Author: Pendragon
Beta Reader: Pah. Are you implying I can't spell?
Main Characters: Hermione & Severus Snape. Also featuring Draco, Harry and Ron, yeah, and Remus, Sirius, James, Lily and Dumbeldore. But mainly Snape (kiss, kiss) and Hermione!
Disclaimer (1): I am not in posession of Harry Potter or related charcaters.
Summary: A bored Headmaster, over excited school and time travelling don't mix well. Add a werewolf, two nitwits and a red-head, and things get messy over in Hogwarts!
Hermione Granger approached the hospital wing of Hogwarts at a half run, satchel filled with books bouncing on her hips. She had just finished Care Of Magical Creatures, and was carrying the designated homework to her friends who were pleading temporary insanity as a release from school for the day.
"Hello miss Granger." Greeted madame Promfrey from somewhere across the ward, "Mr Potter and mr Weasley have already left. I sent them away this afternoon."
"Oh." Murmered Hermione, rather vexed they had not come to find her.
At that point professor Macgonogall was heard shrieking from a small curtained off area close to the windows. The headmaster, Dumbeldore poked his head out from behind the curtain and beckoned the mystified girl closer.
"Miss Granger! He called, eyes twinkling merrily, "Miss Granger!"
"Yes, professor Dumbeldore?" answered Hermione, marching over to him and entering the curtained provenance.
The red-headed girl from the evening before was sittning on the bed, grinning cheerfully across to where Remus Lupin sat, looking disgusted at the mere thought of the bottle at the end of his bed. Sitting on a third bed close to the girl were the two boys whom Snape had hauled away, looking at her expectantly and idily swinging their legs.
"Hello Hermione." Chimed one; Sirius Black. She merely raised an eyebrow at him in surprise and trained her attention on Dumbeldore, although she kept wanting to look at the girl's half familiar face.
"Good evening, Hermione." Said professor Dumbeldore and she declined her head in acceptance of the greeting. "It has come to my attention that we have a large problem."
"Hogwarts wouldn't be Hogwarts without a large problem," she answered smiling.
"Possibly not." He responded, twinkling thoughtfully for a second. Hermione noticed the girl shifting slightly.
"Anyway," he commenced after she had raised both eyebrows. "I need your help. It appears we have some time travellers. Meet James, Sirius, Remus and Lily."
She glanced at them and then turned her attention back to her professor.
"Why doesn't she know us?" burst forth from the girl, and Hermione turned slightly towards her.
"She had an obliviate charm out on when she returned, miss Evans."
"Why?" shriekd Sirius, "We weren't that bad!"
"Because…" Hermione thought back to something obscure that had been poking though her brain matter for the last twelve hours, "Because I didn't…didn't want to hurt…Harry. I didn't want to hurt Harry because I knew his…parents and he…didn't!" she announced triumphantly.
"Excellent!" announced the headmaster. "Now, we just need to clear your mind of the last remaining traces of obliviate. And I know just the man to do that. Severus!"
True to his wraith-like appearance, professor Snape appeared through the curtain, stiffly holding a glass vial. Just in time.
"You bastard!" screamed Remus, snatched up the bottle of potion and threw it straight into Snape's face.
"REMUS!" shouted Dumbeldore, and muttered a charm to clean the last remaining skelegrow potion off his potions professor. James and Sirius glared at him silently, and even Lily looked upset at his presence.
"Um…" said Hermione brilliantly once calm had ensued and Dumbeldore had ensured Remus would throw nothing more. "Er…Why do they keep trying to kill professor Snape? I mean, I know they didn't like him but isn't an assasination attack more subtle?"
The four seventh years turned to stare at her, and even Snape blinked several times in surprise.
"Feom what I can gather from the incessant swearing and rambling, they were off to kill him when they fell through time." Dumbeldore seemed relatively cheerfull.
"Oh. Why?"
"Because, because…" even Sirius fell silent at this question.
"Never mind, Hermione." Dumbeldore patted her hand, and twinkeled at her comfortingly.
"Take this." Snarled the potions professor, ignoring the glares and death stares, "Drink it and go to sleep. If it does what it's supposed to it will restore your memory. If not, you'll probably turn into something horrendous."
Hermioen oblidgingly took the profoured vial and stared at it for a moment. When she looked up, Snape had gone and they were all staring at her.
She uncorked it gingerly and poked a tongue into the bottle neck. Surprisingly, it tasted of her favourite essence; vanilla. She shrugged and drank it all down. Almost at once she felt her eyes begin to close, and lights exploded behind her closed lids, distantly she heard voices as if through a thick fog and they rushed nearer, drowning Sirius' angry cries of;
"I'll kill the greasy bastard!"
Slowly she noticed the lights becoming more stable and finally a white light appeared, gleaming slightly. It was the hospital wing, and she was lying on a bed, watching the ceiling.
A much younger Madame Promfrey bustled over to her and smiled,
"Hello dear." She greeted, and held out a bar of chocolate. Hermione took the chocolate and smiled back. "What's your name?"
"Hermione Granger." Muttered she of that name, and the nurse smiled again as she began to eat the dark brown bar.
"And how did you get here, miss Granger?" a voice she recognised as Dumbeldore's soothed her slightly, and she reached under her robes to pull out the time travellor. Clearly she had gone back in time, and a few twists would sort this out. It wasn't there. She felt herself begin to panic.
"I'll tell you how she got here! She dropped out of the bloody sky onto ME!" came an irirtated voice from the other end of the ward, and she glanced around.
There was a boy lying there, with a grumpy expression and books stacked around his bed. He looked suspiciously like her potions professor; Severus Snape.Except perhaps less greasy and better looking of course.
"Yes, yes." Grumbeled the medi-witch, and took the chocolate over to him. "You've told me a hundred times Severus."
"Hello!" came a bouncy voice to her right, and she turned again. There was another boy lying there, with messy black hair and a cheeky grin. His eyes were onyx. "I'm Sirius. Technically you dropped on me too."
"Oh. I'm dreadfully sorry." She muttered, slightly flabbergasted at meeting Sirius Black again.
"Don't be. He probably enjoyed it." Commented a dryly cheerful voice and she twisted in her bed again. Sitting next to Sirius was a boy with a mane of sandy hair and clear brown eyes. He was smiling.
"Remus Lupin.Why are you here again!?" Madame Promfrey sighed and strode over to him as he grinned at her.
"I fell into my potion, mam'." He said respectfully, gesticulating towards his shredded robes and slightly angry green boils.
"And why doesn't that surpise me."Professor Dumbeldore snorted, and twinkled merrily. "Someday Remus, you'll get trapped in a cauldron and come up here completely purple."
"Idiot boy." Snarled Severus, glaring at him, "I suppose you ruined it as well?"
"Aw, you'll mend it Snivellous. You always do." Remus had the grace to look vaguely apologetic.Severus rolled his eyes and returned to the book he was reading.
"Back to the original subject I think." Said Dumbeldore, and smiled at Hermione.
"I think…I think I fell through time, professor." She admitted, "I've lost my timeturner.I was on the way to potions. My professor is going to kill me! And then hang me from the ceiling."
"I'm sure he'll understand."
"And I'm sure he won't. No offense, but he's vicious."Hermione glanced briefly towards Snape, immersed in his book.
It was certainly a surprise to have met her potion's teacher, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and professor Dumbeldore fiveteen years younger. At least, she shuddered, she hadn't met Lucious Malfoy or Lily or James.
At that point a commotion sounded by the door.
"Oh come on madame!" sounded an exasperated voice that sounded like Harry's. "Please!"
"Fine! But no more than ten minutes! And you too miss Evans!"
In through the entrance arc bounded a tall, lanky boy with short dark hair sticking up in every direction, a cheeky grin and a delicate bone structure. He was dragging a red headed girl with an elfin look behind him and waving at Sirius and Remus energetically. The girl was sighing.
"Hello!" he greeted cheerfully, throwing a boy of Bertie Bott's Everyflavour beans at Sirius who caught them deftley. "You missed Trewlany predicting my death at the paws of a giant grim like dog!"
Hermione gulped and watched them carefully. The girl seemed tired, and was talking quietly to Remus about his ruined potion. The dead had come to haunt her.She could see the dead. Well, technically they weren't dead, but…
The girl noticed her suddenly, and came over.
"Hello." She said softly, "I'm Lily Evans."
Jamse caught sight of her too, and wandered over to the gap between her and Sirius' beds.
"Who are you?" he asked, and ran a hand through his touseled hair. "I'm James Potter."
Sirius grinned cheerfully and began.
"This is Hermione Granger.She fell through time on top of me."
"Hello." Said Hermione, unsure of wether to sob hysterically over them or act normally. She decided upon acting normally. She wasn't sure of the future she wanted to give away.
"Miss Granger." Interrrupted the headmaster, shushing James. "Which house are you in?"
"Gryffindor of course."
A small groan was heard from the other end of the infirmary. Severus Snape had clearly been listening in. She neglected to mention the hat had almost sorted her into Slytherin and Ravenclaw.Nobody had ever claimed the hat was decisive, in fact, had it been blonde, it could have classified as airheaded.
"Only a damn Gryffindor would design to fall on people when all the hallways are deserted." He murmered, and went back to his book.
"Shut up Snivellous!" shouted James, and glared at him.
Every day for the nect week was like that. Hermione didn't really know why she was still in the hospital wing, but rain or shine, the mauraders and Lily would amble up to see her and talk to her. And argue with Snape, who it would seem was in there after being knocked from his broom the day after he was released.
"Snivellous!"
"Idiot Boy!"
"Slytherin!"
"Gryffindor!"
"Shut up! Both of you!" snapped Hermione suddenly, on Friday. Lily was sitting by her bed, and they were both reading about animagus transformations for homework. The boys glanced up, startled. Lily smiled serenly.
"I am sick and tired of you argueing all the time! Just ignore each other!"
"Yes Hermione." Dutifully rang out from four voices, and Hermione smiled. Thankfully she had not yet met Peter Pettigrew, because she might be tempted to wring his neck.Or feed him rat poisin at dinner.
"Miss Granger, my dear." Madame Promfrey had bustled up, "We're letting you out of the hospital wing today. The headmaster has decided you are not going to vanish into the future until Hogwarts becides it wants you to, or his future self finds out how to bring you back."
Six whoops rent the air; Severus simply growled crossly under his breath and cursed slightly. He had enjoyed talking to her.
"Well, isn't that good." Drawled a voice, and Hermione was reminded suddenly of Draco Malfoy before Voldemort was killed.
"Piss off Malfoy." She muttered, loud enough for him to hear, and pulled her school robes over her head.
"How…How the fuck do you know my name?" he asked, regaining his self control easily. She only smirked.
"Come on Hermione. Let's go and get something to eat!"
"Now, why doesn't that surprise me?" she grumbled quietly to Lily who giggled.
To Kyra Invictus Black,
Greetings! In answer to your questions, 'angry boy' is Sirius Black and 'messy boy' is James Potter, so who was talking when, I have no idea. No, it's very depressing, I can't even keep track of my own stories. I think, I think it was probably meant to be confusing – but I wrote it long, long ago before the mushroom-who-lives-in-my-head departed, and only he knows the answer. Remus and Lily, well they know Hermione through reasons that are explained above – timetravel! As for Harry and Snape, I firmly believe that Harry is a poof and deserves a slapping, and that ickle Sevvikins will save the day once again from bumbling idiots like Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter, as well as defeating my favourite character, Lord Voldie.
Thankyou very much for your review! By the way, loving 'Invictus' – very wicked!
To ghost,
Thankyou! And sorry. I temporarily fell off the planet.
Actually, I had exams, but falling off the planet is much more interesting, isn't it!
To Nikki,
Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! A thousand apologies. One new chapter ready and waiting for a review!
I apologise to any blondes reading my story, I understand that you are not all bimbos. In fact, I know a lot of intelligent blondes! I wish to stress that I am not hairist – just funny in the head…