Hello from the dead, everyone! Gosh, it's been too long, huh? I got lost on the way of life... Just kidding. But I'm back? I'll probably update randomly. I'm busy with college, but I'll try to write as much as possible. Kinda hit writer's block recently. Adding in my OC help a bit though.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, except for my OC.


"Hermione Jean Granger! Stop reading and go do your chores! The garden won't rid itself of weeds!" A 5 year old Hermione jumps in surprise from her seat on the floor.

"Yes, Megan!"

"That's Miss Megan to you!"

The scene changed and focus is brought back to her, a year older. Hiding in the shadow of a tree in the backyard, she is playing with the grass. Suddenly, she gets dirt thrown at her face.

"Hey Freak!"

"Hey John." she said, wiping the dirt away, frowning.

"Mom said to get you back inside and into your room, 'cause we're leaving for the party soon!"

As she entered the house, it transitions to her room. It was a normal room, but it was the bare minimum needed to be called a bedroom. A simple bed with white sheet and a thin blanket, a bedside table with a lamp, a small window, a desk and a chair in the corner. The only special thing was a bookshelf in the other corner of the room, jammed packed with all sort of books.

She is now 7 years old. Her door slams open, with a thin, yet clearly angry man.

"You're late! Dinner was supposed to be ready a minute ago!"

His eyes then narrow.

"Reading a book again, huh? If you're late again, I'm going to burn them. No more reason to be tardy! Damn Freak."

Her eyes open wide as she jumps up and runs out of the room towards the kitchen, ignoring the last remark.

Soon, all she hears are shouts as darkness takes over. In an instant, however, she is blinded by bright light.

As she wakes up, the first thing she noticed is that the walls are pure white, unlike the brown walls of the room she grew up in.

"Goodwill!"

Turning her eyes towards the shout, she gets flooded by memories. Right, she was stuck in the past with a fake name and….

She shot up, and immediately regretted it. Her whole body felt sore, and was too weak to stop the people pushing her back down to lay on her back.

"You need more rest!"

Turning her head, she sees Alphard. He very clearly looks worried, while Orion, on the other side of the bed, has a straight face. His eyes betray him though, as you can see he is as worried as his cousin. She noticed that Ignis and Abraxas were at the bed just besides hers, where she assumed Tom lied.

"How-How long was I out?" She croaked. Merlin, her throat was dry.

"2 days." said Orion, passing her a glass of water.

She drank the whole glass within seconds.

"Is Tom awake as well?"

"Oh? Did I hit your head, Harmony? You always call me Riddle."

She could hear the smirk.

"I'm pretty sure I punched you first. You sure you still have those memories intact?"

A weak blow, but that was all the Chosen One could think of at the moment.

"Oh, my memories are fine. In fact, I remember you using hexes. Most are them are never used by Light wizards."

"Where I come from, they are quite useful. Seeing where we are right now, would you say so?"

"Touché. You are a strange witch, Harmony."

"As are you, Tom."

There was an intensity, both with different tones. One with interest, the other with light hostility.

The Knights of Walpurgis listened to their banter. Alphard was smirking, amusement shining in his eyes. Orion had a shadow of a smile, keeping as much of a poker face as humanly possible. Ignis was quietly chuckling, turning away from Tom. Abraxas was smiling, and seemed to be analyzing the situation. It was strange yet oddly refreshing to see someone banter with their lord.

Poppy Pomfrey then walked in from the office.

"Time is up for visitors! These two need rest if they want to leave soon."

Hermione's eyes widen, seeing a younger Madam Pomfrey right in front of her. She might never get over seeing the staff that she had in this time period. From her robes, she knew she was still a student. Hufflepuff, it seemed.

Both of them stayed mostly silent as Poppy gave them tea mixed with the Dreamless sleep potion.

Next morning, Hermione wakes up to the sound of birds chirping by the window above her. Casting a wordless and wandless Tempus which tells her it's only 5am, she then turns her head towards Tom's bed. He seems to still be asleep. If she was being 100% honest, the Slytherin Heir wasn't bad looking at all. Actually, she could even say he was the best looking bloke she had seen.

"Staring is rude, Harmony."

She started, groaning as some skin was still regrowing from her burns.

"You could had say something earlier if you were awake, Riddle. And don't call me Harmony."

"Why so cold? Doesn't fighting strengthen a relationship?"

"What relationship? Classmates?"

"I was thinking friends, but classmate is a start."

She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Change of subject, you seem to have quite strong glamors if Pomfrey didn't see your scars. Yet I can see through them…"

"I refuse to answer. It's seriously none of your business." She needed to start using other glamors. Parseltongue spells were great, but not very effective against other parseltongue speakers.

"Did you get them in France?"

"Drop the subject. I won't be answering any time soon."

The conversation dies down and silence fills the room.

After 2 hours, they both hear someone come in the hospital wing.

"Madame Thompson, I need the usual!"

The girl was wearing quidditch robes, her black hair tied in a high ponytail. She was carrying a broom in one hand, with a Beater's bat tucked under her armpit, her other arm clearly broken. Despite this, she was grinning and with her sharp canines, it looked like a cat grinning.

The matron of the hospital wing came out of her office, a scowl on her face.

"It really wouldn't hurt you to sleep in on weekends instead of practicing, Ms. Lightwood. In fact, you wouldn't have a broken arm because of a Bludger if you weren't."

"Nah, I just gotta do my best so we win our next match! The day I'll stop practicing is the day I stop playing quidditch and that's years from now!" She said as she walked over to an empty bed and plop down on it, drinking the potion Madame Thompson gave her. That bed just happened to be next to Hermione's and her curtain weren't drawn, so they could both see one other.

"I see you woke up, Transfer Student! Apologies for the late introduction, but I'm either busy with other stuff or you're with Riddle. My name is Leila Lightwood. Nice to meet you!"

"Harmony Goodwill. Nice to meet you too." Hermione was pretty sure she had seen her somewhere more than once, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"But man, you sure are a loner, huh? You're barely in the dorms, and when you are your curtain are drawn for privacy!"

Ah. Right. She really needed to clear her mind once she gets out of the hospital wing. Leila was in the same year as her. She didn't need to make friends here though, seeing as she was going to go back to her time the moment she figured out how.

"It was quite the ordeal, cleaning up the room, you know? It's a good thing my mum taught me restoration charms. The girls and I could had ask the house elves, but we decided it could be an opportunity to practice some spells."

She paused, and then looked at Hermione seriously.

"A piece of advice before I leave for breakfast. Be careful of the other girls. They're none too happy to see Riddle being interested in you."

Hermione frowned, but nodded nonetheless. Smiling, Leila left the hospital room.

That afternoon, they were allowed to leave, but with a stern warning to not duel again.

As the Girl-Who-Lived entered the Great Hall, she was met with glares from the female students as the males looked away. She brushed it away, not wanting to deal with it at the moment, seeing as she did just come back from the hospital , she was approached by a group of girls let by a brunette who swung her hips as she walked. They were Slytherins, with various age groups.

"Harmony Goodwill."

"That's me. To whom do I owe this pleasure to?"

"Amanda Jones."

Leila's warning pass by her head as she took a defensive stance.

"Well then, Jones, care to explain what you want with me?"

"I'd suggest you'd stay away from Tom." To which the rest nodded to.

"Tom? My, do you sound close to him! Believe me, I couldn't care any less about Riddle. If anything, he's more interested in me than I him. Besides, who are you to say who I want to spend my time with?"

"Just stay away from him. This is your first and final warning." She said, harrumphing to her statement.

They then proceeded to walk out of the Great Hall. Hermione went and took a seat at the Slytherin table. Not too long after, Leila sat besides her.

"See what I meant, Goodwill?"

"Yeah, but I can take care of it by myself. Jones seemed like someone who talks the talk but can't walk the walk. I feel like she would whine about a broken nail during a duel."

At that, Leila laughed.

"She actually did during 2nd grade! She was all like, "But I just got them polished! How dare you break them!". Oh boy, was it ridiculous! If she was actually duelling, she'd lose in a heartbeat! Oh, and I forgot to tell you something else in the hospital wing. We were paired as partners from the upcoming project in Potions. Gotta choose a potion to research and enhance. I was thinking about making the Dreamless Sleep potion into a lucid dreaming one!"

"That certainly does sound interesting. Have any ingredients in mind?"

They spent the rest of the day discussing it, even while getting ready for bed.

Hermione wasn't expecting to make a friend in this time, but Leila was slowly growing on her.

Surprisingly, Tom left her mostly alone after the incident, keeping his fan group away from her as well.

A month came and went, bringing with it the end of year exams. School was over for the year, and Ravenclaw won the house cup.

Borrowing around 5 books from Hogwarts's library with Professor Dumbledore permission, she welcomed Summer Break in another time.