Okay, I've had a couple people be confused, so I have explanations here:

First, This is a Severus/Hermione fic. I don't necessarily approve of them just deciding to hook up when Snape is twice Hermione's age. So, I sent her back to when he's her age. And I can't have her dating him while she's in Gryffindor. Besides, Hermione's been ragged on by all the Slytherin purebloods in her time over and over again. She's tired of being Muggle- born, so she's pretending to be pureblood.

Second, I had someone question my time line. I was going off the Nimbus series broomstick numbers. If the 2000 model was released in Harry's first year, which I assumed was the year 2000, then he would have been born in the year 1989. I subtracted four years off of that, because I figure that Lily and James aren't going to have a kid right off. So, that's it. If anyone else has any questions, e-mail me or ask me in a review.

Last time on BIWEB:

"Time slip?"

"Yes, you must have hit it at exactly the right moment, as well. You see, every four months, for one hour, the time slip opens, allowing anyone to travel forward, or in your case, backwards through time. The slip won't open again until the second of January, I'm afraid. We should be able to get you home then. But, in the meantime, you can attend classes in this time period, or you will be drastically behind when you return. What house were you in?"

The word Gryffindor was right on her tongue, but then she saw the hopeful look in Snape's eyes. Maybe it would be fun to live as a pureblood for a while. "Slytherin. I was in Slytherin."

Chapter Two: A Letter to a Friend

"All right then. There are no empty beds in the girl's dormitory, but since the head girl this year is in Gryffindor, not Slytherin, you may use that empty room. Mr. Snape, I believe you know where it is?" Severus nodded. "Well, Miss Granger, I will get you a schedule of all the classes, and you can match it as closely to your future one as possible. If you will let me know which classes you are taking, I shall get the appropriate books for you." He smiled. "If you have any questions, feel free to ask me at dinner tonight. As it is now, I have very pressing business to attend to." He walked away, and Madam Pomfrey came over to Hermione's bed.

"You should be all right now," she said. "You can go to your dormitory." Then she walked away, mumbling about broken arms and wasting the headmaster's time.

"Never mind her, she's just upset that we sent the entire Ravenclaw quidditch team in here with broken bones in the last game of sixth year. C'mon, I'll show you where your room is. It's right across from mine, they link through the bathroom. I'm head boy this year."

"Cool. So, I guess I kinda screwed up your tryouts, huh? Sorry about that."

"Nah, don't be. All of the people out there tried out last year, and none of them can play worth a shit. Say, you're not a Seeker, by any chance, are you?" he looked hopefully at her.

"No. I don't like flying. Look where it's gotten me."

Severus looked sideways at her. "You're afraid."

"I'm not!" she said indignantly. She sighed. "Do you realize how weird this is? I'm almost twenty-five years in the past. I won't even be born for another three years!" she looked around to make sure no one was nearby. The hallways were deserted. "Do you think that the post office would hold a letter for twenty-one years and then send it?"

Severus shrugged and led her downstairs, through the Slytherin common room, and up to a portrait of a faerie. The password's not set, you need to pick one," he said.

Hermione thought for a moment. 'Hmm, what would a Slytherin choose?' she thought. "Serpent tongue," she said to the painting, and the faerie smiled at her and opened the painting, to reveal a luxurious room, with a queen- size bed dressed in satin sheets. "I think I'm gonna like it here," said Hermione, as she jumped onto the bed.

'I wonder if the school has any robes that I could borrow,' thought Hermione as she walked over to the wardrobe. She opened the doors and found it filled with Slytherin robes. She pulled one set out, and found that it fit her perfectly.

She wandered around her room, spacious as it was, and found that nearly everything in it was charmed. The desk in the corner had a drawer that held whatever you happened to need at the time you opened it, as well as an inkwell whose ink changed to match your color choice. After a few more times opening the wardrobe, she found a complete duplicate of her wardrobe in the future. The bedside table had a small saucer on it that worked like the plate at the Yule Ball.

When she looked into the bathroom, her jaw nearly hit the floor. There was not only a shower, but also a giant hole in the floor that she supposed was the bathtub, as it had taps all along the sides. She loved the color scheme, even if it was Slytherin-oriented. The walls were a deep green, the floor a light silver. It was pretty, really. She looked at herself in the mirror above a sink on the wall and frowned at the school robes. Was it normal to wear school robes on...what day was today?

She looked around, remembering that Severus had told her his room was connected to the bathroom as well. She saw his door over in the corner and knocked on it. "Severus," she said through the door. When it opened, she saw he had changed into normal clothes. That answered her first question, it wasn't normal to wear school robes. "What day is it?"

He gave her an, 'is that all?' look and sighed. "Saturday. Three in the afternoon. No, classes haven't started yet, and you won't have to worry about the summer work. Any other questions?"

"Um, not at the moment, but..."

"I suppose you've found that most everything in your room is-"

"Charmed, I know." She racked her brain, thinking of any other questions. "When's the first Hogsmeade weekend?"

"Actually, I am allowed to go at any time during the weekend, as head boy. If you need anything, we can make a quick trip. Just knock. But right now, I have to finish my paper on the uses for phoenix beak in antidotes. If you'll excuse me." He shut the door.

Hermione sighed. What was she going to do to fill the three hours between now and dinner? She went back to her room and sat down on her bed. She could ask Severus to take her to Hogsmeade tomorrow to see if her letter idea would work, if she wrote it now. She walked over to the desk and pulled out a quill and parchment. She dipped the nib in the inkwell and began to write:

Dear Ron and Harry,

I hope you're not too worried about me, because I'm fine. I'm in the year 1976, but you've probably already been to Dumbledore, so you probably already know what has happened. I'll be back in January, and I'm attending classes here until then. Sorry you won't have anyone to remind you to study for your NEWT's, so you have to remember on your own. I wish you could talk to me, but it's pretty cool here. There was no room in the seventh-year girl's dorms, so I'm in the empty Head girl's room. IT IS AMAZING! There's this wardrobe that has whatever clothes you're looking for, the desk is always fully stocked, it's so great! I'll get this to the post office as soon as I can, hopefully they'll hold it for twenty-one years before they send it.

Don't worry, I'll be fine, see you soon,

Hermione

Harry frowned as Ron finished reading the letter. "Well, at least she's not hurt," said Ron.

"Yeah, but there's something I don't get," said Harry. "I distinctly remember Lupin telling me my mum was head girl."

"Yeah, so? When'd your mum graduate?"

"She started seventh year in '76. And she was in Gryffindor. So, if my mum's in the head girl's room in Gryffindor, then where is Hermione?" Harry leaned back in his chair, thinking about Hermione. 'Either way, come home soon, Mione,' he thought, before turning back to talk to Ron.

Next time on BIWEB:

"Who're you?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

"Granger," she said. "Transfer student from Durmstrang." She noticed the way his eye roamed down, then back up her figure before he spoke again.

"I'm Black. Sirius Black."

Bye!

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