A/N: it's 12:12 a.m. (no, literally!) and since I figured since I've
already posted six chapters in one day, I might as well do a seventh bright
and early the next... yeah, I'm insomniac. What?? You got a problem with
that???
By the way, there really isn't much in this I own, ya know...
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He was, apparently, away. Or so, after scouring the entire school from divination floor to dungeons and finally settling on knocking on the teachers' door, Hermione was told.
Disappointed, she made her way slowly back to the library, and began searching for a way to get back.
She was only discouraged more, because what she read pretty much announced that she was dead in a few years. Feeling a little sick, she made her way to the great hall, once more wrapped something in a napkin, and hurtled out of there, eating on her way to the hospital wing. There she mentioned something about being a little queasy.
And Madame Pomfrey stood over her and made sure she drank the entire goblet, and insisted she spend the night in the hospital wing. Eager for an excuse not to go to the common room, Hermione agreed.
The next morning, she drank another goblet of the stuff that made her fluttering stomach keep under control, and she hurried off to a late breakfast, and realizing she might be doing this for quite some time as she wrapped some thing in a napkin and ate in on her way to a bathroom (where she used a spell to force her hair into a straightened bun, reminding her of McGonagall) then she was the first to her first class.
Potions.
With the Ravenclaws. But since Lily sat with her friends on one side of the dungeon, and the Marauders sat on the other, Hermione found it quite easy to find a nice seat between them, up in front, alone at an empty desk.
The teacher was female. The teacher made Snape seem like a nice, well- mannered bunny-rabbit with a fluffy tail and big blue eyes. (A/N: **hungry drool**)
After spitting out the directions and taking points from both houses every thirty seconds, the class got to work. The directions had been incoherent, but since Hermione had already studied the particular potion (it had been in the back of her potions book back in her own timeline - the book which she had wisely memorized) she didn't have a problem mixing and making the ingredients, nor adding them.
Eventually, as she had been prowling about the room taking points off of every student that did something not necessarily wrong, but more if she didn't like it. She hated the students. Thus, Hermione had a feeling that both houses wouldn't have any points to take away in a little while.
It was a shame. Understandably, the rest of the students were extremely sour, and Hermione pitied them. Good thing she wouldn't be here by the time the end of the year rolled around.
ANYWAY, the 'professor' had pretty much covered the entire room thrice and was now heading in Hermione's direction. Our Heroine was prepared.
Having finished the potion just a while ago, Hermione stirred it absentmindedly, three times counter clock wise, then five times clock wise. Taking the ladle out, she counted exactly fifty seconds, then stirred it again. She did this nine times, feeling the teacher's presence above her and behind all the time.
After a while, the woman walked passed Hermione and said, "Class, I want a vial of your potion with your name clearly labeled on it, and Miss Granger, you'll be fifty points from Gryffindor."
The reply burst out of Hermione's mouth before she could stop it; "I'm a trade student, you dolt. I'm only in Gryffindor house because I chose the room with a lion on it. Seeing as I'm not technically nor logically registered in that house, or this school for that matter, I think you'll find it a bit impossible to take points away." Stop right there, Hermione! No! don't! "That is, /if/ there are any points /to/ take away after the first five minutes of this class."
There was a very still silence. Nobody moved or blinked, or breathed, it seemed, for that matter. After a while, a voice spoke up, "I agree."
"You stay out of this Mr. Potter."
"I think she's right."
"You too Mr. Black!"
"Look at Hermione's point of view. She's right."
"Lupin! All three of you! All /FOUR/ of you, detention, tonight!"
"I'm sorry, I've got practice. Special permission from the headmaster, too."
"Then Black and Lupin."
"Can't. tonight is a /special/ night."
"Black, I'll hear no excuse whatsoever from you. Nor you, Granger."
"Oh, using my last name, huh?" Now Hermione was getting nasty. "I'll have you know, where I come from that's rude, rude enough to get a couple of gits suspended last year and a few more expelled. My name is Hermione."
"Granger," the potions master's voice became warningly low. But Hermione was feeling angry, reckless, and lightheaded. What was /with/ this? She didn't belong in this school. Not this timeline! So that prat of a teacher couldn't do anything lasting to her, because she hadn't even been born yet! Upon realizing this, a sort of crazy laugh bubbled out, and she pointed her /borrowed/ wand her /borrowed/ cauldron.
"I'll do it! because nothing can happen to me, not here!" she announced. To hell with the world! She was on top of it! She could manipulate, control, even decide these peoples' futures! She /knew/ their futures! What would happen if she were to kill somebody, such as Lily, or James? What would happen then, hmm?
"GRANGER!"
It took Hermione a moment to figure out she had said all that out loud. And , upon further inspection, the class wasn't really sure how to react. Briefly, Hermione ran her words through her mind, meant to swear mentally (must have done it out loud, my what a lovely shade of violet the teacher's face was turning), then dropped her /BORROWED/ wand. It clattered to the floor.
Full realization sunk in. There was a long moment of silence.
Then books clatter and thlunked around, her cauldron tipped over, and the students threw themselves out of her way as Hermione literally threw herself over the desk, slipped slightly on her spilled ingredients, then bolted out of the room.
Through the halls.
She just ran crazedly for a moment, then drew to a stop at an open window, which she threw up out of. Then, sluggishly, she dragged herself to the hospital wing.
After telling her what happened (Madame Pomfrey would have figured it out sooner or later), Madame Pomfrey gave Hermione a number of potions. One to stop vomiting, one to stop lightheadedness, one to calm her stomach down (that and the vomiting one were two completely separate potions), and three that were supposed to affect her mind; decisions area, feeling area, and conscience. Or so Madame Pomfrey told her.
It turned out, this time travel was affecting her mind like crazy.
Hermione accepted the invitation to stay the rest of the day and night in the hospital wing, and even asked for a sleeping draught. She didn't bother worrying about homework and stuff. If there was something she didn't know already, then she'd bother learning it. Otherwise, this wasn't her time. She had already messed up enough of it, and revealing Lily and James like that... how awful...
Sleep was nice. A quiet place where warm blackness covers you from head to toe and comforts every part of your soul.
She woke up again, the next day. The /middle/ of the next day.
"Hullo, and welcome back!" an all-too-familiar voice announced. Hermione didn't even bother turning her head or acknowledging her best friend and crush's godfather. It was... sickening, in a way.
"Since I know you're kind of annoyed with me already, I'll make this quick; first of all, I'd like to say you're very stupid, moronic, idiotic, and brave to stand up like that to /her/ if you know what I mean. Second, afternoon classes today have been counseled due to quidditch game."
She grunted, and despite herself, allowed her eyes to drift over to him. Hermione could stop herself from laughing.
"I'm I wrong in saying you'd like me to come?" she asked, sitting up.
"Nope, you're right!" he said cheerfully, puppy-dog-eyed-expression disappearing. "James - erm, I mean /Harry/, plays the seeker."
"No, I'm willing to accept his name is James," Hermione murmured. "That's a cool position. Do you play on the team?" encouraged by his emphatic nod, she asked, "what position?"
"I'm a beater! The other one is some Weasly guy, he isn't too good at aiming the bludgers, just kind of hits them. So, ya coming?"
Hermione was too smart. "You've planned something. I know, because I annoy you just as much as you me, and you wouldn't be all sweet like that unless you had something planned."
He looked mortally wounded. But this, apparently, was only to the beginning of her speech.
"I annoy you?" he asked, clutching at his heart. "Be still, O thy beating heart! Bleed no more, I beg of thee!"
Hermione snorted. "No, you don't annoy me. I'd just rather avoid you. And Lily, come to think of it. And the other Marauders."
"Why would you like to avoid us?" it wasn't a nasty question, or a hurt one. He genuinely wanted to know. Again, Hermione snorted, and she looked away.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she said softly, "At least, not for over ten years from now. If you still remember this, then you'll know why."
"Oh, are we being mysterious?"
"No, /I/ am being mysterious."
"Tut, tut, tut. Why? What's happening in ten years?"
"Over ten years, /over/. And I'm not telling. I've already aid too much. I'm going to-" her eyes suddenly went the size of saucer plates. Her head whipped around and she grabbed his shoulders. "You can't tell anybody, not /anybody/ that I've, that we've, what I've said! Not never!"
"Why not?"
"Promise! Promise me you won't! you're life will be hell if you don't just forget me now!"
"What? Why? Yup, I knew it. You're a schizophrenic."
Just then, Madame Pomfrey walked in.
"What are /you/ doing here?" she demanded, seeing Sirius. He gave her a (brave) smile.
"Madame Pomfrey?" Hermione asked, releasing Sirius' shoulders so hard he fell back, "can I go to the game this afternoon?"
"I don't know if you're-"
"I'll take all my potions before, and I'll come straight back here after! I promise I will!" a moment of thought. "Then I'll sleep the rest of the day and when I wake up I'll take my potions, eat, then sleep and follow whatever schedule you would like me to!"
"Yes, well..." Madame Pomfrey narrowed her eyes at Hermione. A long minute seemed to stretch for hours. "Oh, I suppose. But I want you right back here the moment the game is finished. Understood?"
"Yes ma'am!"
Madame Pomfrey shook her head. Then she glared at Sirius. "You! out!" she barked. "miss Granger has to get dressed! Shoo!"
It was only after she had been struggling with her robes and drinking all of Madame Pomfrey's potions that Hermione found Sirius' visit strange. She had pretty much announced that she was crazy in their last class, so what was it that...? she groaned softly as she made her way down outside. This had to be a prank. One that she figured might be painful, too.
She clenched her /borrowed/ wand tightly. A small, slow, shrewd smile came to her lips. Maybe it could be backfired. (the prank, I mean) back upon the pranker(s). from what little Hermione knew, Sirius and James were hardly apart. So James would be in on this too. Not to mention Peter and Lupin, though they really didn't seem the type.
By the way, there really isn't much in this I own, ya know...
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.
He was, apparently, away. Or so, after scouring the entire school from divination floor to dungeons and finally settling on knocking on the teachers' door, Hermione was told.
Disappointed, she made her way slowly back to the library, and began searching for a way to get back.
She was only discouraged more, because what she read pretty much announced that she was dead in a few years. Feeling a little sick, she made her way to the great hall, once more wrapped something in a napkin, and hurtled out of there, eating on her way to the hospital wing. There she mentioned something about being a little queasy.
And Madame Pomfrey stood over her and made sure she drank the entire goblet, and insisted she spend the night in the hospital wing. Eager for an excuse not to go to the common room, Hermione agreed.
The next morning, she drank another goblet of the stuff that made her fluttering stomach keep under control, and she hurried off to a late breakfast, and realizing she might be doing this for quite some time as she wrapped some thing in a napkin and ate in on her way to a bathroom (where she used a spell to force her hair into a straightened bun, reminding her of McGonagall) then she was the first to her first class.
Potions.
With the Ravenclaws. But since Lily sat with her friends on one side of the dungeon, and the Marauders sat on the other, Hermione found it quite easy to find a nice seat between them, up in front, alone at an empty desk.
The teacher was female. The teacher made Snape seem like a nice, well- mannered bunny-rabbit with a fluffy tail and big blue eyes. (A/N: **hungry drool**)
After spitting out the directions and taking points from both houses every thirty seconds, the class got to work. The directions had been incoherent, but since Hermione had already studied the particular potion (it had been in the back of her potions book back in her own timeline - the book which she had wisely memorized) she didn't have a problem mixing and making the ingredients, nor adding them.
Eventually, as she had been prowling about the room taking points off of every student that did something not necessarily wrong, but more if she didn't like it. She hated the students. Thus, Hermione had a feeling that both houses wouldn't have any points to take away in a little while.
It was a shame. Understandably, the rest of the students were extremely sour, and Hermione pitied them. Good thing she wouldn't be here by the time the end of the year rolled around.
ANYWAY, the 'professor' had pretty much covered the entire room thrice and was now heading in Hermione's direction. Our Heroine was prepared.
Having finished the potion just a while ago, Hermione stirred it absentmindedly, three times counter clock wise, then five times clock wise. Taking the ladle out, she counted exactly fifty seconds, then stirred it again. She did this nine times, feeling the teacher's presence above her and behind all the time.
After a while, the woman walked passed Hermione and said, "Class, I want a vial of your potion with your name clearly labeled on it, and Miss Granger, you'll be fifty points from Gryffindor."
The reply burst out of Hermione's mouth before she could stop it; "I'm a trade student, you dolt. I'm only in Gryffindor house because I chose the room with a lion on it. Seeing as I'm not technically nor logically registered in that house, or this school for that matter, I think you'll find it a bit impossible to take points away." Stop right there, Hermione! No! don't! "That is, /if/ there are any points /to/ take away after the first five minutes of this class."
There was a very still silence. Nobody moved or blinked, or breathed, it seemed, for that matter. After a while, a voice spoke up, "I agree."
"You stay out of this Mr. Potter."
"I think she's right."
"You too Mr. Black!"
"Look at Hermione's point of view. She's right."
"Lupin! All three of you! All /FOUR/ of you, detention, tonight!"
"I'm sorry, I've got practice. Special permission from the headmaster, too."
"Then Black and Lupin."
"Can't. tonight is a /special/ night."
"Black, I'll hear no excuse whatsoever from you. Nor you, Granger."
"Oh, using my last name, huh?" Now Hermione was getting nasty. "I'll have you know, where I come from that's rude, rude enough to get a couple of gits suspended last year and a few more expelled. My name is Hermione."
"Granger," the potions master's voice became warningly low. But Hermione was feeling angry, reckless, and lightheaded. What was /with/ this? She didn't belong in this school. Not this timeline! So that prat of a teacher couldn't do anything lasting to her, because she hadn't even been born yet! Upon realizing this, a sort of crazy laugh bubbled out, and she pointed her /borrowed/ wand her /borrowed/ cauldron.
"I'll do it! because nothing can happen to me, not here!" she announced. To hell with the world! She was on top of it! She could manipulate, control, even decide these peoples' futures! She /knew/ their futures! What would happen if she were to kill somebody, such as Lily, or James? What would happen then, hmm?
"GRANGER!"
It took Hermione a moment to figure out she had said all that out loud. And , upon further inspection, the class wasn't really sure how to react. Briefly, Hermione ran her words through her mind, meant to swear mentally (must have done it out loud, my what a lovely shade of violet the teacher's face was turning), then dropped her /BORROWED/ wand. It clattered to the floor.
Full realization sunk in. There was a long moment of silence.
Then books clatter and thlunked around, her cauldron tipped over, and the students threw themselves out of her way as Hermione literally threw herself over the desk, slipped slightly on her spilled ingredients, then bolted out of the room.
Through the halls.
She just ran crazedly for a moment, then drew to a stop at an open window, which she threw up out of. Then, sluggishly, she dragged herself to the hospital wing.
After telling her what happened (Madame Pomfrey would have figured it out sooner or later), Madame Pomfrey gave Hermione a number of potions. One to stop vomiting, one to stop lightheadedness, one to calm her stomach down (that and the vomiting one were two completely separate potions), and three that were supposed to affect her mind; decisions area, feeling area, and conscience. Or so Madame Pomfrey told her.
It turned out, this time travel was affecting her mind like crazy.
Hermione accepted the invitation to stay the rest of the day and night in the hospital wing, and even asked for a sleeping draught. She didn't bother worrying about homework and stuff. If there was something she didn't know already, then she'd bother learning it. Otherwise, this wasn't her time. She had already messed up enough of it, and revealing Lily and James like that... how awful...
Sleep was nice. A quiet place where warm blackness covers you from head to toe and comforts every part of your soul.
She woke up again, the next day. The /middle/ of the next day.
"Hullo, and welcome back!" an all-too-familiar voice announced. Hermione didn't even bother turning her head or acknowledging her best friend and crush's godfather. It was... sickening, in a way.
"Since I know you're kind of annoyed with me already, I'll make this quick; first of all, I'd like to say you're very stupid, moronic, idiotic, and brave to stand up like that to /her/ if you know what I mean. Second, afternoon classes today have been counseled due to quidditch game."
She grunted, and despite herself, allowed her eyes to drift over to him. Hermione could stop herself from laughing.
"I'm I wrong in saying you'd like me to come?" she asked, sitting up.
"Nope, you're right!" he said cheerfully, puppy-dog-eyed-expression disappearing. "James - erm, I mean /Harry/, plays the seeker."
"No, I'm willing to accept his name is James," Hermione murmured. "That's a cool position. Do you play on the team?" encouraged by his emphatic nod, she asked, "what position?"
"I'm a beater! The other one is some Weasly guy, he isn't too good at aiming the bludgers, just kind of hits them. So, ya coming?"
Hermione was too smart. "You've planned something. I know, because I annoy you just as much as you me, and you wouldn't be all sweet like that unless you had something planned."
He looked mortally wounded. But this, apparently, was only to the beginning of her speech.
"I annoy you?" he asked, clutching at his heart. "Be still, O thy beating heart! Bleed no more, I beg of thee!"
Hermione snorted. "No, you don't annoy me. I'd just rather avoid you. And Lily, come to think of it. And the other Marauders."
"Why would you like to avoid us?" it wasn't a nasty question, or a hurt one. He genuinely wanted to know. Again, Hermione snorted, and she looked away.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she said softly, "At least, not for over ten years from now. If you still remember this, then you'll know why."
"Oh, are we being mysterious?"
"No, /I/ am being mysterious."
"Tut, tut, tut. Why? What's happening in ten years?"
"Over ten years, /over/. And I'm not telling. I've already aid too much. I'm going to-" her eyes suddenly went the size of saucer plates. Her head whipped around and she grabbed his shoulders. "You can't tell anybody, not /anybody/ that I've, that we've, what I've said! Not never!"
"Why not?"
"Promise! Promise me you won't! you're life will be hell if you don't just forget me now!"
"What? Why? Yup, I knew it. You're a schizophrenic."
Just then, Madame Pomfrey walked in.
"What are /you/ doing here?" she demanded, seeing Sirius. He gave her a (brave) smile.
"Madame Pomfrey?" Hermione asked, releasing Sirius' shoulders so hard he fell back, "can I go to the game this afternoon?"
"I don't know if you're-"
"I'll take all my potions before, and I'll come straight back here after! I promise I will!" a moment of thought. "Then I'll sleep the rest of the day and when I wake up I'll take my potions, eat, then sleep and follow whatever schedule you would like me to!"
"Yes, well..." Madame Pomfrey narrowed her eyes at Hermione. A long minute seemed to stretch for hours. "Oh, I suppose. But I want you right back here the moment the game is finished. Understood?"
"Yes ma'am!"
Madame Pomfrey shook her head. Then she glared at Sirius. "You! out!" she barked. "miss Granger has to get dressed! Shoo!"
It was only after she had been struggling with her robes and drinking all of Madame Pomfrey's potions that Hermione found Sirius' visit strange. She had pretty much announced that she was crazy in their last class, so what was it that...? she groaned softly as she made her way down outside. This had to be a prank. One that she figured might be painful, too.
She clenched her /borrowed/ wand tightly. A small, slow, shrewd smile came to her lips. Maybe it could be backfired. (the prank, I mean) back upon the pranker(s). from what little Hermione knew, Sirius and James were hardly apart. So James would be in on this too. Not to mention Peter and Lupin, though they really didn't seem the type.