Disclaimer: I don't own J.K. Rowling or her fabulous stories. I am just
borrowing several of her characters and ideas for some fun! Don't sue me,
and please enjoy!
A/N: Thanks for reading this story. It is a Time Turner fic because I am absolutely mad for those Marauders, right, sugarprincess? Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy, and honestly, I love reviews, so since you have already taken the time to read, can you take a bit more and review? Thanks in advance!
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September 27, 1996, Gryffindor Common Room
Dear Journal,
My name is Hermione Ann Granger. I just receive this journal from my parents for my birthday. I am feeling kind of miserable, though. The note on the card had read, "Dearest Hermione, Happy Birthday! We thought this journal may be most practical because you obviously cannot share your thoughts with us anymore. Have a good term. Love, Mum and Dad," so I am sure you can only figure out why I am feeling the way I am. I mean, this all started over the summer. Mum and Dad kept asking me questions about that night at the Ministry and I couldn't answer. I didn't want them to know how it really is out there. They're Muggles, for crying out loud! It's not like they would understand. So yeah, now I find myself here, curled up in my favorite chair, trying to defend myself in an argument to a book. Smart, Hermione!
Anyways, I will tell you a little background information on me, as well as my friends, who have just shown up. Quidditch practice has just ended. Anyway, we are all 16 years old and in out sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry and Ron are neglecting their studies for Quidditch as usual, while I have taken on an overly full course load again, which I haven't done since my third year. I have my Time Turner back, and this time I have told Harry and Ron.
Next, there is Harry. He is "The Boy Who Lived" but he really hates all the publicity. He has black hair, sparkling green eyes, and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. He's is really sweet, and if you haven't guessed, I have a major crush on him. But now, we are just friends, and I really don't want to turn into another Ginny!
Ron is my other best friend. He has red hair and freckles, just like the rest of his family. He is really tall, about 6'. I am only 5'4" and Harry is about 5'10". Ron has five brothers, and one sister, Ginny, who I mentioned already. She is another friend.
Anyway, I hate to cut this short, but I have to go. I am going to be late for my meeting with Professor McGonagall, who is my role model and the Transfigurations teacher here. Bye for now!
~Hermione the late
September 27, 1996, Sixth Year Girls Dorm
Dear Journal,
I am so shocked right now. Now I know why my parents were asking so many questions. Now I know why they can go into Diagon Alley. Now I understand why they can travel by Floo Powder, or why I have the top grades here. I better start from the beginning.
I showed up at the meeting (I was only three minutes late). Professor McGonagall asked me if I had anything planned for my future yet. I mentioned teaching or becoming an Auror. Professor McGonagall asked if the latter choice was because of my parents. I told her I didn't understand, and she went on to ask if I had wanted to become an Auror because my parents were such great Aurors. I told her she must have made a mistake, my parents were Muggles. Well, she Flooed them.
Since when were the Grangers connected to Floo? Ever since they were Aurors. Ever since I, Hermione Ann Granger, was a pureblood witch. I am still in shock! Just wait till Malfoy calls me a Mudblood again. Good- night!
~Hermione the Pureblood
September 30, 1996, Quidditch Stands
Dear Journal,
Well, Journal, my secret is out. I let it slip to Malfoy today when he got in my way in a corridor. I was going to be late for Charms, and I hate being late. He stood in front of me and was like, "Where ya going, Mudblood?" I was like, "Excuse me, but I am not a Mudblood! My parents are Aurors, now MOVE!" Needless to say, he moved!
I used my Time Turner to get my homework done, and now I am at Harry, Ron, and Ginny's Quidditch practice. It's really handy to have my Time Turner back because of all my homework with all my classes, and I can still do fun things, too. Yes, I can be a
September 30, 1996, a few benches farther down, Quidditch Stands
Dear Journal,
Oh my gosh! Some stupid prat just grabbed my shoulder and I went tumbling down a few rows of seats. When I looked up, nobody was there. Hold on, Harry is here now. I will be back soon!
~Hermione the disoriented
September 30, 1996, Hospital Wing
Dear Journal,
Someone is playing a cruel joke on me. Harry kept telling me his name was James and then insisted on carrying me to the Hospital Wing. Now I am here with Ginny, who keeps telling me to call her Lily, and Neville, who is saying, "No, Miss, it's Peter. Peter Pettegrew."
I really don't know what's going on here, but as soon as possible, I need to find Professor Dumbledore. He surely will be above this cruel practical joke! That, or else I think I must have hit my head pretty hard. I'm going to get some rest.
~Hermione the annoyed
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A/N: Well, there is my first chapter! I hope you guys enjoy! It is going to be full of twists and turns, and I intend on introducing Hermione to the rest of the Marauders (my favorites) in the next chapter! Please review or I might just abandon this story!
Love to all,
CrazySwimmer
A/N: Thanks for reading this story. It is a Time Turner fic because I am absolutely mad for those Marauders, right, sugarprincess? Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy, and honestly, I love reviews, so since you have already taken the time to read, can you take a bit more and review? Thanks in advance!
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September 27, 1996, Gryffindor Common Room
Dear Journal,
My name is Hermione Ann Granger. I just receive this journal from my parents for my birthday. I am feeling kind of miserable, though. The note on the card had read, "Dearest Hermione, Happy Birthday! We thought this journal may be most practical because you obviously cannot share your thoughts with us anymore. Have a good term. Love, Mum and Dad," so I am sure you can only figure out why I am feeling the way I am. I mean, this all started over the summer. Mum and Dad kept asking me questions about that night at the Ministry and I couldn't answer. I didn't want them to know how it really is out there. They're Muggles, for crying out loud! It's not like they would understand. So yeah, now I find myself here, curled up in my favorite chair, trying to defend myself in an argument to a book. Smart, Hermione!
Anyways, I will tell you a little background information on me, as well as my friends, who have just shown up. Quidditch practice has just ended. Anyway, we are all 16 years old and in out sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry and Ron are neglecting their studies for Quidditch as usual, while I have taken on an overly full course load again, which I haven't done since my third year. I have my Time Turner back, and this time I have told Harry and Ron.
Next, there is Harry. He is "The Boy Who Lived" but he really hates all the publicity. He has black hair, sparkling green eyes, and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. He's is really sweet, and if you haven't guessed, I have a major crush on him. But now, we are just friends, and I really don't want to turn into another Ginny!
Ron is my other best friend. He has red hair and freckles, just like the rest of his family. He is really tall, about 6'. I am only 5'4" and Harry is about 5'10". Ron has five brothers, and one sister, Ginny, who I mentioned already. She is another friend.
Anyway, I hate to cut this short, but I have to go. I am going to be late for my meeting with Professor McGonagall, who is my role model and the Transfigurations teacher here. Bye for now!
~Hermione the late
September 27, 1996, Sixth Year Girls Dorm
Dear Journal,
I am so shocked right now. Now I know why my parents were asking so many questions. Now I know why they can go into Diagon Alley. Now I understand why they can travel by Floo Powder, or why I have the top grades here. I better start from the beginning.
I showed up at the meeting (I was only three minutes late). Professor McGonagall asked me if I had anything planned for my future yet. I mentioned teaching or becoming an Auror. Professor McGonagall asked if the latter choice was because of my parents. I told her I didn't understand, and she went on to ask if I had wanted to become an Auror because my parents were such great Aurors. I told her she must have made a mistake, my parents were Muggles. Well, she Flooed them.
Since when were the Grangers connected to Floo? Ever since they were Aurors. Ever since I, Hermione Ann Granger, was a pureblood witch. I am still in shock! Just wait till Malfoy calls me a Mudblood again. Good- night!
~Hermione the Pureblood
September 30, 1996, Quidditch Stands
Dear Journal,
Well, Journal, my secret is out. I let it slip to Malfoy today when he got in my way in a corridor. I was going to be late for Charms, and I hate being late. He stood in front of me and was like, "Where ya going, Mudblood?" I was like, "Excuse me, but I am not a Mudblood! My parents are Aurors, now MOVE!" Needless to say, he moved!
I used my Time Turner to get my homework done, and now I am at Harry, Ron, and Ginny's Quidditch practice. It's really handy to have my Time Turner back because of all my homework with all my classes, and I can still do fun things, too. Yes, I can be a
September 30, 1996, a few benches farther down, Quidditch Stands
Dear Journal,
Oh my gosh! Some stupid prat just grabbed my shoulder and I went tumbling down a few rows of seats. When I looked up, nobody was there. Hold on, Harry is here now. I will be back soon!
~Hermione the disoriented
September 30, 1996, Hospital Wing
Dear Journal,
Someone is playing a cruel joke on me. Harry kept telling me his name was James and then insisted on carrying me to the Hospital Wing. Now I am here with Ginny, who keeps telling me to call her Lily, and Neville, who is saying, "No, Miss, it's Peter. Peter Pettegrew."
I really don't know what's going on here, but as soon as possible, I need to find Professor Dumbledore. He surely will be above this cruel practical joke! That, or else I think I must have hit my head pretty hard. I'm going to get some rest.
~Hermione the annoyed
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A/N: Well, there is my first chapter! I hope you guys enjoy! It is going to be full of twists and turns, and I intend on introducing Hermione to the rest of the Marauders (my favorites) in the next chapter! Please review or I might just abandon this story!
Love to all,
CrazySwimmer