God! Where are we?!"
"Ginny?"
"Hermione?"
The two girls looked each other with puzzled expressions on their faces. Some spat on the ground behind them and Hermione whirled around. "You?!" she cried disbelievingly. "What the hell are you doing here?"
The sleek-blond haired boy replied saying, "I was about to ask you the same question Granger." Draco eyed their surroundings scornfully. "Where is everyone?"
They turned around and discovered that there was in fact, nobody there. They weren't even in the Great Hall anymore. They appeared to be standing in a deserted corridor. Hermione gulped. She didn't want to think about what would happen if her fears were true.
"Well Granger, seeing as how it's you fault that we're here, I'd advise that you take us back," said Draco scathingly.
It was as if a volcano had erupted inside of her. Hermione all dignity forgotten was crimson in the face from screaming. "MY FAULT?" screeched Hermione, her body quaking with anger, "YOU'RE THE BASTARD WHO BROKE MY TIME-TURNER, THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"
And so began a heated argument involving a lot of swearing and cursing on everyone's part, nobody even noticed the dark-haired bespectacled boy walking down the corridor.
"IF YOU HADN'T GRABBED MY NECKLACE!"
WELL IF WEASEL HADN'T TRIED TO ATTACK ME!"
"KEEP MY BROTHER OUT OF THIS!
"Excuse me?" a fourth voice interjected.
The arguing continued.
"Excuse me?" The voice persisted.
"EXCUSE ME?!?!"
The fighting stopped and they turned to face a gangly boy of 16 with jet-black, messy hair.
"Oh Harry! Thank God! We thought we'd ended up in some other time," flounced Hermione, her voice evident with relief.
"For once Crackpot," snarled Draco, "I'm happy to see you, but not for the reasons you're thinking of."
The boy looked terribly affronted. "Me a Crackpot?!" he asked incredulously but there was a hint of humour behind his voice. "By the way, my name's not Harry."
Hermione's mouth fell open wide in shock and she clamped a hand to her mouth, slightly hyperventilating. Of course this boy wasn't Harry, he had green eyes. The eyes staring back at her were hazel.
She dropped her gaze and looked at the floor. The boy however didn't seem to notice. "My name's James," he said extending his hand, "James Potter."
Draco jumped back, as if electrocuted. Ginny choked and froze. Hermione mumbled something, still looking at the ground. James felt terribly confused but tried not to show it. He brushed the feeling aside. "I was just wondering why you were arguing," he said making a brave stab at conversation, "So, what are your names?"
Hermione stood rooted to the spot. "Er...Hermione, Hermione Watson."
The other two followed her lead.
"Virginia Turnbull," said Ginny, offering James her slightly shaky hand.
"Draco Felton," replied Malfoy, who was still white from shock.
"I must say," said James after shaking all their hands (Malfoy was very reluctant), "I've never seen you before, which house are you in?"
Hermione quickly thought up a story. "We're Auror's in training from Durmstang. We've been sent here as part of our job training and Virginia here is Dumbledore's great niece." Hermione bit her lip wondering if the tale was viable. "We're in fact lost," she added. Ginny looked slightly stunned but nodded meekly to say that she understood. Draco's scowl deepened.
James however happened to believe their story. "Well I'll take you to Dumbledore's office. But just so you know this corridor is out of bounds but me and my mates always bend the rules a little," he said with a wink. They followed him towards the Headmaster's office.
James pondered for a while outside the office muttered to him self. It was evident to the other three that he was trying to remember the password. "Ah, now I remember, Bertie Bott's Ever Flavour Beans!"
The stone gargoyles sprang to life admitting them to a foyer. In the middle of a the foyer was a large winding staircase. Before they went up it James, much to the dislike of Malfoy, tapped Draco on the shoulder.
"I'm ah, not exactly supposed to know the password, so er..if you could not tell Dumbledore just how you got in, it would be much appreciated." He dashed out of the door and the gargoyles returned to their normal, stiff state. The three went up the stairs to meet the headmaster.
~*~
"So this is your story?" mused Dumbledore, resting his fingertips together. He looked at the 3 people sitting in front of him. One had lots of bushy brown hair, one of them looked distinctly like a Slytherin first- year Dumbledore knew the name of but couldn't recall and one of them looked very much like a Weasley.
"Well," said Dumbledore getting up and pacing the room, "I believe you and since you have already told one of our students that you are Aurors in training then you must stick to that story as well as your new identities. Unfortunately I cannot send you back straight away as time- turners are fairly scarce now, so you will have to be sorted and presume your classes. I will have your schedules sent to you in the morning through the prefects of your house and all the supplies you will require. You may go to dinner now."
They all stood up but Hermione needed to ask the question that had been gnawing away at her for the past couple of hours. "Excuse me Proffesor?"
"Yes Ms. Watson?"
"Um...what year is this?"
"The year is 1976," replied Dumbledore. (I might have screwed the dates up so sorry!)
"Thank-you Professor," said Hermione and they walked out to the Great Hall wondering what the future would hold.
Ok guys I know the plot so far has been pretty basic but I promise to include more in other chapters! Please r/r!!!
Hermione got herself gingerly off the floor, checking for bumps and bruises. Thankfully she didn't have any, but the strangest feeling hung over her, like a rain cloud. She felt as if she had just travelled through time.She was about to ponder this when two low moans to her left signalled that she wasn't alone. They sounded oddly familiar and her suspicions were confirmed when one of them spoke.
"Oh my God! Where are we?!"
"Ginny?"
"Hermione?"
The two girls looked each other with puzzled expressions on their faces. Some spat on the ground behind them and Hermione whirled around. "You?!" she cried disbelievingly. "What the hell are you doing here?"
The sleek-blond haired boy replied saying, "I was about to ask you the same question Granger." Draco eyed their surroundings scornfully. "Where is everyone?"
They turned around and discovered that there was in fact, nobody there. They weren't even in the Great Hall anymore. They appeared to be standing in a deserted corridor. Hermione gulped. She didn't want to think about what would happen if her fears were true.
"Well Granger, seeing as how it's you fault that we're here, I'd advise that you take us back," said Draco scathingly.
It was as if a volcano had erupted inside of her. Hermione all dignity forgotten was crimson in the face from screaming. "MY FAULT?" screeched Hermione, her body quaking with anger, "YOU'RE THE BASTARD WHO BROKE MY TIME-TURNER, THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"
And so began a heated argument involving a lot of swearing and cursing on everyone's part, nobody even noticed the dark-haired bespectacled boy walking down the corridor.
"IF YOU HADN'T GRABBED MY NECKLACE!"
WELL IF WEASEL HADN'T TRIED TO ATTACK ME!"
"KEEP MY BROTHER OUT OF THIS!
"Excuse me?" a fourth voice interjected.
The arguing continued.
"Excuse me?" The voice persisted.
"EXCUSE ME?!?!"
The fighting stopped and they turned to face a gangly boy of 16 with jet-black, messy hair.
"Oh Harry! Thank God! We thought we'd ended up in some other time," flounced Hermione, her voice evident with relief.
"For once Crackpot," snarled Draco, "I'm happy to see you, but not for the reasons you're thinking of."
The boy looked terribly affronted. "Me a Crackpot?!" he asked incredulously but there was a hint of humour behind his voice. "By the way, my name's not Harry."
Hermione's mouth fell open wide in shock and she clamped a hand to her mouth, slightly hyperventilating. Of course this boy wasn't Harry, he had green eyes. The eyes staring back at her were hazel.
She dropped her gaze and looked at the floor. The boy however didn't seem to notice. "My name's James," he said extending his hand, "James Potter."
Draco jumped back, as if electrocuted. Ginny choked and froze. Hermione mumbled something, still looking at the ground. James felt terribly confused but tried not to show it. He brushed the feeling aside. "I was just wondering why you were arguing," he said making a brave stab at conversation, "So, what are your names?"
Hermione stood rooted to the spot. "Er...Hermione, Hermione Watson."
The other two followed her lead.
"Virginia Turnbull," said Ginny, offering James her slightly shaky hand.
"Draco Felton," replied Malfoy, who was still white from shock.
"I must say," said James after shaking all their hands (Malfoy was very reluctant), "I've never seen you before, which house are you in?"
Hermione quickly thought up a story. "We're Auror's in training from Durmstang. We've been sent here as part of our job training and Virginia here is Dumbledore's great niece." Hermione bit her lip wondering if the tale was viable. "We're in fact lost," she added. Ginny looked slightly stunned but nodded meekly to say that she understood. Draco's scowl deepened.
James however happened to believe their story. "Well I'll take you to Dumbledore's office. But just so you know this corridor is out of bounds but me and my mates always bend the rules a little," he said with a wink. They followed him towards the Headmaster's office.
James pondered for a while outside the office muttered to him self. It was evident to the other three that he was trying to remember the password. "Ah, now I remember, Bertie Bott's Ever Flavour Beans!"
The stone gargoyles sprang to life admitting them to a foyer. In the middle of a the foyer was a large winding staircase. Before they went up it James, much to the dislike of Malfoy, tapped Draco on the shoulder.
"I'm ah, not exactly supposed to know the password, so er..if you could not tell Dumbledore just how you got in, it would be much appreciated." He dashed out of the door and the gargoyles returned to their normal, stiff state. The three went up the stairs to meet the headmaster.
~*~
"So this is your story?" mused Dumbledore, resting his fingertips together. He looked at the 3 people sitting in front of him. One had lots of bushy brown hair, one of them looked distinctly like a Slytherin first- year Dumbledore knew the name of but couldn't recall and one of them looked very much like a Weasley.
"Well," said Dumbledore getting up and pacing the room, "I believe you and since you have already told one of our students that you are Aurors in training then you must stick to that story as well as your new identities. Unfortunately I cannot send you back straight away as time- turners are fairly scarce now, so you will have to be sorted and presume your classes. I will have your schedules sent to you in the morning through the prefects of your house and all the supplies you will require. You may go to dinner now."
They all stood up but Hermione needed to ask the question that had been gnawing away at her for the past couple of hours. "Excuse me Proffesor?"
"Yes Ms. Watson?"
"Um...what year is this?"
"The year is 1976," replied Dumbledore. (I might have screwed the dates up so sorry!)
"Thank-you Professor," said Hermione and they walked out to the Great Hall wondering what the future would hold.
Ok guys I know the plot so far has been pretty basic but I promise to include more in other chapters! Please r/r!!!