Shot up from bed, the messy mid back length curls that seemingly
defied gravity, Hermione Granger was hardly a morning person. Unlike her
perky, to an annoying degree, Lavender and Pavarti were always giggling,
popping their chewing gum, and prattling about stupid subjects. Hermione
grumbled as she cursed the wizarding community for not having coffee.
'Oh blessed caffine, how I miss you so.' Hermione thought as she rolled off the four poster bed only to be visually shocked by the obnoxious pink plastering the bathroom door. It was the 7th Year fad. Good GOD that was bright in the morning, especially on a Saturday. Blinking hard several times, Hermione shoved the door open to get a healthy shot of wizarding hair spray. Coughing violently, she glared stiffly at an apologetic Lavender who held the offending bottle to her hair.
"Sorry Hermione." Lavender said in the annoyingly perky voice.
"Quite alright." Stepping past her, she climbed into the shower and stripped. Throwing her nightclothes out of the side of the shower, she smiled when the near scalding water sluiced down her sleep sensetive body. Sighing in pleasure, she used potion enhanced shampoo and body wash that smelled of strawberries and creme.
After her shower, Hermione climbed out to wrap herself in a towel and fix herself up for the day. She used a handy spell that dried her hair into loose glossy curls, and she applied her make up sparingly. Hermione dressed in pair of worn jeans that were thin in the knees and the back pockets were close to ripping off, pulling a shirt that she picked up at one of the concerts she attended during the summer with her muggle friends, she headed down the get a bite to eat.
"Harry, Ron, Ginny." Hermione's carmel smooth voice glided over the table as the three turned at her greeting.
"Hey, good morning, Hermione!" Ron's usual sweetness unnerved Hermione. How Ron, the boy who never seemed to lose energy, was always so ..........awake!
"Good morning, are you guys going to Hogsmeade today?" Hermione asked as she picked up a fork to munch on her scrambled eggs and cheese.
"Yep, I'm going to pick up Ginny's anniversary present while I'm there." Harry's loyalty to not only Ginny and his house, his affection for Ginny was also one of the sweetest things she'd seen all year.
"Good, care if I join you?" Hermione asked as she took a sip from her pumpkin juice. Wrinkling her nose, she transfigured the drink into black coffee and took another sip.
"Not at all. What do you need to pick up?" Harry asked with a mouth full of bread. Having heard him talk with a full mouth since first year, Hermione was able to decipher the muffled voice.
"Some books for my muggle studies class. We're working on the class of your father, Harry, and I need to get some muggle books about the era." Hermione took yet another sip of coffe.
"How can you drink that sludge?!" Ron scoffed at the dark drink.
"Simple, I take the cup, lift it to my mouth, and swallow a small amount........" She smiled when Ron groaned in frustration. Harry chuckled as he slung an arm around Ginny's shoulders and pressed a kiss to her temple.
"When should I meet you?" Harry asked.
"I'm ready to go, I just have to grab my money in my room." Hermione said as the owl post arrived.
"Excellent, I'll meet you in the common room in about twenty minutes." Harry nodded as he sifted through his mail.
Twenty minutes later; Harry, Ron, and Hermione headed for Hogsmeade. While Ron and Harry headed for the Quidditch store, Hermione entered the branch of Flourish and Botts of Hogsmeade.
"Hello, how may I help you?" The grizzled looking wizard smiled woodenly as hermoine entered.
"Can you direct me to the 1970's muggle studies?" Hermione asked.
"Certainly, head down the main aisle, turn left at the advanced potions, then take a right at the Greek studies section." He smiled.
"Thank you." With a nod, Hermione followed his directions, only to run into Professor Snape.
"Miss Granger, why am I not surprised?" Snape sneered.
"Because you know me so well." Hermione said with sachrine laced sarcasm.
"Be glad we're not in school Miss. Granger or you would find your house in the negetive." He hissed.
"My apologies." Hermione said softly as she passed him. Rubbing her arms, she eased away the goosebumps that always appeared when she was in close proxcimity to the Potions Master. Arriving to the sectionshe hoped for, she sighed in relief. No one in her classes was here, so she could enjoy her studies in peace. Pulling several books, she placed them on the large cherry wood table in the muggle studies section.
Several hours later, Hermione had only one book left, a dark leather bound book that had silver scrawl across the spine. It was titled, Macabre 1979. Furrowing her brow, Hermione pulled it infront of her. Taking a deep breath, she opened it only to gasp. It was the hand book to the Death Eaters of 1979!
All those who Support thy loyal Master
Voldemort the blood written in these pages are of those who dedicate their lives to
the cause
the genocide of the Mudbloods and Muggles of the world.
Hermione gasped when she cut herself on the paper. A small bead of blood oozed from her finger and hermione watched as teh drop fell onto the aged paper.
"No!" She whispered. The book glowed, lighting the area surrounding her. "No!" The light grew so intense that Hermione shut her eyes to the light. She felt her body heave forward, and then she felt no more.
Upon waking, Hermione found herself back at Hogwarts. In the infirmary. That looked a bit outdated. Had Madame Pomfrey left?
"Oh deary, you did wake up!" The slightly younger voice of Madame Pomfrey was at her side.
"Yes, I did." Hermione said slightly confused. "I was at Hogsmeade." She murmured.
"Yes, yes, young Severus found you. Poor thing. It had been raining all day, you looked like a wet cat when he brought you in. Very nice young man."
"What?" Hermione felt her hair. Groaning when it came into contact with messy, frizzy, matted curls. "Professor Snape is over forty ma'am."
"Oh no, Severus is a Seventh year. He's the top of his class, but only short of being Head Boy. James Potter was awarded that though." Madam Pomfrey patted her back. "You alright deary?" She asked.
"Yes, quite. May I ask you something?" hermione asked almost dreading the answer.
"Yes. Of course."
"Did I come with a book? A black one?" She asked.
"Oh yes! This one?" Handing over the book, the nurse bustled around straightening items.
"Wait, one more thing." The nurse turned and looked over her shoulder.
"What year is it?" Hermione asked.
"Why, it's 1979 and Headmaster Dumbledore has just taken over his place as Headmaster." She said as if it was a dumb question.
"Wonderful, just wonderful." Hermione groaned.
'Oh blessed caffine, how I miss you so.' Hermione thought as she rolled off the four poster bed only to be visually shocked by the obnoxious pink plastering the bathroom door. It was the 7th Year fad. Good GOD that was bright in the morning, especially on a Saturday. Blinking hard several times, Hermione shoved the door open to get a healthy shot of wizarding hair spray. Coughing violently, she glared stiffly at an apologetic Lavender who held the offending bottle to her hair.
"Sorry Hermione." Lavender said in the annoyingly perky voice.
"Quite alright." Stepping past her, she climbed into the shower and stripped. Throwing her nightclothes out of the side of the shower, she smiled when the near scalding water sluiced down her sleep sensetive body. Sighing in pleasure, she used potion enhanced shampoo and body wash that smelled of strawberries and creme.
After her shower, Hermione climbed out to wrap herself in a towel and fix herself up for the day. She used a handy spell that dried her hair into loose glossy curls, and she applied her make up sparingly. Hermione dressed in pair of worn jeans that were thin in the knees and the back pockets were close to ripping off, pulling a shirt that she picked up at one of the concerts she attended during the summer with her muggle friends, she headed down the get a bite to eat.
"Harry, Ron, Ginny." Hermione's carmel smooth voice glided over the table as the three turned at her greeting.
"Hey, good morning, Hermione!" Ron's usual sweetness unnerved Hermione. How Ron, the boy who never seemed to lose energy, was always so ..........awake!
"Good morning, are you guys going to Hogsmeade today?" Hermione asked as she picked up a fork to munch on her scrambled eggs and cheese.
"Yep, I'm going to pick up Ginny's anniversary present while I'm there." Harry's loyalty to not only Ginny and his house, his affection for Ginny was also one of the sweetest things she'd seen all year.
"Good, care if I join you?" Hermione asked as she took a sip from her pumpkin juice. Wrinkling her nose, she transfigured the drink into black coffee and took another sip.
"Not at all. What do you need to pick up?" Harry asked with a mouth full of bread. Having heard him talk with a full mouth since first year, Hermione was able to decipher the muffled voice.
"Some books for my muggle studies class. We're working on the class of your father, Harry, and I need to get some muggle books about the era." Hermione took yet another sip of coffe.
"How can you drink that sludge?!" Ron scoffed at the dark drink.
"Simple, I take the cup, lift it to my mouth, and swallow a small amount........" She smiled when Ron groaned in frustration. Harry chuckled as he slung an arm around Ginny's shoulders and pressed a kiss to her temple.
"When should I meet you?" Harry asked.
"I'm ready to go, I just have to grab my money in my room." Hermione said as the owl post arrived.
"Excellent, I'll meet you in the common room in about twenty minutes." Harry nodded as he sifted through his mail.
Twenty minutes later; Harry, Ron, and Hermione headed for Hogsmeade. While Ron and Harry headed for the Quidditch store, Hermione entered the branch of Flourish and Botts of Hogsmeade.
"Hello, how may I help you?" The grizzled looking wizard smiled woodenly as hermoine entered.
"Can you direct me to the 1970's muggle studies?" Hermione asked.
"Certainly, head down the main aisle, turn left at the advanced potions, then take a right at the Greek studies section." He smiled.
"Thank you." With a nod, Hermione followed his directions, only to run into Professor Snape.
"Miss Granger, why am I not surprised?" Snape sneered.
"Because you know me so well." Hermione said with sachrine laced sarcasm.
"Be glad we're not in school Miss. Granger or you would find your house in the negetive." He hissed.
"My apologies." Hermione said softly as she passed him. Rubbing her arms, she eased away the goosebumps that always appeared when she was in close proxcimity to the Potions Master. Arriving to the sectionshe hoped for, she sighed in relief. No one in her classes was here, so she could enjoy her studies in peace. Pulling several books, she placed them on the large cherry wood table in the muggle studies section.
Several hours later, Hermione had only one book left, a dark leather bound book that had silver scrawl across the spine. It was titled, Macabre 1979. Furrowing her brow, Hermione pulled it infront of her. Taking a deep breath, she opened it only to gasp. It was the hand book to the Death Eaters of 1979!
All those who Support thy loyal Master
Voldemort the blood written in these pages are of those who dedicate their lives to
the cause
the genocide of the Mudbloods and Muggles of the world.
Hermione gasped when she cut herself on the paper. A small bead of blood oozed from her finger and hermione watched as teh drop fell onto the aged paper.
"No!" She whispered. The book glowed, lighting the area surrounding her. "No!" The light grew so intense that Hermione shut her eyes to the light. She felt her body heave forward, and then she felt no more.
Upon waking, Hermione found herself back at Hogwarts. In the infirmary. That looked a bit outdated. Had Madame Pomfrey left?
"Oh deary, you did wake up!" The slightly younger voice of Madame Pomfrey was at her side.
"Yes, I did." Hermione said slightly confused. "I was at Hogsmeade." She murmured.
"Yes, yes, young Severus found you. Poor thing. It had been raining all day, you looked like a wet cat when he brought you in. Very nice young man."
"What?" Hermione felt her hair. Groaning when it came into contact with messy, frizzy, matted curls. "Professor Snape is over forty ma'am."
"Oh no, Severus is a Seventh year. He's the top of his class, but only short of being Head Boy. James Potter was awarded that though." Madam Pomfrey patted her back. "You alright deary?" She asked.
"Yes, quite. May I ask you something?" hermione asked almost dreading the answer.
"Yes. Of course."
"Did I come with a book? A black one?" She asked.
"Oh yes! This one?" Handing over the book, the nurse bustled around straightening items.
"Wait, one more thing." The nurse turned and looked over her shoulder.
"What year is it?" Hermione asked.
"Why, it's 1979 and Headmaster Dumbledore has just taken over his place as Headmaster." She said as if it was a dumb question.
"Wonderful, just wonderful." Hermione groaned.