Meeting The Past Chapter One-How It All Began
"The last part of the exam will be how well you can fly." Professor Lee, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, finished his preview of the O.W.L.s.
Walking past the babbling professor and out into the hallway, Hermione Granger sighed deeply. "If I don't learn how to fly decently by tomorrow evening, I won't get a high mark on my Defense Against the Dark Arts exam!"
"Don't worry about it, 'Mione. Me and Ron will teach you how to fly!" Her best friend Harry Potter assured her.
"Really?! Oh thanks, you guys!" She felt like she could kiss him right there and then. She blushed at the thought, and instead gave him a friendly hug. "D'you think you guys could teach me tonight?"
"Oh, sure! We'll have to sneak out using Harry's Invisibility Cloak later tonight, though. I think the bloody Slytherins are using the field for Quidditch this evening," Ron finished, and then glared daggers at a blonde haired boy with green and silver robes. 'That stupid prat,' he thought rather obscurely.
Hermione laughed inwardly at Ron, who was still watching Draco Malfoy's every move very attentively. "Well then, I'll meet you two outside the Gryffindor common room by the portrait hole."
"All right 'Mione. Wait, do you even own a broom?" Harry asked.
Hermione looked thoughtful for a moment, then replied, "No, I suppose I don't. Do you have an extra I could borrow for tonight, and possibly tomorrow too?"
"Of course, I have my old Nimbus 2000 you could use. I'll bring it with me when we meet up. Later, 'Mione!" With that, the two boys turned around and walked off, leaving Hermione alone in the middle of the hallway.
"Oh no, what have I gotten myself into?" She groaned. 'Well, that Harry does have a nice butt!' She widened her eyes at the voice in her head. "Oh, no he does NOT have a nice butt, you stupid git!" she exclaimed. Many students milling around the hallways turned to stare at the distraught young woman. "Oh, right. Sorry."
She turned on her heels and hurled herself into an empty classroom. "Okay, 'Mione. Three turns, and then to Herbology." She pulled out her Time Turner and turned the bottom around three times.
Later That Evening
"All right 'Mione. Hold your hand out and say 'Up', like this," Harry demonstrated how to summon a broom using his Firebolt he received from his godfather, Sirius Black, in their 3rd year.
"UP!" she yelled, but the broom remained planted by her feet. "I told you to get up, you bloody broom! Up, before I hex you!" The broom was up in her hand in the blink of an eye.
"Um, good 'Mione! A bit forceful, but good nonetheless. Okay, now mount the broom," Ron instructed her. Hermoine did as she was told, and hopped onto the broom. "Okay, now lean forward a bit, and pull the handle up at the same time."
Again, she did as she was told. She soared up into the air, only to be met with none other than Draco Malfoy.
"What are you doing, mudblood? Oh right, your muggle parents never taught you to fly." With that, he rapidly flew past her. She fumbled a bit on the broom, but managed to stay on. "What's the matter? Can't ride a broom? I always figured you could ride anything," then glanced down at Ron and Harry.
"Oh, you stupid git. Leave me alone!" she yelled at Malfoy.
"Ooooh I'm so scared. What are you going to do, mudblood, knock me off my broom?"
She successfully flew to where Malfoy was hovering on his broomstick and reached out to smack him, only to be grabbed on her wrist by his surprisingly strong grip.
"You'll pay for that one, mudblood. Your precious boyfriend Harry Potty can't save you now."
"He's not my BOYFRIEND!" she screamed, and tried to wriggle free. The force of her movement caused her to sway dangerously on the broom. Malfoy was looking confused, probably wondering if he should help her, or let her fall to the ground below them. Before he could decide, she was already soaring through the air.
"HERMIONE!" Harry and Ron shouted almost simultaneously. As she hit the ground, they heard the sound of glass shattering.
She awoke in the Gryffindor common room, almost identical to the one she accommodated every day, but with deliberate mistakes. The curtains, usually dull to color, were bright and looked brand new, and the once dingy smell that wafted in the air was replaced with the intoxicating smell of expensive cologne and butterbeer.
"Um, who are you?" a boy with glasses and hazel eyes asked.
"Oh Harry, thank Merlin it's you! I thought that-"
"Harry? Who's Harry? Have you lost your marbles?"
Hermione looked closer at the boy. 'It isn't Harry,' she thought. 'Harry has green eyes, and he also has a scar...but who is this?' Her eyes widened with sudden realization, and she stuttered a bit. "Wh-wh-what year is it?"
"It's 1985, of course, you silly girl. Which house are you from?" She looked at the man who had answered her question. Her eyes met with a boy's with dark, mysterious eyes and long, dark black hair. He had a handsome face in which was accented by the hint of a grin. "Are you okay?" asked the 16-year-old version of Harry's godfather.
Wow, this is my first story! Please review, flames welcome. I'm 14, and I want to know if I need to fix something that I'm doing wrong. There are many great writers on here, and I was hoping I could get some suggestions, or get my butt kicked for accidentally stealing someone else's story title!(Sorry if I did, by the way) I need to know if I should continue this story, or just give up and think of a new plot. Thanks in advance!;)
"The last part of the exam will be how well you can fly." Professor Lee, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, finished his preview of the O.W.L.s.
Walking past the babbling professor and out into the hallway, Hermione Granger sighed deeply. "If I don't learn how to fly decently by tomorrow evening, I won't get a high mark on my Defense Against the Dark Arts exam!"
"Don't worry about it, 'Mione. Me and Ron will teach you how to fly!" Her best friend Harry Potter assured her.
"Really?! Oh thanks, you guys!" She felt like she could kiss him right there and then. She blushed at the thought, and instead gave him a friendly hug. "D'you think you guys could teach me tonight?"
"Oh, sure! We'll have to sneak out using Harry's Invisibility Cloak later tonight, though. I think the bloody Slytherins are using the field for Quidditch this evening," Ron finished, and then glared daggers at a blonde haired boy with green and silver robes. 'That stupid prat,' he thought rather obscurely.
Hermione laughed inwardly at Ron, who was still watching Draco Malfoy's every move very attentively. "Well then, I'll meet you two outside the Gryffindor common room by the portrait hole."
"All right 'Mione. Wait, do you even own a broom?" Harry asked.
Hermione looked thoughtful for a moment, then replied, "No, I suppose I don't. Do you have an extra I could borrow for tonight, and possibly tomorrow too?"
"Of course, I have my old Nimbus 2000 you could use. I'll bring it with me when we meet up. Later, 'Mione!" With that, the two boys turned around and walked off, leaving Hermione alone in the middle of the hallway.
"Oh no, what have I gotten myself into?" She groaned. 'Well, that Harry does have a nice butt!' She widened her eyes at the voice in her head. "Oh, no he does NOT have a nice butt, you stupid git!" she exclaimed. Many students milling around the hallways turned to stare at the distraught young woman. "Oh, right. Sorry."
She turned on her heels and hurled herself into an empty classroom. "Okay, 'Mione. Three turns, and then to Herbology." She pulled out her Time Turner and turned the bottom around three times.
Later That Evening
"All right 'Mione. Hold your hand out and say 'Up', like this," Harry demonstrated how to summon a broom using his Firebolt he received from his godfather, Sirius Black, in their 3rd year.
"UP!" she yelled, but the broom remained planted by her feet. "I told you to get up, you bloody broom! Up, before I hex you!" The broom was up in her hand in the blink of an eye.
"Um, good 'Mione! A bit forceful, but good nonetheless. Okay, now mount the broom," Ron instructed her. Hermoine did as she was told, and hopped onto the broom. "Okay, now lean forward a bit, and pull the handle up at the same time."
Again, she did as she was told. She soared up into the air, only to be met with none other than Draco Malfoy.
"What are you doing, mudblood? Oh right, your muggle parents never taught you to fly." With that, he rapidly flew past her. She fumbled a bit on the broom, but managed to stay on. "What's the matter? Can't ride a broom? I always figured you could ride anything," then glanced down at Ron and Harry.
"Oh, you stupid git. Leave me alone!" she yelled at Malfoy.
"Ooooh I'm so scared. What are you going to do, mudblood, knock me off my broom?"
She successfully flew to where Malfoy was hovering on his broomstick and reached out to smack him, only to be grabbed on her wrist by his surprisingly strong grip.
"You'll pay for that one, mudblood. Your precious boyfriend Harry Potty can't save you now."
"He's not my BOYFRIEND!" she screamed, and tried to wriggle free. The force of her movement caused her to sway dangerously on the broom. Malfoy was looking confused, probably wondering if he should help her, or let her fall to the ground below them. Before he could decide, she was already soaring through the air.
"HERMIONE!" Harry and Ron shouted almost simultaneously. As she hit the ground, they heard the sound of glass shattering.
She awoke in the Gryffindor common room, almost identical to the one she accommodated every day, but with deliberate mistakes. The curtains, usually dull to color, were bright and looked brand new, and the once dingy smell that wafted in the air was replaced with the intoxicating smell of expensive cologne and butterbeer.
"Um, who are you?" a boy with glasses and hazel eyes asked.
"Oh Harry, thank Merlin it's you! I thought that-"
"Harry? Who's Harry? Have you lost your marbles?"
Hermione looked closer at the boy. 'It isn't Harry,' she thought. 'Harry has green eyes, and he also has a scar...but who is this?' Her eyes widened with sudden realization, and she stuttered a bit. "Wh-wh-what year is it?"
"It's 1985, of course, you silly girl. Which house are you from?" She looked at the man who had answered her question. Her eyes met with a boy's with dark, mysterious eyes and long, dark black hair. He had a handsome face in which was accented by the hint of a grin. "Are you okay?" asked the 16-year-old version of Harry's godfather.
Wow, this is my first story! Please review, flames welcome. I'm 14, and I want to know if I need to fix something that I'm doing wrong. There are many great writers on here, and I was hoping I could get some suggestions, or get my butt kicked for accidentally stealing someone else's story title!(Sorry if I did, by the way) I need to know if I should continue this story, or just give up and think of a new plot. Thanks in advance!;)
