Disclaimer: All characters and everything you recognize are by JK Rowling.
Hermione was floating in a room full of gold particles. She felt them sticking to her skin and felt like being pricked with needles. She screamed but she cannot hear her voice. She heard people laughing loudly as more particles fill the room and it got harder for her to breathe.
Hermione shot up her bed. She waited her breathing to normalize as she was panting. It was too early that everyone was still asleep. The dream bothered her so much that she cannot go back to sleep.
Ignorance is bliss, they said. If this terrible feeling is bliss then they're ignorant.
She picked up a book she got from the library when she talked to Myrtle. She sighed remembering she obviously messed up with the time line.
The book was about Wizard ancestries. The talk about blood purity in Hogwarts seemed to be a big deal and that piqued her interest. Hermione also hoped to see her relatives' name. She was contented with what she has now but as she accepts her situation, she feels like losing her old self. She scanned through the pages until she reached the last.
No "Granger"s, huh? Does that mean I'm a muggleborn? Does it even matter?
Hermione grunted in frustration. She just discovered something about herself, and it opened a lot more questions.
Why am I here?
The Great Hall was buzzing as usual. Hermione sat down Olive and Alice. She listened to Olive ranting about almost anything and Alice spilling about the latest gossip. They suddenly stopped talking as they stared pass Hermione. She looked around to see Myrtle smiling shyly.
"Hi, Hermione! I was just wondering if I could sit with you," Myrtle said.
"Sure." Hermione answered as Olive glared at her. Olive started whispering something to Alice, as Hermione helped Myrtle take a seat.
The breakfast turned out as usual, except that Olive did not seem to enjoy Myrtle's company.
Hermione went in her Charms classroom when she saw Tom Riddle reading a book beside an empty seat where he dumped his bag on. It was not really dumped into the seat. In fact, it was neatly placed as Hermione noted how much of a neat freak he is. Hermione was irritated how he seems to have control on everything, so she pushed his bag away and seated next to him.
Tom Riddle blinked a few times at her. That was the only hint of his surprise. His face kept that usual stoic, haughty look.
"Excuse me. My friend, Malfoy, will be sitting there. See, he told me to save his seat by putting my bag there. It seems I'm not the only one who doesn't know how it works," Tom said in a very calm tone that it almost scared Hermione for reasons she does not know. She ignored how she found it funny that he does not know how to save a seat.
"Friend? Is that what you call him? People don't get their friends in detention. It seems saving a seat isn't the only thing you don't know."
" His detention was all his fault. He did curse the student."
"What about you? I saw you! You were in it too."
"You saw that, huh? Well, Granger, I think it is better to keep your mouth shut for this one."
"No, you can't tell me what to do!" she shouted. The whole room was silent.
What Hermione began to realize was that as she was talking to Riddle, their professor went in and started the discussion.
"Miss Granger! I would not have that attitude in my class. 10 points from Gryffindor for disrupting my class and questioning my authority. You'll see me after class, Miss Granger," the professor bellowed.
"Even if I was not there, he would have cursed that student and got into detention. I just joined in the fun. That's all," Riddle continued like he heard nothing.
"How everybody cannot see that you are scary is beyond me."
"Oh, a lot of them know, but only brave fools point it out."
"Such arrogance!"
"Another 5 points from Gryffindor. Thanks to Miss Granger for interrupting my class," the glaring professor said.
Author's note: Hellooo! Sorry this short chpter took so long and probably the next chapters will too. Hehe I've been busy. Love you all mwa
