Changing Times

-by Zille

A/N: Hi, I'm back! Sorry, I know I haven't updated in a while, but I have been so busy with my new domain. (Yes, I got a domain!!! www.except-for-bunnies.com ... I won't have a HP site there, though, but I have a Buffy site, an Alyson Hannigan site, and (soon) I have the official Joey/Phoebe (Friends) Fanlisting there as well.)

THIS CHAPTER IS UPDATED; AND I MADE A FEW CHANGES!!!

Note:

hermioneharry4ever = Thanks for reviewing again! And what a great idea!!! Who knows, I might use it. :) Thanks!
Draco's Princess = Hey, I can make one of those too!!! And look; Goofy: =.:
Rachel J. A. = Thank you. I don't know yet. He obviously like the older Hermione because she reminds him of Hermione... how keen. :)
Amy Potter = Hi again Amy... Thank you, I'm starting to like it too... Well, not this chapter, it kind of sucks, but the rest of the story... There will be some H/H interaction, but yes, only the fifth year Hermione. As for the rest, you just have to wait and see...
E. C. R. Potter = Hi again! Thank you, and I'm continuing right now... :)
Divastar = Wasn't that obvious??? I know what you mean, I hate cliffhangers too... but it is fun making them. *LoL*
Daya = Thanks, I can never hear that enough... *LoL* I will keep writing, just hang on.

Thanks to all of you very kind reviewers out there!

If you have questions regarding this fic, please email me at wwwzille@yahoo.com, or review. (!)

I am in some serious need of help... I have absolutely no idea about what to do with this fic... Currently, I am desperately trying to come up with a continuation for my surprisingly popular fic; "Love Her", and I really can't seem to figure out something exciting... or at all for neither of my fics. So please, if someone has any ideas, please review and tell me in the comments box. You can also email me if you like. But PLEEEEASE; if you have any ideas at all...

I am totally aware of the amount of the word 'God' in the previous chapter... Well, Hermione often says stuff like "Thank God," or "Oh God, help me..." and I have to use the word. Sorry if I'm stepping on someone's toes here... I swear; I'm very sorry.

Again, I am using the name Nancy Lochiavo without asking, but I really haven't seen her since I was five... And quite frankly, I'm not so sure that anyone from Italy is reading this... But if you are, and if you know her, then I'm sorry. Please don't sue. Hi, Eleonora & Bear!!!

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Chapter 5= Justice!

Luck. It's a funny thing, don't you think? First, I get stuck with Ginny's class, which were *that* close to figure it out... And, now, guess which class is on it's way down here... the fifth years. And, as if things weren't bad enough, I am teaching both the Gryffindors and the Slytherins... that is just great in the most ironic sense of the word.

Why aren't they coming...? They are already five minutes late. It's probably Snape holding them back. He has always wanted to teach the Dark Arts, and, once again, it went to someone else. Oh, I think they're coming now... yes, it's them. They slowly take their seats while they examine me closely. And there I am, too... tiny me, I mean. I'm sitting right between Ron and Harry. Oh, this is going to be hard... How are they not going to know??? Ron and, most especially, Harry, know me by heart. And I haven't changed *that* much.

"Good morning, class. I am Nancy Lochiavo, your new teacher in the 'Defence of the Dark Arts'. You can call me Nancy, as the last name thing makes me feel so old, " I say that with a little smile. And it works; the class, or at least the Gryffindors, laugh a little. "Anyway, I am going to say your names now, and when you hear them, you say 'here', so I know who's who," I say, trying to hide a little chuckle. Like I don't know everyone's names... I've known them for seven years. Well, they don't know that, but still...

(A/N: Okay, I can't remember everyone's names, and there are probably a lot more students at Gryffindor and Slytherin, and I am probably going to say some wrong names... Please forgive me. Also, I can't remember which if Dean Thomas belongs to the fifth grade or the seventh grade with Fred and George... But I'll just have him here.)

"Brown, Lavender; Gryffindor," I say with a little smile, when Rom immediately blushes.

"Here," Lavender says. She is sitting next to Parvati, of course. No one can split them up.

"Bulstrode, Millicent, Slytherin," Disgust. Stupid, stupid girl!!! Best as I tried to turn into her, I got cat hair... Ok, not excactly her fault, but still... Oh, and she was the first student to go to Slytherin. Not that that is not totally irrelevant, but I just remembered...

"Here," she says, while staring at a spider in the left corner of the class.

"Crabbe, Vincent, Slytherin" EW!

"Here," he growls.

"Okay... Finnigan, Seamus, Gryffindor," I say. I know him; he's Harry and Ron's roommate. (A/N: Okay, then Dean Thomas must be their other roommate.)

"Here," he says.

"Longbottom, Neville, Gryffindor," I say.

"Here," he says quietly.

"Malfoy, Draco, Slytherin," I say, my voice not completely without disgust.

"Here," he says, with his usual, annoying voice.

"Goyle, Gregory, Slytherin," Grr! I *don't* like him!

"Here," he says.

Here it goes... "Granger, Hermione; Gryffindor," I say. I am just about to yell 'here' myself, when I realize that I am not Hermione... At least not that Hermione I mean, I am Hermione, but I am not the Hermione at Hogwarts. Except that I am at Hogwarts Never mind.

"Here," I say. Uh, she says...

"Patil, Parvati, Gryffindor," I say, trying to escape my, uh, her, uh, Hermione's stare.

"Here," Parvati says.

"Potter, Harry; Gryffindor," I say, almost in a whisper. I try to avoid his stare. Don't look at me Harry, don't look at me...'

"H-Here," he says. It looks like he doesn't really know where to look.

"Weasley, Ronald, Gryffindor," I say, very quickly. If I didn't know that I couldn't possibly do it, I would have given him a big hug right there. God, it is good seeing Ron again. Harry, too, but that is very much different. I try not to think about it.

"Here," Ron says, not taking his gaze off Lavender.

"Zabini, Blaise, Slytherin," was the last person to put on the Sorting Hat, and she is the last person on my list.

"Here," she says.

Okay, done... finally... "Okay, I guess that was it. Now, I don't know where your last teacher left you, but I have prepared a few things-" big lie, big lie, "-that we can begin with. Now, can anyone tell me where we left off? Hermione?" I could just as well as her before she throws her hand in the air.

"Okay, professor. We reached page 345 in 'The Great Book of Deadly Spells', and-"

"Uh, Hermione..." Ron whispers to her, finally letting go of his gaze. "We only reached page 18. You read ahead, remember?"

"Uh... right. Page 18, professor Lo- I mean Nancy."

"Thank you Hermione," I say with a smile. I have changed my voice a little bit, in fear that someone will recognize it. But on the other hand, if I got a new teacher that reminded about me, I would just be happy. But still... "You can just start to read -where ever you are in the book-, and I will go get something. That was my chance to get out of here for a little while. Just to figure out what exactly to teach them. "I will see you in a little while," I say, exiting the class.

"Okay," I tell myself as soon as I am outside. "You're going to be fine. Just relax, and you'll be just fine," I say. But I know that it's not true. What am I going to do...? I have absolutely no idea how to tell Harry about his death... and about how to kill Voldemort without dying himself... Why didn't I think this over? Why did I have to rush back in time without even a hint of a plan??? I don't even know how to get back! Oh dear...

Well, I have to get back inside. I can teach them about Floggers. I love those animals; they are so cute and furry... Well, unless you displease them. Okay, I'm ready. I go back inside; where everyone is staring at something I can't see. I look further ahead, and there is Ron, on the floor. Malfoy is standing, holding his wand. Harry is also standing, pointing his wand at Malfoy.

"What is going on here???" I ask, puzzled. "Malfoy, Potter, Weasley, outside, NOW!" I don't want to be that strict, but I have to make it look real. We go outside, Ron holding his back.

"Ms. Lochiavo, I mean Nancy..." Malfoy started on the verge of tears, -Fake tears, of course, no doubt there. "I... I was sitting and reading in my book when Potter suddenly attacked me! And then I tried to defend myself, and I would have won, if Weasley hadn't helped Potter! I had to do something, I think they... I think they would have killed me!" he says. And he's not even done yet. When he sees my questioning look, he quickly adds; "-And this is not the first time they does something like this. Las year, Potter killed a student! Just because he was about to win the contest, which Potter, by the way, had cheated in all along! And Weasley! Always getting into trouble. If you want confirmation, just ask professor Snape!" I look at him.

"I don't think we should bring professor Snape into this," I say. We so don't need Snape here; that would only make matters worse.

"But miss... They are also really weird! Don't you read the news??? Potter cries all the time, and he is dating that weird girl, Granger, just because she is so smart. He doesn't know anything himself, and he is not getting any help from Weasley... You have to believe me, miss..." Malfoy says. I can feel I'm about to explode. Luckily, Harry does it before me.

"DON'T YOU DARE BRING HERMIONE INTO THIS!!!" Harry yells. Draco looks at him, surprised. Ron and I look at him, too. I didn't even know he cared *that* much about me.

"Professor... look, he is going psycho... please help me..." Malfoy cries out. I just look at him. "I would never attack anyone, I-"

"Malfoy, shut up!" I say. Whoops, that was not good. I just have to play on it. "Why don't we let Harry and Ron come up with an explanation?"

"But I..."

"Malfoy! Ron, why don't you start?"

"Okay. Harry and I were discussing, uh, the book, when Hermione asked what we were talking about. Then Malfoy, *foolishly* says that we were talking about girls, and Harry tells him to shut up. Then Malfoy points his wand at Hermione, saying that he would make her so that we definitely wouldn't talk about her when we talked about girls..." he pauses, sounding a bit horrified. I look at Malfoy, and now I remember.

"Uh, Harry, why don't you continue?" I say, even though I don't need to hear it. I know what happened.

"Alright. Malfoy pointed his wand at Hermione, and Ron and I jumped up to protect her. And then Malfoy did a spell on Ron to make him fall, and he was just about to do it to me when you entered," he says.

"Miss Lochiavo, please don't listen to them, they don't know what they're talking about... Ten points from Gryffindor!" He says. Who does he think he is, Snape?

"I have heard enough," I say. The three students look at me. Malfoy looks half pleading, half commanding. Harry and Ron look really upset. "There will be detention. Malfoy, stay after class, until I let you leave. Potter, Weasley... As weird as your story seems, I believe it. How much did professor Snape take from Gryffindor today?" They look at me, a little amazed. Malfoy stared at me, as if he thought her heard wrong.

"But professor... they are lying! I didn't use the Suleiogh spell, I swear," Malfoy says.

"Oh, really? Well, I never said anything about the Suleiogh spell, as far as I recall," I say with an evil smile. I got him! "Anyway, how many points?"

"Uh, fifty-three, in total," Harry says.

"Okay. I take from Slytherin fifty-four points. You can go tell your mates," I tell them long lives justice.

Malfoy walks away, very upset. Ron and Harry look at me. "Professor... how did you know we were telling the truth?" Harry asks.

"Yeah, like you would lie," I say, quietly. I wish I could just tell him not to get killed and then go home and live happily with him ever after. But I can't.

"Thank you professor," Harry says, looking at me. Ron looks at me too, a little puzzled. We go back into the class.

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Okay, I am the uncrowned queen of small, boring chapters... I just had to do something. I am desperately trying to come up with something fun, and interesting... uh, it's hard! Well, 'till later. ;) It might take at least a week before the next chapter... My inspiration is gone with the wind, if you know what I mean. But to you who have read my fic "Love Her", then I'll just inform you that I will write a continuation, but it won't be right now. Sorry about that, but I am very busy already, so...

Please review... Please review... Please review... Are you reviewing or what??? *LoL*