It's Dejavu All Over Again

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN NOTHING!!!! Except the plot!!!

Summary: 20 year old Hermione hated her past. . .what if. . .what if she had the chance to change it? What would she do?

A/N: Let's see if you're reading the A/Ns, I've changed all of them! :sticks out tongue: I've taken the time to figure out fanfiction.com as well. Cool huh? And thank you all who have been reading this story and reviewing. . .For this I'm giving you a brand new look to things. . . I've taken the time to sit down and re-read everything I've typed. Cheers!

Chapter 1: Hermione then. . .Hermione now

*Flashback*

            "Hermione! I can't believe it! You actually got that job you wanted!" Ginny squealed. "Lucky duck. I still can't get over the fact that you get to go and work in America. What did you do to change their minds?"

           

            "Oh you know the usual. I went down on my knees, kissed the ground that the members of the Ministry of Magic walked upon, and begged for the job." She replied trying to keep a straight face.

            "Really?" Ginny questioned so naive of Hermione's sarcastic voice.

            "No silly, I'm being sarcastic. I had to argue a lot, in other words I had to file and do too much paperwork. Just about killed my hand while I was at it, and too top it off I had to do all of this paperwork while studying for final exams!" Hermione said with a laugh.

            "That bites." Ginny remarked..

            "No shit Sherlock!" Giggling Hermione affirmed.

            "Hey. . .I resent that." Ginny said with a pout.

            "Always practical aren't you?"

            "I guess. . .oh Hermione I'll miss you!" Ginny wrapped her arms around Hermione. "I'm so happy for you, but at the same time mad at you 'cause you won't be at Hogwarts next year! You won't be able to help me on my homework or, or be there for me!" Ginny burst into tears on Hermione's shoulder, making it all wet.

            "Hey, hey, don't worry. Just call me up of send me an owl. I could probably visit you for the summer." Patting Ginny's back Hermione untangled herself from Ginny's embrace.

            "Yeah, I guess you're right. Do you think I could come and live with you in America? Maybe help you out with your job? By the way, what IS your job again? I know you told me. . .but I lost you somewhere when you were talking about looking for objects in the Great Smoky Mountains and how did this come out of S.P.E.W again?"

            "Beats me. . .it just sort of came to me. Well, I did get part of my idea from some book I read, but that's about it. . .I think."

            "Bookworm!" Ginny giggled and playfully punched Hermione's arm. Hermione just rolled her eyes.

*End Flashback*

:Hermione's POV in her diary:

            That was three years ago and right after I graduated; I was shipped off to America. Lucky me. . .right? Let me just say, Lord Voldemort was defeated our 6th year. I'll say that because I need to clear things up for me. I also need to say just because I'm going to America I'm not running from anything, well maybe I am. I guess I'm running from my past. My painful past. With mean words and horrible memories. Not that you care or anything.

            If I could change one thing I would change my. . .my past. We can all dream can't we? I guess you can say I've changed. . .changed a lot. I'm more confident, I'm more. . .loud, wild. . .crazy even. Why? I decided I didn't want to be labeled as the "bookworm" anymore. I didn't want to be considered "second rate" or as the nice "wallflower."

            Well, I'm a paleontologist, haven't you guessed already? I'm a pretty good one, too. Wait, scratch that, I'm a damn good one. I'm in charge of seven other dig sites beside my first original site in the Great Smoky Mountains; all which have found many magical artifacts that are now going to be proudly displayed by the Ministry of Magic, tonight. Beat that you bimbo fruitcakes who told me I wouldn't find anything!

            Anyway, I guess I am a success. You can say that…my name is everywhere. . .well in the Daily Prophet, so I hear. Wow, big whoop. I really don't care. I've stopped reading it ever since they totally dissed one of my best friends, Harry Potter. I mean how could they do that to him, he was after all the one to save all our asses in the end. Whatever.

            I can't believe I have to go to that stupid opening night and even say something. It's not like they supported me in the first place. Not that I don't have anything to better to do. At least my best friends will be there. Gods, I haven't seen them since last Christmas! Oh, and I'll be back in London! I think I am getting to the point where I actually miss London, I think that's pretty sad, wasn't I running away from it in the first place?

                                                                                    -Hermione

            Hermione cursed and slammed her diary close with a loud thud.

            "I give up! I never can get this writing to myself in a diary, can I?" She muttered under her breath.

            She rubbed at her eyes trying to get the sleep out of them. Hermione yawned and got up to stretch.

            "Damn! I need to get a dress." She pounded her fists down onto the top of her desk. All of her organized stacks of important papers were upset in the process and went flying in the air and left her clean room floor cluttered. "I'm having a bad, bad day. Where's Ginny when you need her?"

            'What the hell am I talking to myself for?' Hermione thought. 'I'm really losing it!'

            Hermione picked up her cell phone and dialed Ginny's number.

            'She better be there. . .I need her right now!' She groaned to herself.

            "Hello? Hermione that you?" Ginny's reassuring voice said, distant in the receiver.

            "Yeah it's me. . .and I'm in a foul mood. I just remembered a few seconds ago I had to get a fucking dress for tonight because I don't have one!"

            Hermione could hear Ginny laughing away from the phone.

            "Hey! This isn't funny you know! I don't know what to do and I'm pressed for time." Hermione said with a smile.

            "S-sorry! I can't help it. . .and to think I was worried that I didn't have a dress for tonight, and I was just going to be calling you in a few seconds!"

            Hermione laughed and said, "I guess we need to go shopping. . .do you want me to come over to your apartment?"

            "Sure, I'll meet you by the fireplace!"

            "Ha ha." Hermione said a little sarcastically.

            "What?!" She said with a laugh. "Did you want to fly over or something like that?"

            "Naw. . .I'm fine with floo powder. . ."

            "Then get your butt over here! I can't wait to see you!!" Ginny said totally interrupting Hermione.

            "I'm coming, I'm coming! I need to hang up. Traveling by Floo powder messes with my cell phone when it's on. Bye honey."

            "Love you!" Ginny replied.

            Hermione turned off her cell phone, smiling to herself she grabbed a handful of Floo powder from a jar on her mantel by her fireplace. Walking inside her fireplace she sprinkled some powder on her head and yelled, "Ginny's apartment!"

            Green fire suddenly engulfed Hermione and in a few seconds she was gone.

A/N: Well, I'm keeping some of the A/N I wrote, cept it's the bottom paragraph…so, bloody to you. If you don't like the change that this story is undergoing that though luck…I was thinking cause it's a new year and my birthday is on Sunday and I'm going to be a "big girl" I thought, what the heck, this old look to things has got to go.

Wait! I'm not finished yet! You're probably not reading this by now. . .I usually don't read "A/N's" myself, but that's BESIDE the point! I HAVE to complain about HOW this is my first story and that you MUST be nice to me. Yadda, yadda, yadda! Yeah right. Screw that. I don't care what you say in the reviews. You don't need to be nice either! Everybody seems to write about how this story or that story is their first one and they tell you to be nice. Lol. Well, there I just told you to be nice! I'm joining the millions of people on this site that say it. So you can just kiss my ass for all I care! By the way, I'm joking around for those who don't get me. Don't take any offense in what I say, I really don't mean any harm.

            ~Love always~

                        Angel of Rage