Disclaimer: Yep, here's comes the infant prodigy that came up with Harry Potter and the amazing world of his before she even could read, and the best of all; she's not caring about writing the Sixth Book, she decided to stop that and write Fan Fiction instead!
God, I've gotten so many wonderful reviews, even though that was only two chapters! It's so cool. Many of you have been answering the seeker/chaser question, but everyone is saying different things... I heard this somewhere; James was a seeker in the movie, but a chaser in the book. So now that's cleared up... hopefully. Here comes the review-thank yous:
Aly DragonChild – Choppy, huh? If you'd feel for explaining that a little closer, I'm interested in listening.
SkittlesStar25 – Hehe... Pettigrew and Hermione? ::bump:: Sorry, I just fell off my chair.
The Forest Ranger – Actually, unusually for me, I've made up a plan for this story, to make the story easier to continue and later finish (clap your hands!). There's 10 chapters plus prologue and epilogue if I don't change anything.
Thanks also to Gabrielle Madden-Lovoto, Pussin Boots, paulsbabygirl and ViviBlack. The reason why I don't thank everyone personally is that I've got a limited amount of ways to say thank you. If anyone has any creative ideas of thanking people; tell me! =)
Chapter 2 – Who Is She?
She did exactly as Dumbledore had ordered her to do, she simply followed Amy and later also Lily when she joined them to the Gryffindor table and sat down. To anyone wondering, she said she was a French exchange student and already sorted.
She met Remus Lupin again; looking very pale – Hermione checked the calendar and saw that it was full moon just two days ago.
The first years were to be sorted; an endless ceremony which she watched with her stomach aching with hunger; just as in her years. Finally they were done, Dumbledore spoke a few words and she could start eating of the food that popped up out of nowhere while continuing chatting to Lily and Amy.
"Which NEWTs are you guys taking?" Hermione asked, finding a subject that seemed to be not dangerous.
"She's taking a whole lot," Amy muttered, pointing towards Lily with her fork.
"Quite a lot," Lily admitted. "Charms, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Defence against the Dark Arts, Ancient Runes, Potions, Herbology, Astronomy and Arithmancy."
"Nine!" Amy muttered.
"But how many are you taking?" Hermione asked her.
"Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology, Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, Defence against the Dark Arts. Six."
"That's not so bad," Lily said, trying to cheer her up although Amy was only pretending to be irritated. She was not much of an actress. "Which are you taking?" Lily asked Hermione.
"Charms, Transfiguration, Defence against the Dark Arts, Ancient Runes, Potions, Arithmancy, History of Magic, Astronomy, Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures."
"Ten?!" Amy exclaimed.
"Guilty," Hermione muttered.
"That's almost twice as many as mine..."
The girls had fun talking, and Hermione immediately felt very comfortable with them. Poor Harry, she thought. He would have had the perfect mother... She also felt guilty that she got to know her and not Harry.
They stayed in the Great Hall for quite a long time, and the other students begun to drop off. Hermione checked her watch and saw that it was ten minutes left before she was supposed to meet with Professor Dumbledore.
"I'm supposed to go and talk to your headmaster," she told Lily and Amy. "Where's his office?"
"I'll show you," Lily said.
The two girls waved at Amy, who hadn't completely finished her dinner yet, probably because of a lot of talking. However, Lily and Hermione made their way to the Headmaster office and Lily said the password "Whomping Willows".
"Would you like me to wait for you?" Lily asked.
"No, I'll be fine. I'll ask Dumbledore about the way. See you in the common room later."
She waved at Lily before entering Dumbledore's office. The moving staircase took her up into an office that looked almost exact like it did twenty-one years later. Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, just as he had told her he would be.
"Can I help you, Miss...?"
"Miss Granger," she said. "Hermione Granger."
"Miss Granger? I don't remember..."
"I'm not going here... really... now."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I...you're probably not going to believe me, but I... I'm from the future."
His stone face showed no sign of surprise.
"Sit down, Miss Granger," he said calmly and she took place opposite him. "So what brings you here?"
"You might think I'm crazy, but... I go to Hogwarts twenty-one years later from now."
"Interesting," was the only thing he said.
"You said... well the future you said that a girl... who appeared to be me, suddenly came to Hogwarts this time and since we mustn't change the past, I had to go."
She was careful enough not to mention anything that happened in the future, to not mess up the past. She was very well aware of the fact that she could save Lily and James Potter's lives, she could do a whole lot of things that could save several people. But she mustn't. She couldn't mess with time.
"Can you tell me anything that proves you're from the future?"
"I can't tell you what happens in the future, that could mess time up."
"I'm aware of that. But I mean something... that has already happened."
"I know quite a lot..." she said. "Er... Remus Lupin is a were-wolf."
He looked at her, still with the same calm attitude.
"Which house are you in and which year?"
"Seventh year, Gryffindor."
"And how are you supposed to get home?"
"I don't know... I... I'll stay until Christmas, and then you'll have found a way for me to get home."
Dumbledore said nothing but yawned.
"I suppose you will find your way to your common room, then?" he said.
"Yes."
"The password is Chocolate Frogs. You will share your dormitory with Amy Watson, Elise and Melanie Johnson and Gladys Thomas. You will attend all NEWT classes you are supposed to. I'll alert the teachers. I hope you have not revealed your real identity to your fellow students?"
"They think I'm an exchange student from France by the name of Alyssa Martin."
"Good. Good night, then, Miss Granger... Miss Martin."
"Good night, Professor," Hermione said, stood up and walked away.