I'd like to thank princess jilla for allowing me to use her plot to invent
a somewhat different story.
Potions class. How come bad things ALWAYS happen in a potions class? Hermione wondered as she cleaned up a spilt cauldron. She had been gazing, yet again at her Professor. A bit out of character for Bookworm Granger, as some called her (mainly Malfoy when he wasn't calling her a Mudblood). She was in her 7th year at Hogwarts, and teenage hormones finally caught up with her. Professor Snape had become quite hansom in her eyes. When this happened, she'll never know. Love potion, she suspected at first, but the feeling wouldn't go away. Anyway, back to the spilt cauldron. Since she was gazing at *ahem* places other than her potion, she managed to bump her elbow against the cauldron to make it tip over, and a shrinking potion to be spilled on the floor, and some unfortunate classmates who then shrunk to the size of peanuts, while their little high pitched voices screamed: "Damn you, Granger" or "Fuck you!" Snape didn't here any of it, but he did manage to say. . .
"Ms. Granger, are you adding "clumsy little girl" to your list of many. . .facinating. . .attributes?" hissed Snape. He said the word "fascinating" with drips of sexy sarcasm.
"Uh. . .I um. . .guess I got a little too over enthusiastic about. . .brewing a new potion, sir," lied Hermione meekly.
"Very well, 50 points from Gryffindor, and clean up this mess!" barked Snape. He didn't even bother with the pint sized students sitting in front of Hermione, but Hermione decided to help them out by performing a counter spell to bring them back to original size.
So here we are again, watching Hermione clean up sticky orange goo, by waving her wand many times. See, since it's a shrinking potion, when the spell hits it, the spell. . .SHRINKS! So she has to hit it many times in order for the whole thing to disappear.
After that embarrassment, the Dream Team made their way back to the dorms for bed. When Hermione got to her oh-so comfy bed, she noticed a little red box with a gold ribbon on it. She walked up to it hurriedly and picked it up. Before she opened it, she looked for a note. No such luck. She opened the box slowly and saw a beautiful silver necklace sitting on ruby colored velvet. On the chain was a small charm depicting an hourglass with gold plated on it to represent the sand. She thought it was a strange gift, since she didn't know what the hourglass was supposed to mean. (A/N: Duh, Miss smarty!) She hooked the clasp around her neck and almost immediately felt tired. As she looked around her, she saw swirling colors and then smears of people.
"Hermione! Hey, Hermione, you're going to be late for your first day of class if you don't wake up!" yelled a red headed girl as Hermione slowly opened her eyes to stare at someone who looked vaguely familiar.
"Wha. . .where am I?" asked Hermione, being very confused as to why there were people in her special Head Girl room.
"You're in bed, silly! Now get up!" laughed the girl again.
Hermione finally sat up in bed and looked around her in amazement. She wasn't in her room. . .she was in the girls' dormitory, and she didn't know any of the girls in there.
"Who are you?" asked Hermione in a daze.
"Oh, you must've forgotten my name. I'm Lily Evans remember?" replied Lily
"What am I doing here?"
"Well, you WERE sleeping, but you're here because you arrived last night on a train from another school. You were out of it last night and must've forgotten everything." Said Lily in an understanding tone.
It took a while for the name Lily Evans to sink in, only because she's used to Lily Potter, but then realized that she was staring at a young version of Harry's mother. She realized instantly that she must be back in time. . .and the necklace must've had something to do with it.
"I. . .need to do something," replied Hermione, as she shot out of bed and raced to the Headmaster's office. Once there, she tried opening the stone gargoyle, but didn't know the password. All of a sudden the stone gargoyle moved out of the way, and a younger Dumbledore appeared at the door.
"Ah, Hermione. I see you have woken up," smiled Dumbledore with an odd sort of twinkle in his blue eyes.
"Sir, what year is it, and why the hell am I apparently back in time?" half screamed half asked Hermione.
"You are in the year 1973. Now, if you follow me to my new office, I will be happy to explain," replied Dumbledore, with a warm smile.
"New office?"
"Well, naturally, I haven't been Headmaster my whole life. Headmaster Dippet just retired, and has asked me to take his place," said Dumbledore, as if it was the most fascinating thing.
Hermione nodded, and followed him up the stairs to a brightly lit office with many doodads and whatsits. Dumbledore motioned for her to take a seat across from his desk.
"Alright, Hermione, since you are here now, you must've received the hourglass necklace I sent you," started Dumbledore with an amused look on his slightly wrinkled face.
"Yes. . .wait, YOU sent it? Why in MERLIN'S name would you bring me back to 1973?" Hermione practically screamed.
"Ah, yes, I shall explain. Chocolate?"
"What?"
"Would you like a chocolate?" asked Dumbledore again, to the confused face that was Hermione. He held out a box of assorted toffees.
"No, sir, I just want answers," answered Hermione warily.
"Very well, it seems that you have acquired a rather interesting infatuation with a certain Potions Master, is that correct?" asked the all- knowing Dumbledore.
Hermione blushed. "I wouldn't call it an infatuation, but yes, sir."
"THAT was not supposed to happen. You see, raging hormones seem to have taken over you so that you have found a liking toward him, which caused some kind of "rift" in the time-space. . .thingy. So, as to not confuse you even more, I will just say that now, you and Severus need to form. . .dare I say, a kind of relationship, and not just any relationship. It needs to be a relationship that starts in the past, so that when you enter you're 7th year in the future, he will be "infatuated" with you, but it will take time. Severus does not easily fall for a student. Even a student as worthy as yourself"
Hermione didn't even catch his compliment. Severus and her need to have a relationship? What could be worse? Sure she liked him, she thought him intelligent and mildly good-looking, but not the kind of person she'd want to be in a relationship with!
Dumbledore noticed her far off face. "Child, don't worry. If you can handle a 17 year old Severus, you can handle him older. Your relationship with him now may even change what he's like when he's older."
"OK. So you're saying, that I have to date him now, in order for him to like me in the future?" asked Hermione with a strange look on her face.
"Yes and no. What I'm saying is: you will indeed need to date him now so he likes you. Maybe even love you. Then, once that part is complete, you will need to travel back to the day you left, but you will have to start the day over. Since it was your first day of classes, Severus will need to see you right when you first start, so that he can remember you in the past, and realize you're the girl he lost."
"Um. . .yeah. OK, this is getting weird. I have to get him to love me now, so he will love me when I start 7th year, so we can fix the time-space thingy," summed up Hermione.
"That is what I'm saying. Now, go to your classes, and talk to me if you have any questions."
"Yes, sir," replied Hermione. She got up from her chair and made her way to the Great Hall for what was left of breakfast. Could this day get any MORE confusing? She thought.
A/N: Alright. End of chapter 1. tell me, is that part really confusing for you? I mean about the whole Snape Hermione thing? If it is, then review it and tell me how I can make it less confusing. Or just tell me if it is. Flames are welcome.
Potions class. How come bad things ALWAYS happen in a potions class? Hermione wondered as she cleaned up a spilt cauldron. She had been gazing, yet again at her Professor. A bit out of character for Bookworm Granger, as some called her (mainly Malfoy when he wasn't calling her a Mudblood). She was in her 7th year at Hogwarts, and teenage hormones finally caught up with her. Professor Snape had become quite hansom in her eyes. When this happened, she'll never know. Love potion, she suspected at first, but the feeling wouldn't go away. Anyway, back to the spilt cauldron. Since she was gazing at *ahem* places other than her potion, she managed to bump her elbow against the cauldron to make it tip over, and a shrinking potion to be spilled on the floor, and some unfortunate classmates who then shrunk to the size of peanuts, while their little high pitched voices screamed: "Damn you, Granger" or "Fuck you!" Snape didn't here any of it, but he did manage to say. . .
"Ms. Granger, are you adding "clumsy little girl" to your list of many. . .facinating. . .attributes?" hissed Snape. He said the word "fascinating" with drips of sexy sarcasm.
"Uh. . .I um. . .guess I got a little too over enthusiastic about. . .brewing a new potion, sir," lied Hermione meekly.
"Very well, 50 points from Gryffindor, and clean up this mess!" barked Snape. He didn't even bother with the pint sized students sitting in front of Hermione, but Hermione decided to help them out by performing a counter spell to bring them back to original size.
So here we are again, watching Hermione clean up sticky orange goo, by waving her wand many times. See, since it's a shrinking potion, when the spell hits it, the spell. . .SHRINKS! So she has to hit it many times in order for the whole thing to disappear.
After that embarrassment, the Dream Team made their way back to the dorms for bed. When Hermione got to her oh-so comfy bed, she noticed a little red box with a gold ribbon on it. She walked up to it hurriedly and picked it up. Before she opened it, she looked for a note. No such luck. She opened the box slowly and saw a beautiful silver necklace sitting on ruby colored velvet. On the chain was a small charm depicting an hourglass with gold plated on it to represent the sand. She thought it was a strange gift, since she didn't know what the hourglass was supposed to mean. (A/N: Duh, Miss smarty!) She hooked the clasp around her neck and almost immediately felt tired. As she looked around her, she saw swirling colors and then smears of people.
"Hermione! Hey, Hermione, you're going to be late for your first day of class if you don't wake up!" yelled a red headed girl as Hermione slowly opened her eyes to stare at someone who looked vaguely familiar.
"Wha. . .where am I?" asked Hermione, being very confused as to why there were people in her special Head Girl room.
"You're in bed, silly! Now get up!" laughed the girl again.
Hermione finally sat up in bed and looked around her in amazement. She wasn't in her room. . .she was in the girls' dormitory, and she didn't know any of the girls in there.
"Who are you?" asked Hermione in a daze.
"Oh, you must've forgotten my name. I'm Lily Evans remember?" replied Lily
"What am I doing here?"
"Well, you WERE sleeping, but you're here because you arrived last night on a train from another school. You were out of it last night and must've forgotten everything." Said Lily in an understanding tone.
It took a while for the name Lily Evans to sink in, only because she's used to Lily Potter, but then realized that she was staring at a young version of Harry's mother. She realized instantly that she must be back in time. . .and the necklace must've had something to do with it.
"I. . .need to do something," replied Hermione, as she shot out of bed and raced to the Headmaster's office. Once there, she tried opening the stone gargoyle, but didn't know the password. All of a sudden the stone gargoyle moved out of the way, and a younger Dumbledore appeared at the door.
"Ah, Hermione. I see you have woken up," smiled Dumbledore with an odd sort of twinkle in his blue eyes.
"Sir, what year is it, and why the hell am I apparently back in time?" half screamed half asked Hermione.
"You are in the year 1973. Now, if you follow me to my new office, I will be happy to explain," replied Dumbledore, with a warm smile.
"New office?"
"Well, naturally, I haven't been Headmaster my whole life. Headmaster Dippet just retired, and has asked me to take his place," said Dumbledore, as if it was the most fascinating thing.
Hermione nodded, and followed him up the stairs to a brightly lit office with many doodads and whatsits. Dumbledore motioned for her to take a seat across from his desk.
"Alright, Hermione, since you are here now, you must've received the hourglass necklace I sent you," started Dumbledore with an amused look on his slightly wrinkled face.
"Yes. . .wait, YOU sent it? Why in MERLIN'S name would you bring me back to 1973?" Hermione practically screamed.
"Ah, yes, I shall explain. Chocolate?"
"What?"
"Would you like a chocolate?" asked Dumbledore again, to the confused face that was Hermione. He held out a box of assorted toffees.
"No, sir, I just want answers," answered Hermione warily.
"Very well, it seems that you have acquired a rather interesting infatuation with a certain Potions Master, is that correct?" asked the all- knowing Dumbledore.
Hermione blushed. "I wouldn't call it an infatuation, but yes, sir."
"THAT was not supposed to happen. You see, raging hormones seem to have taken over you so that you have found a liking toward him, which caused some kind of "rift" in the time-space. . .thingy. So, as to not confuse you even more, I will just say that now, you and Severus need to form. . .dare I say, a kind of relationship, and not just any relationship. It needs to be a relationship that starts in the past, so that when you enter you're 7th year in the future, he will be "infatuated" with you, but it will take time. Severus does not easily fall for a student. Even a student as worthy as yourself"
Hermione didn't even catch his compliment. Severus and her need to have a relationship? What could be worse? Sure she liked him, she thought him intelligent and mildly good-looking, but not the kind of person she'd want to be in a relationship with!
Dumbledore noticed her far off face. "Child, don't worry. If you can handle a 17 year old Severus, you can handle him older. Your relationship with him now may even change what he's like when he's older."
"OK. So you're saying, that I have to date him now, in order for him to like me in the future?" asked Hermione with a strange look on her face.
"Yes and no. What I'm saying is: you will indeed need to date him now so he likes you. Maybe even love you. Then, once that part is complete, you will need to travel back to the day you left, but you will have to start the day over. Since it was your first day of classes, Severus will need to see you right when you first start, so that he can remember you in the past, and realize you're the girl he lost."
"Um. . .yeah. OK, this is getting weird. I have to get him to love me now, so he will love me when I start 7th year, so we can fix the time-space thingy," summed up Hermione.
"That is what I'm saying. Now, go to your classes, and talk to me if you have any questions."
"Yes, sir," replied Hermione. She got up from her chair and made her way to the Great Hall for what was left of breakfast. Could this day get any MORE confusing? She thought.
A/N: Alright. End of chapter 1. tell me, is that part really confusing for you? I mean about the whole Snape Hermione thing? If it is, then review it and tell me how I can make it less confusing. Or just tell me if it is. Flames are welcome.