A/N: oy. I've already posted three chapters today, and now I'm working on
the fourth. I hope you people like me! *sniffle* oh, and I fixed the
summary. I DID have a good one down (it's down right now) but when I
checked it on the outside, I saw that all it said was "Hermione literally"
and that was it. Well, of course I freaked out (had I been planning NOT to
make it s/h? was this supposed to be canon and I forgot?), and after some
tinkering around, I found my problem. The summary cut off because I had
quote marks in it, and apparently quotes aren't allowed in summaries. So
what was [hermione literally "falls...] came out as [hermione literally
] so I APOLOGIZE VERY VERY MUCH for any confusion! Really, I do! And for those who haven't figured it out, this is AU. I've already said that.
Poor Hermione! I know I'd freak and totally go anorexic and stuff if I found out I was in my parents' past. I mean, ew.
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After the little blond boy left (grumbling) Dumbledore pleasantly asked Hermione to accompany him up to his office. (Chocolate-covered-frog-eggs was the password)
Once sitting down and shifting uncomfortable, Hermione glanced around the room. It looked different, but not too different.
"Where's Fawks?" she asked, seeing the cage and bird not there.
"Fawks?" Dumbledore asked pleasantly. "He's out flying, I do believe... nobody except a teacher or two knows about my phoenix."
"Is that so?" she asked, falling back a little ways, avoiding his steady, unblinking gaze. "Glad to hear he gets plenty of exercise."
"Indeed. And how did you find out about him?"
"Second year, remember? With the chamber of secrets and all?"
"Yes?" he asked, leaning forward.
"Y- you don't remember?" she asked in a tiny voice. "This is, this is all just a joke, isn't it, professor? Professor?"
"I'm afraid that there is no joke. Did Madame Pomfrey release you?"
"She said my health was perfectly fine, and when I woke up this morning, there wasn't anybody there." Hermione began defensively. "So I went to go find Harry and Ron, but when I got to the fat lady, she said I had the password wrong. I know I said it right! I didn't mispronounce it or anything, but she wouldn't let me in! Then Some kid shows up, the one that thinks he's Sirius Black, and another, who thinks he's professor Lupin, then Harry shows up and says he thinks I need to go back to the hospital wing!"
"I'm afraid, miss, ah? Granger, was it? Miss Granger. Would you, err, tell me about Harry and Ron, then?"
"Like what? I think that /you/ are the one who needs to see Madame Pomfrey." The words had just slipped out. Hermione clapped a hand to her mouth.
Just then, the door burst open.
"Headmaster!" Madame Pomfrey cried, throwing herself in. "The girl, miss Granger, she's-" she cut herself off abruptly when she saw Hermione. Blinked rapidly. Then, "What year are you from, Miss Granger?"
"What?" Hermione asked stupidly. She told her.
"My, my, my," Dumbledore stood up slowly, and Madame Pomfrey handed him a parchment. He read it slowly, then looked at Hermione and smiled. "It seems, Poppy, that we have a time traveler."
"What?" Hermione asked softly. Dumbldore beamed at her, and named a date over ten years ago. Before she was born.
"That is the current date," he said, gently, and sat down. "That will be all, Poppy. I would like it if this stayed between the three of us, if you catch my meaning."
Madame Pomfrey nodded numbly, and left in a gaze.
"Now, Miss Granger, would you tell me everything from the moment you were pushed to right now?"
"Erm... yeah..." she started, sinking back. This was just a joke.
Just a big, terrible, sick joke.
After she had told him, though, he sighed and said, "Miss Granger, you have traveled through time. Something happened between out time lines, though I'm not quite sure." He put a finger to his chin and frowned, as if in thought.
"How?" she asked softly, voice empty.
"I think," He murmured, "I think Hogwarts is built time upon time upon time, and once something changes, permanently in the school, it affects only that time line. The moment it changes, it's like that old school, that hadn't been changed, stays behind while the newer version goes on, until something changes again. You just broke through all of the barriers... but here I am only guessing. I must prove my theory first."
"Bu- but wait!" she cried, jumping to her feet as he moved to leave. "Wait, professor, what do I do now?"
"I'll speak to your teachers... erm, what classes do you take? Could you write your schedule down for me?" he moved back towards his desk, pulling out a quill, some ink, and parchment. Obediently, Hermione scribbled down her classes and their times. She handed it to him, and he glanced over it.
"Hmm, okay then. I'll have a word with your teachers, tell them that you're an exchange student and will be staying with us for a little while... yes, that'll work. Then you can go to your classes and such, and pretend you're part of this time line." His face became hard. "That means you reveal nothing about the future, in our perspective. You know what I mean. Do you understand?"
It took a moment for this to sink in. Hermione nodded, slowly. He smiled at her.
"Ah, yes, you must be terribly startled by this whole predicament. Never worry, we'll find a way to send you back. Don't tell," he added with a wink, then opened the door and stood aside.
Like a dream, Hermione got up and drifted toward it. He followed her out, but when they came to the hallway, to part ways, she cried, again, "Wait, professor! Erm, what's the password? T- to the common room?" she asked.
"Ah. Your life might be a bit easier if you knew that." he paused, then, in a low voice, "It's muidragniw. It helps, if you have trouble remembering the password, to know that it is 'wingardium' spelled backwards." And with that he waltzed away. Strode. He strode away.
Hermione stared after him, then shook her head and began her march back to the portrait of the fat lady. There wasn't anybody else there, so she said, dully, "Muidragniw."
The fat lady gave her a suspicious look as she swung open, and Hermione scrambled into the common room.
All eyes drifted to her.
That meant that, those who were not outside were there. The common room was pretty full.
Most eyes drifted back to what they had been focused on before, and the noise level did nothing other than causing an insistent thrumming/buzzing sound in her ear. In a daze, she walked slowly up to the girls' dormitory, and found her room.
She pushed it open, and five girls looked up at her.
Duh!
Her room wouldn't be /her/ room before she had been born!
"S- sorry," she stuttered, closing the door. "Wrong room!"
This was great. Now what did she do? She didn't even have any of her books! Palms a considerably higher temperature now, she drifted back downstairs and found a spot next to the fire, in a corner that was almost shadowed.
Sitting there with her back to the wall, knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped around them, watching the kids all speak, laugh, joke, go up and down stairs, go in and out of the portrait hole, Hermione realized she was still wearing the hospital clothes.
Eager for a chance to leave and do something, Hermione got to her feet and left, heading to the hospital wing at a fast-paced walk.
Was she really in a different timeline? Call upon logic. The library! The place that would never fail her! They'd have enough books to research weather Dumbledore's explanation was "possible" or not.
Now extremely comforted by having something to do the rest of the day, Hermione gave Madame Pomfrey her hospital clothes, then left for the library, eager to figure out if she really was...
She slowed to almost a tiptoe at the library's entrance, and once she entered, an immense feeling of comfort and relief soaked her from head to toe. This was her place.
Hermione wasn't the only one there. Plenty of students were studying, looking for something to read, homework, and four were lounging around whispering so softly that even the old librarian couldn't hear.
She recognized three of them immediately, and assumed the fourth chubby one (short) was Peter Pettigrew.
She avoided looking at them, for plenty of reasons. Such as embarrassment, homicidal thoughts in Pettigrew's direction, curiosity, and guilt as to what Harry would...
Shaking her head, she moved immediately move to the section of the library she knew had the Book of her Dreams.
According to 'Hogwarts; A History', something as far-fetched as that would be possible, due to the way the school was built.
Well, then, she'd need something on the architecture of the school.
Replacing the (Book of her Dreams), hermione commenced a search for something on the architect.
When she finally admitted defeat and decided to ask for help, the librarian was abruptly standing over her. Hermione became aware of three things: it was dark, there was nobody else in the library, and she was hungry.
"The library is closing for the night," said the woman's soft voice. "Will you come back tomorrow?"
"Yes, I will," Hermione whispered. "I'll need to find something on the architect of this school."
"Ah. We'll find something tomorrow, then. Good night."
"Good night."
Hermione moved slowly to the dormitory, her intentions to get there with everybody else asleep.
However, when she entered, the four were all there, a hissed conversation being stopped abruptly when they caught sight of Hermione. All five stared at each other for a moment, then Hermione moved quickly towards the girls dormitory, going slowly all the way up the steps, then all the way back down.
The common room was empty when she got there, the glowing embers of the fire throwing flickering shadows everywhere. Finding a big squishy armchair in front of the dying flames, she kicked off her shoes and curled up.
Quietly, softly, she cried herself to sleep.
] so I APOLOGIZE VERY VERY MUCH for any confusion! Really, I do! And for those who haven't figured it out, this is AU. I've already said that.
Poor Hermione! I know I'd freak and totally go anorexic and stuff if I found out I was in my parents' past. I mean, ew.
.
.
.
After the little blond boy left (grumbling) Dumbledore pleasantly asked Hermione to accompany him up to his office. (Chocolate-covered-frog-eggs was the password)
Once sitting down and shifting uncomfortable, Hermione glanced around the room. It looked different, but not too different.
"Where's Fawks?" she asked, seeing the cage and bird not there.
"Fawks?" Dumbledore asked pleasantly. "He's out flying, I do believe... nobody except a teacher or two knows about my phoenix."
"Is that so?" she asked, falling back a little ways, avoiding his steady, unblinking gaze. "Glad to hear he gets plenty of exercise."
"Indeed. And how did you find out about him?"
"Second year, remember? With the chamber of secrets and all?"
"Yes?" he asked, leaning forward.
"Y- you don't remember?" she asked in a tiny voice. "This is, this is all just a joke, isn't it, professor? Professor?"
"I'm afraid that there is no joke. Did Madame Pomfrey release you?"
"She said my health was perfectly fine, and when I woke up this morning, there wasn't anybody there." Hermione began defensively. "So I went to go find Harry and Ron, but when I got to the fat lady, she said I had the password wrong. I know I said it right! I didn't mispronounce it or anything, but she wouldn't let me in! Then Some kid shows up, the one that thinks he's Sirius Black, and another, who thinks he's professor Lupin, then Harry shows up and says he thinks I need to go back to the hospital wing!"
"I'm afraid, miss, ah? Granger, was it? Miss Granger. Would you, err, tell me about Harry and Ron, then?"
"Like what? I think that /you/ are the one who needs to see Madame Pomfrey." The words had just slipped out. Hermione clapped a hand to her mouth.
Just then, the door burst open.
"Headmaster!" Madame Pomfrey cried, throwing herself in. "The girl, miss Granger, she's-" she cut herself off abruptly when she saw Hermione. Blinked rapidly. Then, "What year are you from, Miss Granger?"
"What?" Hermione asked stupidly. She told her.
"My, my, my," Dumbledore stood up slowly, and Madame Pomfrey handed him a parchment. He read it slowly, then looked at Hermione and smiled. "It seems, Poppy, that we have a time traveler."
"What?" Hermione asked softly. Dumbldore beamed at her, and named a date over ten years ago. Before she was born.
"That is the current date," he said, gently, and sat down. "That will be all, Poppy. I would like it if this stayed between the three of us, if you catch my meaning."
Madame Pomfrey nodded numbly, and left in a gaze.
"Now, Miss Granger, would you tell me everything from the moment you were pushed to right now?"
"Erm... yeah..." she started, sinking back. This was just a joke.
Just a big, terrible, sick joke.
After she had told him, though, he sighed and said, "Miss Granger, you have traveled through time. Something happened between out time lines, though I'm not quite sure." He put a finger to his chin and frowned, as if in thought.
"How?" she asked softly, voice empty.
"I think," He murmured, "I think Hogwarts is built time upon time upon time, and once something changes, permanently in the school, it affects only that time line. The moment it changes, it's like that old school, that hadn't been changed, stays behind while the newer version goes on, until something changes again. You just broke through all of the barriers... but here I am only guessing. I must prove my theory first."
"Bu- but wait!" she cried, jumping to her feet as he moved to leave. "Wait, professor, what do I do now?"
"I'll speak to your teachers... erm, what classes do you take? Could you write your schedule down for me?" he moved back towards his desk, pulling out a quill, some ink, and parchment. Obediently, Hermione scribbled down her classes and their times. She handed it to him, and he glanced over it.
"Hmm, okay then. I'll have a word with your teachers, tell them that you're an exchange student and will be staying with us for a little while... yes, that'll work. Then you can go to your classes and such, and pretend you're part of this time line." His face became hard. "That means you reveal nothing about the future, in our perspective. You know what I mean. Do you understand?"
It took a moment for this to sink in. Hermione nodded, slowly. He smiled at her.
"Ah, yes, you must be terribly startled by this whole predicament. Never worry, we'll find a way to send you back. Don't tell," he added with a wink, then opened the door and stood aside.
Like a dream, Hermione got up and drifted toward it. He followed her out, but when they came to the hallway, to part ways, she cried, again, "Wait, professor! Erm, what's the password? T- to the common room?" she asked.
"Ah. Your life might be a bit easier if you knew that." he paused, then, in a low voice, "It's muidragniw. It helps, if you have trouble remembering the password, to know that it is 'wingardium' spelled backwards." And with that he waltzed away. Strode. He strode away.
Hermione stared after him, then shook her head and began her march back to the portrait of the fat lady. There wasn't anybody else there, so she said, dully, "Muidragniw."
The fat lady gave her a suspicious look as she swung open, and Hermione scrambled into the common room.
All eyes drifted to her.
That meant that, those who were not outside were there. The common room was pretty full.
Most eyes drifted back to what they had been focused on before, and the noise level did nothing other than causing an insistent thrumming/buzzing sound in her ear. In a daze, she walked slowly up to the girls' dormitory, and found her room.
She pushed it open, and five girls looked up at her.
Duh!
Her room wouldn't be /her/ room before she had been born!
"S- sorry," she stuttered, closing the door. "Wrong room!"
This was great. Now what did she do? She didn't even have any of her books! Palms a considerably higher temperature now, she drifted back downstairs and found a spot next to the fire, in a corner that was almost shadowed.
Sitting there with her back to the wall, knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped around them, watching the kids all speak, laugh, joke, go up and down stairs, go in and out of the portrait hole, Hermione realized she was still wearing the hospital clothes.
Eager for a chance to leave and do something, Hermione got to her feet and left, heading to the hospital wing at a fast-paced walk.
Was she really in a different timeline? Call upon logic. The library! The place that would never fail her! They'd have enough books to research weather Dumbledore's explanation was "possible" or not.
Now extremely comforted by having something to do the rest of the day, Hermione gave Madame Pomfrey her hospital clothes, then left for the library, eager to figure out if she really was...
She slowed to almost a tiptoe at the library's entrance, and once she entered, an immense feeling of comfort and relief soaked her from head to toe. This was her place.
Hermione wasn't the only one there. Plenty of students were studying, looking for something to read, homework, and four were lounging around whispering so softly that even the old librarian couldn't hear.
She recognized three of them immediately, and assumed the fourth chubby one (short) was Peter Pettigrew.
She avoided looking at them, for plenty of reasons. Such as embarrassment, homicidal thoughts in Pettigrew's direction, curiosity, and guilt as to what Harry would...
Shaking her head, she moved immediately move to the section of the library she knew had the Book of her Dreams.
According to 'Hogwarts; A History', something as far-fetched as that would be possible, due to the way the school was built.
Well, then, she'd need something on the architecture of the school.
Replacing the (Book of her Dreams), hermione commenced a search for something on the architect.
When she finally admitted defeat and decided to ask for help, the librarian was abruptly standing over her. Hermione became aware of three things: it was dark, there was nobody else in the library, and she was hungry.
"The library is closing for the night," said the woman's soft voice. "Will you come back tomorrow?"
"Yes, I will," Hermione whispered. "I'll need to find something on the architect of this school."
"Ah. We'll find something tomorrow, then. Good night."
"Good night."
Hermione moved slowly to the dormitory, her intentions to get there with everybody else asleep.
However, when she entered, the four were all there, a hissed conversation being stopped abruptly when they caught sight of Hermione. All five stared at each other for a moment, then Hermione moved quickly towards the girls dormitory, going slowly all the way up the steps, then all the way back down.
The common room was empty when she got there, the glowing embers of the fire throwing flickering shadows everywhere. Finding a big squishy armchair in front of the dying flames, she kicked off her shoes and curled up.
Quietly, softly, she cried herself to sleep.