Garsh. I WANT REVIEWS! PLEASE GIMME REVIEWS! They make me feel special
inside! Humor me! ( Anyway! I just got done with the 3rd chapter and
already I'm on the 4th! I came up with a different idea. Hermione won't be
going back in time to see Draco. Her finger might just slip. And things
might go too far. Hmm.
Chapter 4
Hermione came out of the library dazed, the time turner clutched in her hand. Practically running through the halls, she made it to the Gryffindor common room. There were mostly 1 or 2 years that weren't able to go to Hogsmead. Hermione was happy. It meant no one would bother her. She jogged up to her dorm-room and jumped on to her bed. Breathing hard she stared at the piece of glass in her hand. Should she do it? She ran one hand through her hair, and sighed. Okay Hermione relax, she told her self. This is easy. You've done it a million times before.
Hermione put her fingers on the indention, and closed her eyes, preparing her self for the familiar pull of her surroundings. Suddenly there was a slam of the door-room door, and Ginny barged in, looking madder than hell.
"He's such an asshole." She said angrily, through her cloak around, while kicking over a chair.
"Whoa whoa." Hermione hid the time tuner under her pillow. "What's wrong?"
Ginny put her hands on her head. "Ugh. It's Seamus. He knows I'm in love with him, but he insists on ruining everything for me. He's just so annoying when he's not being the great," Her eyes softened, "sweet guy he usually is."
Hermione was already standing up. "I'm sorry Ginny." She hugged her. "Why don't you go to talk to him about it?"
Ginny shoulders began to shake. "He's just so infuriating. I can't talk to him after what I said." She looked up, her eyes filling with tears. "I told him I never wanted to see him again, and that I wish I'd never given him the chance of day."
"Aw. Just try Gin!" Hermione said, gently pushing her to the door. "He's crazy about you. Surely he'll forgive you for a couple of cold words."
"Okay." Ginny wiped her face quickly then glanced in Hermione's mirror. She hugged her again. "Thanks Hermione. I don't know where I'd be without you."
"Ha, yeah right." Hermione said, falsely happy as she left.
"Now I don't know if I can do it again." She said sadly, sitting back on the bed. She sighed, and pulled her dear friend out again.
"You did me a lot of good my 3rd year." She said softly. "Do you think you can do it again?"
Hermione closed her eyes tightly, and flipped over the glass. Faintly she heard voices. Voices of the past. She opened her eyes slightly, and began seeing colors, mixed together. There were flashes of her with Harry at a Quidditch game. Then her hugging Ron when he told her he forgave her for "killing" Scabbers. Hermione closed her eyes again, holding back tears. Finally, opening her eyes again, she found her self on the Hogwarts premises.
She pulled her self up, and looked around. It was a bright and cheery day. As she recalled, it had been a cold, dark night. Confused, she walked toward the doors. Suddenly they flew open, and a boy with silver blonde hair walked out. Was it Draco? She dodged behind a tree. She couldn't see him yet. What if he had just talked with her an hour ago or something? She looked on as he talked to a boy with black hair, and brooding eyes. She didn't recognize the boy. Cautiously, she stuck her head farther out. Draco looked different too. His nose seemed a bit longer, and his eyes more of a blue, than the usual gray. They came walking her way, still in a deep discussion. Hermione could work out a few bits and pieces.
"No, no Severus. That won't work at all." The boy that looked like Draco said.
"How do you know eh? I just want to get them back." The voice, which she assumed was Severus's trailed off.
Then, she could hear no more. Looking out, she noticed they were already walking back up into the castle. Hermione sat lost in though. Severus? Who was Severus?
"The only man I know is." The thought stopped. It was there, burned in her mind. Severus Snape?
No, no, it couldn't be. Severus was a thirty-year old man, and this boy, was young, and fresh. She couldn't have possibly gone back THAT far. Hermione began to panic, as she searched for the time turner.
"Where are you." she muttered, running her fingers through the grass.
"Eh." A voice broke her concentration. "May I help ye with somethin' miss?"
Hermione whipped her head up, her eyes connecting with the brown ones of Hagrid.
"H-Hagrid?" she stuttered.
"Eh. How didja know meh name?" He seemed surprised. "I haven't seen ye aroun' these parts bafore!"
"Oh," Hermione looked nervously around. "I was told to look for you when I arrived. I'm the, uh, er, exchange student Professor Dumbledore has been awaiting."
"Oh ye?" He ran his fingers through his short hair. "Never heard of no exchange studen'!" He said suspiciously, but led her to the door anyway.
"So what be yer name eh?" Hagrid said, pulling the door open.
"Um, I'm Hermione." She said looking at the corridors they were passing.
Everything looks the same though, she said silently, except for all the people that are suddenly 20 years younger, take one or two, than usual.
Hermione was pulled into an office, after Hagrid muttered "Strawberry Jags." They marched along, Hermione studying the many portraits.
She heard a rustle of wings, and a beautiful Phoenix flew over their heads, and settled on the top of a chair. Hermione stared, then walked over to the desk, where Hagrid had been talking to Dumbledore.
"Ah, yes." She heard Dumbledore say.
She looked at him closely. He still had a beard, but it was more gray, or silver, than white. His eyes were still mischievous; his grin still seemed amused. Hermione stepped up to his deck, her knees shaking.
"So, your name is Hermione? May I ask where you've come from?" He smiled, almost like he already knew.
"Well, I'm from America." She said simply.
A look passed over his face, and he asked Hagrid to leave. After the half- giant walked out, he began again.
"Miss Hermione." He said slowly. "Is there anyway you might know a Harry Potter?"
Hermione jumped back. She looked at him unbelievably. "Well, yes. I did know a Harry Potter." She sat down on a chair. "How did you know?"
"Well, Harry has visited us once before." He said, smiling at the remembrance. "Quite a boy that one. Said he just wanted to see his dad."
Hermione felt like crying, then again, she felt like yelling. So THAT'S how it was in Snape's office. Harry must have been caught with it. Then Snape took it, and stashed it in his office. Maybe had had been planning on going back in time, to fix what he did wrong. Who knows?
"You're kidding." She laughed, but it came out more as a nervous cough. "So, how do you suppose I'll get back? The time turner was lost before I Hagrid found me."
Dumbledore's eyes grew panicked. "Well, Mister Potter had it with him. I promised him a little of conversation, then he could go right back after he felt happy." He looked at her closely. "Are you saying that you lost the time turner?"
Hermione felt ashamed. "Yes, I must've dropped it, near the woods."
"Well, well," he leaned back, "why don't we go search for it then?"
Meanwhile- -
"A'right Fang! Go a'ead." Hagrid called, as his rather large dog ran out.
Fang sniffed around the skirts of the woods, when finally, his nose bumped an object. He sniffed at it a little longer, then closed his mouth around it. Trotting over to his favorite digging spot, he began to dig. When the dog was satisfied, he picked up the strange- looking object, and dropped it into the hole.
"Fang! 'Ow long der it take ter do yer bussiness eh?" Hagrid yelled.
Hearing his master calling, Fang hurriedly scraped the dirt back over the hole then ran off toward the hut.
Hermione walked along in comfortable silence with Dumbledore. Reaching the spot where he had landed, she stopped.
"Here we are." She said. "This was exactly where I appeared. I looked for it a little before Hagrid came, but it probably wasn't enough. It's also dark. Maybe we should look for it in the morning?"
"Let's a look a little bit now," he said lighting his wand.
"Lumos." Hermione muttered, and began looking in the opposite direction of last time.
They had searched for a good thirty minutes, when Hermione stood up, discouraged.
"It's not here!" She whispered. "I've lost it, and I'll never be back in my own time."
Though there's only one person who you'd truly miss, she told her self. There was only one person who really cared for you. You might be able to find some- -
The thought was interrupted though, as she heard Dumbledore's grunt of agreement.
"Yes," he said sadly. "There's only one thing to do though. Live here. We can't get you back to your own time, so you'll just have to live in our time."
Hermione looked at him horrified. " Bloody hell! What do you mean live here? I can't do that!"
Yet inside, she was suddenly feeling relieved. She kept the look on her face though, convincing Dumbledore she was thoroughly terrified.
"I'm sorry Hermione." He put his hand on her shoulder. "Maybe I can talk to our potions master. He might have a book of unusual potions. One might be time travel. Who knows? But for right now, you should live a," he paused, "well, a half- normal life."
Hermione nodded, then followed Dumbledore as he walked back into the castle.
WoO, well, there ya go! I hope you liked it, :-\. I dunno what house to put her in. Anyone got any ideas? You can tell me in a review or something. Don't e-mail though, that e-mail addy was deactivated. Oh well, the 5th chapter'll be up soon if I get some feedback. Thanks!
Chapter 4
Hermione came out of the library dazed, the time turner clutched in her hand. Practically running through the halls, she made it to the Gryffindor common room. There were mostly 1 or 2 years that weren't able to go to Hogsmead. Hermione was happy. It meant no one would bother her. She jogged up to her dorm-room and jumped on to her bed. Breathing hard she stared at the piece of glass in her hand. Should she do it? She ran one hand through her hair, and sighed. Okay Hermione relax, she told her self. This is easy. You've done it a million times before.
Hermione put her fingers on the indention, and closed her eyes, preparing her self for the familiar pull of her surroundings. Suddenly there was a slam of the door-room door, and Ginny barged in, looking madder than hell.
"He's such an asshole." She said angrily, through her cloak around, while kicking over a chair.
"Whoa whoa." Hermione hid the time tuner under her pillow. "What's wrong?"
Ginny put her hands on her head. "Ugh. It's Seamus. He knows I'm in love with him, but he insists on ruining everything for me. He's just so annoying when he's not being the great," Her eyes softened, "sweet guy he usually is."
Hermione was already standing up. "I'm sorry Ginny." She hugged her. "Why don't you go to talk to him about it?"
Ginny shoulders began to shake. "He's just so infuriating. I can't talk to him after what I said." She looked up, her eyes filling with tears. "I told him I never wanted to see him again, and that I wish I'd never given him the chance of day."
"Aw. Just try Gin!" Hermione said, gently pushing her to the door. "He's crazy about you. Surely he'll forgive you for a couple of cold words."
"Okay." Ginny wiped her face quickly then glanced in Hermione's mirror. She hugged her again. "Thanks Hermione. I don't know where I'd be without you."
"Ha, yeah right." Hermione said, falsely happy as she left.
"Now I don't know if I can do it again." She said sadly, sitting back on the bed. She sighed, and pulled her dear friend out again.
"You did me a lot of good my 3rd year." She said softly. "Do you think you can do it again?"
Hermione closed her eyes tightly, and flipped over the glass. Faintly she heard voices. Voices of the past. She opened her eyes slightly, and began seeing colors, mixed together. There were flashes of her with Harry at a Quidditch game. Then her hugging Ron when he told her he forgave her for "killing" Scabbers. Hermione closed her eyes again, holding back tears. Finally, opening her eyes again, she found her self on the Hogwarts premises.
She pulled her self up, and looked around. It was a bright and cheery day. As she recalled, it had been a cold, dark night. Confused, she walked toward the doors. Suddenly they flew open, and a boy with silver blonde hair walked out. Was it Draco? She dodged behind a tree. She couldn't see him yet. What if he had just talked with her an hour ago or something? She looked on as he talked to a boy with black hair, and brooding eyes. She didn't recognize the boy. Cautiously, she stuck her head farther out. Draco looked different too. His nose seemed a bit longer, and his eyes more of a blue, than the usual gray. They came walking her way, still in a deep discussion. Hermione could work out a few bits and pieces.
"No, no Severus. That won't work at all." The boy that looked like Draco said.
"How do you know eh? I just want to get them back." The voice, which she assumed was Severus's trailed off.
Then, she could hear no more. Looking out, she noticed they were already walking back up into the castle. Hermione sat lost in though. Severus? Who was Severus?
"The only man I know is." The thought stopped. It was there, burned in her mind. Severus Snape?
No, no, it couldn't be. Severus was a thirty-year old man, and this boy, was young, and fresh. She couldn't have possibly gone back THAT far. Hermione began to panic, as she searched for the time turner.
"Where are you." she muttered, running her fingers through the grass.
"Eh." A voice broke her concentration. "May I help ye with somethin' miss?"
Hermione whipped her head up, her eyes connecting with the brown ones of Hagrid.
"H-Hagrid?" she stuttered.
"Eh. How didja know meh name?" He seemed surprised. "I haven't seen ye aroun' these parts bafore!"
"Oh," Hermione looked nervously around. "I was told to look for you when I arrived. I'm the, uh, er, exchange student Professor Dumbledore has been awaiting."
"Oh ye?" He ran his fingers through his short hair. "Never heard of no exchange studen'!" He said suspiciously, but led her to the door anyway.
"So what be yer name eh?" Hagrid said, pulling the door open.
"Um, I'm Hermione." She said looking at the corridors they were passing.
Everything looks the same though, she said silently, except for all the people that are suddenly 20 years younger, take one or two, than usual.
Hermione was pulled into an office, after Hagrid muttered "Strawberry Jags." They marched along, Hermione studying the many portraits.
She heard a rustle of wings, and a beautiful Phoenix flew over their heads, and settled on the top of a chair. Hermione stared, then walked over to the desk, where Hagrid had been talking to Dumbledore.
"Ah, yes." She heard Dumbledore say.
She looked at him closely. He still had a beard, but it was more gray, or silver, than white. His eyes were still mischievous; his grin still seemed amused. Hermione stepped up to his deck, her knees shaking.
"So, your name is Hermione? May I ask where you've come from?" He smiled, almost like he already knew.
"Well, I'm from America." She said simply.
A look passed over his face, and he asked Hagrid to leave. After the half- giant walked out, he began again.
"Miss Hermione." He said slowly. "Is there anyway you might know a Harry Potter?"
Hermione jumped back. She looked at him unbelievably. "Well, yes. I did know a Harry Potter." She sat down on a chair. "How did you know?"
"Well, Harry has visited us once before." He said, smiling at the remembrance. "Quite a boy that one. Said he just wanted to see his dad."
Hermione felt like crying, then again, she felt like yelling. So THAT'S how it was in Snape's office. Harry must have been caught with it. Then Snape took it, and stashed it in his office. Maybe had had been planning on going back in time, to fix what he did wrong. Who knows?
"You're kidding." She laughed, but it came out more as a nervous cough. "So, how do you suppose I'll get back? The time turner was lost before I Hagrid found me."
Dumbledore's eyes grew panicked. "Well, Mister Potter had it with him. I promised him a little of conversation, then he could go right back after he felt happy." He looked at her closely. "Are you saying that you lost the time turner?"
Hermione felt ashamed. "Yes, I must've dropped it, near the woods."
"Well, well," he leaned back, "why don't we go search for it then?"
Meanwhile- -
"A'right Fang! Go a'ead." Hagrid called, as his rather large dog ran out.
Fang sniffed around the skirts of the woods, when finally, his nose bumped an object. He sniffed at it a little longer, then closed his mouth around it. Trotting over to his favorite digging spot, he began to dig. When the dog was satisfied, he picked up the strange- looking object, and dropped it into the hole.
"Fang! 'Ow long der it take ter do yer bussiness eh?" Hagrid yelled.
Hearing his master calling, Fang hurriedly scraped the dirt back over the hole then ran off toward the hut.
Hermione walked along in comfortable silence with Dumbledore. Reaching the spot where he had landed, she stopped.
"Here we are." She said. "This was exactly where I appeared. I looked for it a little before Hagrid came, but it probably wasn't enough. It's also dark. Maybe we should look for it in the morning?"
"Let's a look a little bit now," he said lighting his wand.
"Lumos." Hermione muttered, and began looking in the opposite direction of last time.
They had searched for a good thirty minutes, when Hermione stood up, discouraged.
"It's not here!" She whispered. "I've lost it, and I'll never be back in my own time."
Though there's only one person who you'd truly miss, she told her self. There was only one person who really cared for you. You might be able to find some- -
The thought was interrupted though, as she heard Dumbledore's grunt of agreement.
"Yes," he said sadly. "There's only one thing to do though. Live here. We can't get you back to your own time, so you'll just have to live in our time."
Hermione looked at him horrified. " Bloody hell! What do you mean live here? I can't do that!"
Yet inside, she was suddenly feeling relieved. She kept the look on her face though, convincing Dumbledore she was thoroughly terrified.
"I'm sorry Hermione." He put his hand on her shoulder. "Maybe I can talk to our potions master. He might have a book of unusual potions. One might be time travel. Who knows? But for right now, you should live a," he paused, "well, a half- normal life."
Hermione nodded, then followed Dumbledore as he walked back into the castle.
WoO, well, there ya go! I hope you liked it, :-\. I dunno what house to put her in. Anyone got any ideas? You can tell me in a review or something. Don't e-mail though, that e-mail addy was deactivated. Oh well, the 5th chapter'll be up soon if I get some feedback. Thanks!