Hermione woke up the next morning earlier than she usually would have. She tried to roll over in bed so that she could open the drapes but something was in her way...it was Michael. She had completely forgotten about everything that had happened the night before.
She got out of bed, careful not to disturb him. When she stepped out of the shower, she performed a drying spell and was completely dry seconds later. With her towel still on, she reached for the doorknob of her closet, anticipating what kind of clothes would be in there for her. What she saw had taken her by surprise.
The closet was very neatly organized, with very nice dress robes and elegant dresses were by themselves on one side, neatly hanging on hangers. The other half of the closet was what she guessed was Rayne's regular school attire, which consisted of many old t-shirts and torn jeans. She pulled one of the shirts out so that she could read the logo. It was a muggle band that she was completely familiar with; the shirt had a large AC/DC logo on it with a picture of Angus Young playing guitar on it. She looked at the rest of the shirts, which had other muggle bands on them, such as the Sex Pistols, Clash, and many other punk bands she liked back at home.
Hermione decided that she would wear a black Ramones shirt, a pair of torn jeans, and a pair of black sneakers. She looked at her reflection as she passed the large closet mirror. She admired the way her hair hung perfectly in loose waves, and she hadn't even styled it yet. 'Wow, I think I could get used to this...' The jeans she had chosen clung perfectly to her hips, and were torn at the knee and behind her thigh on one leg. The sneakers were worn just enough to be comfortable, but not too ratty-looking. The shirt was torn just above the hem of her pants, showing a sliver of her skin, and she noticed a mark on her skin.
Just to the right of her bellybutton was a small red and green rose tattoo. She also noticed that her bellybutton was pierced, and the balls on each end of the metal were scarlet, gold, and had the Gryffindor lion placed in the center. Hermione didn't even bother to put on makeup; she decided that she looked good enough already.
Sneaking out the door of her room, she noticed that Michael still hadn't woken up yet, and she hadn't really wanted him to either; she wanted to talk to Professor Dumbledore alone.
Thankfully, no one was roaming through the halls yet, so she hurried before anyone else woke up. When she got to the gargoyle statue guarding the entrance to Dumbledore's office, she realized that she didn't even know the password. Suddenly, a voice from behind her startled her so badly that she nearly screamed.
"So good to see you up early for a change, Miss Stanford," Professor Dumbledore's voice echoed through the empty hallways. "You wanted to speak to me, I imagine?"
"Yes, yes I did. It's sort of urgent, so if you could lend me a minute-,"
But he had cut her off mid-sentence. "Of course, I'd like to know why you're acting a bit... out of the ordinary. Please, please, let's go inside my office."
He said the password and as they were ascending the stairs to his office, she noticed how he hadn't changed much in a 29 year's time period. He still had the same robes, same hat, same twinkling in his eye as the Dumbledore she knew from 2004.
"Please, have a seat, Miss Stanford. Something's on your mind?"
"Yes, professor. I don't know where to start. This may sound strange, but please let me finish. I was currently attending Hogwarts in the year 2004, and in the middle of my Potions class, Professor Snape was picking on one of the students. There is a student, Neville Longbottom, who isn't very good at making potions, and his of course was the wrong color. He asked me if I wanted to drink it to prove to the class that it was wrong. I, of course, didn't want to look weak in front of my friends.
"I'm not entirely sure of what happened next, all I remember is taking a drink and passing out, and I woke up in a strange bed 29 years earlier," she took a deep breath, glad to get that off her chest.
"Well, Miss...,"
"Granger, Hermione Granger," she said.
"Well, Miss Granger, that's quite a story you've got there," he said. "I can't say that I've dealt with anything like this before, but that's not a problem. It seems that the potion you drank was a rare potion, a Lycajuice potion, which when drunk causes you to switch places with someone you long to become, and Rayne Stanford seems to be victim of this. Her mind is, as you've probably guessed, is inside of your body right now, in 2004.
"Eventually, it will wear off and you will be back to your old self again. How long it will last, I'm not entirely sure. In the meantime, you will have to live Rayne's life, which means going to her classes. I have her schedule for you, and please Miss Granger, don't tell anyone who you really are. If you have questions, come to me, no one else."
"Thank you so much, Professor!" she exclaimed, skimming over Rayne's schedule. Her next class wasn't for another hour and a half. She left Dumbledore's office to go back to the Gryffindor common room. Luckily, someone else had already said the password, so she didn't have to ask for it. When she walked in and was about to flop down on the scarlet and gold sofa by the fire, she noticed Jackie and Amy both staring at someone across the common room.
"What are you guys looking-," she started, but was cut off by Amy's squeal.
"SHHH Rayne, there he is!"
She looked in the direction that they were and saw him. He was talking with three other boys, but he stood out the most. She could see why they were staring. The boy looked like he was about her age. He had raven black hair, which was straight, but curled up slightly at the ends, and fell casually into his eyes. Oh God, those eyes... He had beautiful bright blue eyes that shone when he laughed at something his friend had said. Underneath his black sweater, she could make out the outline of muscles, and you could tell he worked out a lot.
Hermione's now green eyes met the boy's bright blue ones. He furrowed his dark eyebrows in confusion, and she realized that she was staring at him and her mouth was hanging open. 'Smooth, Hermione, real smooth...'
"Wow," she breathed. Amy and Jackie both looked at her with skeptical looks.
"You've been acting strange lately," Jackie said.
"Rayne's been acting strange lately, Prongs," Sirius Black said to his best friend, James Potter.
"Really? I haven't noticed."
"That's because you're too busy ogling over Lily Evans, man," Remus Lupin said matter-of-factly.
"Seriously, she was just staring at me like I was a complete stranger. I even heard one of her friends say that she was acting strange last night," Sirius said thoughtfully.
"Don't worry about it, Padfoot. It's probably just a 'girl' thing," James said, while watching someone across the common room. Lily had just taken a seat next to Amy on the couch by the fire.
"James is staring at you again, Lils."
"Merlin, I want to put a dungbomb down his pants. He really gets on my nerves," she fumed.
"I think someone want to put her hand down his pants, not a dungbomb," Jackie squealed.
"Ewww! Yeah, right!" Lily said, the tips of her ears turning red.
"I didn't say you specifically. But, since you brought it up, I did catch you watching him the other day during dinner," Jackie said. "You know you fancy him."
Lily just harrumphed and walked away.
"She fancies him," Amy said nonchalantly. "Speaking of fancying someone, why were you gaping at Sirius a minute ago, Rayne?"
"Sirius? Sirius Black?" 'No way could that be... it's Sirius!' "I wasn't!"
"Whatever. Jackie, did you get that essay for Arithmacy done?" she said, changing the subject.
As they talked, Hermione thought about Sirius. She couldn't believe that's the Sirius that she had known! She remembered him telling her and Harry about how he had been with a lot of girls in school, but she had definitely not expected him to look like a clothing model! 'I think I may enjoy this a little more than I should...'
A/N: Wow, I hope that wasn't retarded. Sorry about the confusion, civilian-kritik, I never really thought about it. Now that you mention it, though, he sleeps in her room(secretly!). In the girl's dormitories, obviously. Thanks for the reviews! They make my day!
She got out of bed, careful not to disturb him. When she stepped out of the shower, she performed a drying spell and was completely dry seconds later. With her towel still on, she reached for the doorknob of her closet, anticipating what kind of clothes would be in there for her. What she saw had taken her by surprise.
The closet was very neatly organized, with very nice dress robes and elegant dresses were by themselves on one side, neatly hanging on hangers. The other half of the closet was what she guessed was Rayne's regular school attire, which consisted of many old t-shirts and torn jeans. She pulled one of the shirts out so that she could read the logo. It was a muggle band that she was completely familiar with; the shirt had a large AC/DC logo on it with a picture of Angus Young playing guitar on it. She looked at the rest of the shirts, which had other muggle bands on them, such as the Sex Pistols, Clash, and many other punk bands she liked back at home.
Hermione decided that she would wear a black Ramones shirt, a pair of torn jeans, and a pair of black sneakers. She looked at her reflection as she passed the large closet mirror. She admired the way her hair hung perfectly in loose waves, and she hadn't even styled it yet. 'Wow, I think I could get used to this...' The jeans she had chosen clung perfectly to her hips, and were torn at the knee and behind her thigh on one leg. The sneakers were worn just enough to be comfortable, but not too ratty-looking. The shirt was torn just above the hem of her pants, showing a sliver of her skin, and she noticed a mark on her skin.
Just to the right of her bellybutton was a small red and green rose tattoo. She also noticed that her bellybutton was pierced, and the balls on each end of the metal were scarlet, gold, and had the Gryffindor lion placed in the center. Hermione didn't even bother to put on makeup; she decided that she looked good enough already.
Sneaking out the door of her room, she noticed that Michael still hadn't woken up yet, and she hadn't really wanted him to either; she wanted to talk to Professor Dumbledore alone.
Thankfully, no one was roaming through the halls yet, so she hurried before anyone else woke up. When she got to the gargoyle statue guarding the entrance to Dumbledore's office, she realized that she didn't even know the password. Suddenly, a voice from behind her startled her so badly that she nearly screamed.
"So good to see you up early for a change, Miss Stanford," Professor Dumbledore's voice echoed through the empty hallways. "You wanted to speak to me, I imagine?"
"Yes, yes I did. It's sort of urgent, so if you could lend me a minute-,"
But he had cut her off mid-sentence. "Of course, I'd like to know why you're acting a bit... out of the ordinary. Please, please, let's go inside my office."
He said the password and as they were ascending the stairs to his office, she noticed how he hadn't changed much in a 29 year's time period. He still had the same robes, same hat, same twinkling in his eye as the Dumbledore she knew from 2004.
"Please, have a seat, Miss Stanford. Something's on your mind?"
"Yes, professor. I don't know where to start. This may sound strange, but please let me finish. I was currently attending Hogwarts in the year 2004, and in the middle of my Potions class, Professor Snape was picking on one of the students. There is a student, Neville Longbottom, who isn't very good at making potions, and his of course was the wrong color. He asked me if I wanted to drink it to prove to the class that it was wrong. I, of course, didn't want to look weak in front of my friends.
"I'm not entirely sure of what happened next, all I remember is taking a drink and passing out, and I woke up in a strange bed 29 years earlier," she took a deep breath, glad to get that off her chest.
"Well, Miss...,"
"Granger, Hermione Granger," she said.
"Well, Miss Granger, that's quite a story you've got there," he said. "I can't say that I've dealt with anything like this before, but that's not a problem. It seems that the potion you drank was a rare potion, a Lycajuice potion, which when drunk causes you to switch places with someone you long to become, and Rayne Stanford seems to be victim of this. Her mind is, as you've probably guessed, is inside of your body right now, in 2004.
"Eventually, it will wear off and you will be back to your old self again. How long it will last, I'm not entirely sure. In the meantime, you will have to live Rayne's life, which means going to her classes. I have her schedule for you, and please Miss Granger, don't tell anyone who you really are. If you have questions, come to me, no one else."
"Thank you so much, Professor!" she exclaimed, skimming over Rayne's schedule. Her next class wasn't for another hour and a half. She left Dumbledore's office to go back to the Gryffindor common room. Luckily, someone else had already said the password, so she didn't have to ask for it. When she walked in and was about to flop down on the scarlet and gold sofa by the fire, she noticed Jackie and Amy both staring at someone across the common room.
"What are you guys looking-," she started, but was cut off by Amy's squeal.
"SHHH Rayne, there he is!"
She looked in the direction that they were and saw him. He was talking with three other boys, but he stood out the most. She could see why they were staring. The boy looked like he was about her age. He had raven black hair, which was straight, but curled up slightly at the ends, and fell casually into his eyes. Oh God, those eyes... He had beautiful bright blue eyes that shone when he laughed at something his friend had said. Underneath his black sweater, she could make out the outline of muscles, and you could tell he worked out a lot.
Hermione's now green eyes met the boy's bright blue ones. He furrowed his dark eyebrows in confusion, and she realized that she was staring at him and her mouth was hanging open. 'Smooth, Hermione, real smooth...'
"Wow," she breathed. Amy and Jackie both looked at her with skeptical looks.
"You've been acting strange lately," Jackie said.
"Rayne's been acting strange lately, Prongs," Sirius Black said to his best friend, James Potter.
"Really? I haven't noticed."
"That's because you're too busy ogling over Lily Evans, man," Remus Lupin said matter-of-factly.
"Seriously, she was just staring at me like I was a complete stranger. I even heard one of her friends say that she was acting strange last night," Sirius said thoughtfully.
"Don't worry about it, Padfoot. It's probably just a 'girl' thing," James said, while watching someone across the common room. Lily had just taken a seat next to Amy on the couch by the fire.
"James is staring at you again, Lils."
"Merlin, I want to put a dungbomb down his pants. He really gets on my nerves," she fumed.
"I think someone want to put her hand down his pants, not a dungbomb," Jackie squealed.
"Ewww! Yeah, right!" Lily said, the tips of her ears turning red.
"I didn't say you specifically. But, since you brought it up, I did catch you watching him the other day during dinner," Jackie said. "You know you fancy him."
Lily just harrumphed and walked away.
"She fancies him," Amy said nonchalantly. "Speaking of fancying someone, why were you gaping at Sirius a minute ago, Rayne?"
"Sirius? Sirius Black?" 'No way could that be... it's Sirius!' "I wasn't!"
"Whatever. Jackie, did you get that essay for Arithmacy done?" she said, changing the subject.
As they talked, Hermione thought about Sirius. She couldn't believe that's the Sirius that she had known! She remembered him telling her and Harry about how he had been with a lot of girls in school, but she had definitely not expected him to look like a clothing model! 'I think I may enjoy this a little more than I should...'
A/N: Wow, I hope that wasn't retarded. Sorry about the confusion, civilian-kritik, I never really thought about it. Now that you mention it, though, he sleeps in her room(secretly!). In the girl's dormitories, obviously. Thanks for the reviews! They make my day!