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She faltered; her mind was swimming desperately trying to take in the new information. Lucius she could handle had had very little effect on her life, only the fact that his son had made her life a living hell was how she knew him. This however was different. Thinking back to the cruel comments, the vindictive lectures, the put downs, the sneers. The blind hatred. How he had made her seven years at Hogwarts a living hell. Would she ever be free of this monster?
She must have been staring because he made a point of it.
"S-Sorry, you.. You just remind me of someone that's all" she lied and not very convincingly.
He just stared at her, his black eyes burning her, scanning her, taking in her form. He gave her a quizzical look.
" I see you changed the garments." He mused in a slight and very familiar sneer.
She looked down, only now realizing that the jeans and shirt she had altered were male. Realization dawned. Shit!
" Are they yours by any chance?" she said with a new nervousness.
He nodded and continued looking at her, as if he knew she didn't belong. No He knew she didn't belong. Finally he shrugged his shoulders. " Yes they are but if you don't mind me saying I don't want them back now."
Hermione looked at him in indigence and raised her head and nose up in the air like a snooty little Slytherin. Give him a look that said, watch it buster. It didn't have the desired affect at all; he just raised his eyebrows and gave her a look that made her feel pathetic. As always, like a little girl, a child, inferior to himself.
Then he did something she never thought he would do, he gave her a smile, and started laughing. Even though he had laughed and smiled before it was different this time, this time he was Severus Snape!
" What may I ask is so funny?" She said in mock superiority, she was still trying to get past the idea that he couldn't expel her if she was a smart- ass around him.
" You!" He sneered.
"Me?" she said in surprise.
" Yes you, you and that pathetic attempt to act like you're all high and mighty!" He continued to laugh at her.
Hermione blushed, and gave him a hurt look. Much to her surprise he winked at her. She graced him with a small smirk.
" What can I say Im not cut out for the ruler of the world routine" she mused, finding the incredibly old that she was standing here across from her soon to be potions master, laughing with him! It was preposterous.
It also scared her almost more than Voldmort.
"Um I a have to go." With out a backward glance she sprinted back through the portrait and up to her room. Cursing what ever gods were gazing down at her, and those which governed the students arivil at hogwarts.
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Once back up in her room she flopped down on her bed desperately wishing that she were home, but in other ways not.. She was so confused, every thing was so wrong. She wasn't supposed to be here, no in 1978, not in Slytherin house and not any ware near Lucius and Snape!
Tears began running down her cheek, why couldn't she have just died with her friends! Why did Voldmort pick her, she was a mungle born know it all witch with little to her aid except every library book known to man! This wasn't supposed to happen!
Suddenly a pain shot across her left arm, she screamed out in pain. Pulling back her robe on her left arm she saw the mark that Voldmort had left on her, it was giving off intense heat and was starting to rip open at the edges, blood began to seep out of her wound.
She winced trying to hold back her tears of pain and fright. She ran over to the sink in her bathroom and placed her arm underneath the taps letting the cool water attempt to soothe the burning sensation that was attacking her.
She held it there for what seemed like hours until finally the pain subsided, not completely but enough to be manageable.
She wouldn't let it beat her! Voldmort would not beat her this mark would not beat her. She starred at the mark in determination.
" You won't get me" she snarled.
~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~
For the rest of the weekend Hermione stayed in her rooms the shock of what had really happened in the future or the to be future was so intense that she wept for the loss of her friends, also if she left her room she would have to face Snape or a rather peeved off Lucius. She wasn't sure she was ready for either.
When Monday came around Hermione woke up at the crack of dawn, nervousness racking her body. Why was she so nervous? Its not like this is your first day of school. No her Mind shouted back at her it was exactly like her first day of school, she was the new girl, once again.
Once she readied her self-pulling back her massive array of hair into a tight bun that would have made McGonigall proud she pulled on her new robes and uniform. Scanning the timetable that Dumbledore had given her she just about fainted as she read what her first class was going to be.
"Oh Shit" she whispered aloud.
~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~
On Monday morning Hermione's first class's in her new time were to begin. She had been very cocky thinking that every classroom and subject would be in the same place as it had been in the year 2010.
She was sorely mistaken.
Rushing through corridors at a flat sprint Hermione was panicking, she was going to be late. Damn your stupid knows it all attitudes she cursed at her self. Turning a sharp corner that hopefully led down to the dungeons Hermione wasn't paying attention.
WHUMP!
"Shit!" came an annoyed male voice; it had a slight rasp to it, and once again sounded incredibly familiar.
Hermione opened her eyes, which had been closed since the impact, only to find her self-lying sprawled on top of soot hared boy. He gave her a look of shock and then looked at her robes. Seeing the green mark of Slytherin he quickly and roughly pushed her off of him.
She landed flat on her back.
"Watch where you're going Slytherin scum!" The boy snarled at her.
Hermione looked at him is shock, feeling her anger begin to build. The she noticed that he had the red mark of Gryffindor on his robes.
How could such an ass hole be a Gryffindor! She screamed at her self.
He gave her a look that made her feel like dirt, when both of them realized that their equipment were mixed together, they snarled at one another. Bending down to pick up her fallen Potion supplies she muttered under her breath. " Asshole!"
His eyes snapped up to hers, he glared at her and much to her horror pushed her back down on her backside. All of her regained supplies scattered across the corridor.
" What the fuck was that for!" She screamed at him, not caring that her profanity could loss her serious house points. Hell it wasn't her real house anyway!
" You were in my way." He spat and gave her another snarl, returning back to his collecting. Suddenly there was a large very long fingered hand on his shoulder pulling him back.
"And your in mine!" came a low but none the less powerful voice, it sent chills down her spine. She looked up and her eyes were caught once again in the deep pools of darkness of Severus Snape.
The boy pulled away from Snape, pushing him back hard, but not hard enough for him to loss his balance.
" Well if it isn't the slimy git himself!" The boy spat.
" Must you always use the same insults over and over it gets truly tiresome Black"
Hermione's eyes bulged almost out of her skull. That Scumbage was none other than her best friends Godfather.
Sirius Black!
Sirius turned to face Snape his nostrils flaring; he pulled back his left arm making a fist, looking as though he was going to strike him.. Hermione would have put money one it too had there not been a voice from behind them that made all three of them jump.
" I wouldn't do that if I were you Black!"
Lucius Malfoy walked in front of Snape, giving Hermione a glare, which then turned on Sirius.
" Well Well if it isn't Sirius Black" He then through back his head and gave out a throty laugh. " I thought you had better things to do then to abuse scrawny little girls (Hermione glared at him) and pick fights with Hermits! (Snape just sneered down at him, he was a least two feet taller than Lucius)."
" Would you rather have me pick on you Lucius?"
Lucius just cast him a waving hand. " Black will you just stop wasting precious air with idle threats, we both know what happened last time you tried to."Fight" me" He laughed again.
Black just glared at him, snarled and walked away in a swirl of robes. He could be heard muttering curses, and there was a large amount of words that she had never heard before.
" What a dick!" mumbled Hermione.
Lucius laughed. " That about sums it up, you might want to watch out for him, since you can't protect your self."
Hermione glared at him, there were so many hexes and jinxes she wanted to cast on him, every one of them was likely to get her expelled. Her eyes wandered to Snape, he was standing slightly behind Lucius obviously very interested on how this was going to turn out. He raised his eyes as her expression darkened.
" I think I can take care of my self thank you very much" she said in a huff.
Lucius laughed again. " God! You're pathetic! I saved your ass, you should be kissing mine!"
" I wouldn't go near your ass with a ten foot poll!" she spat.
" You wouldn't have to because I don't let people as pathetic as those Mudblood they let in the school come close to me."
That was enough for Hermione, how dare he! She ran right up to his blond face and connected her fist, not palm with his eye.
Not waiting to see what Lucius was going to do she magicked her books back into her arms and ran down the hall, hopefully in the direction of the potions class.
She ran away so fast that she didn't see the stunned looks on Lucius's and Severus's face.
She faltered; her mind was swimming desperately trying to take in the new information. Lucius she could handle had had very little effect on her life, only the fact that his son had made her life a living hell was how she knew him. This however was different. Thinking back to the cruel comments, the vindictive lectures, the put downs, the sneers. The blind hatred. How he had made her seven years at Hogwarts a living hell. Would she ever be free of this monster?
She must have been staring because he made a point of it.
"S-Sorry, you.. You just remind me of someone that's all" she lied and not very convincingly.
He just stared at her, his black eyes burning her, scanning her, taking in her form. He gave her a quizzical look.
" I see you changed the garments." He mused in a slight and very familiar sneer.
She looked down, only now realizing that the jeans and shirt she had altered were male. Realization dawned. Shit!
" Are they yours by any chance?" she said with a new nervousness.
He nodded and continued looking at her, as if he knew she didn't belong. No He knew she didn't belong. Finally he shrugged his shoulders. " Yes they are but if you don't mind me saying I don't want them back now."
Hermione looked at him in indigence and raised her head and nose up in the air like a snooty little Slytherin. Give him a look that said, watch it buster. It didn't have the desired affect at all; he just raised his eyebrows and gave her a look that made her feel pathetic. As always, like a little girl, a child, inferior to himself.
Then he did something she never thought he would do, he gave her a smile, and started laughing. Even though he had laughed and smiled before it was different this time, this time he was Severus Snape!
" What may I ask is so funny?" She said in mock superiority, she was still trying to get past the idea that he couldn't expel her if she was a smart- ass around him.
" You!" He sneered.
"Me?" she said in surprise.
" Yes you, you and that pathetic attempt to act like you're all high and mighty!" He continued to laugh at her.
Hermione blushed, and gave him a hurt look. Much to her surprise he winked at her. She graced him with a small smirk.
" What can I say Im not cut out for the ruler of the world routine" she mused, finding the incredibly old that she was standing here across from her soon to be potions master, laughing with him! It was preposterous.
It also scared her almost more than Voldmort.
"Um I a have to go." With out a backward glance she sprinted back through the portrait and up to her room. Cursing what ever gods were gazing down at her, and those which governed the students arivil at hogwarts.
~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~
Once back up in her room she flopped down on her bed desperately wishing that she were home, but in other ways not.. She was so confused, every thing was so wrong. She wasn't supposed to be here, no in 1978, not in Slytherin house and not any ware near Lucius and Snape!
Tears began running down her cheek, why couldn't she have just died with her friends! Why did Voldmort pick her, she was a mungle born know it all witch with little to her aid except every library book known to man! This wasn't supposed to happen!
Suddenly a pain shot across her left arm, she screamed out in pain. Pulling back her robe on her left arm she saw the mark that Voldmort had left on her, it was giving off intense heat and was starting to rip open at the edges, blood began to seep out of her wound.
She winced trying to hold back her tears of pain and fright. She ran over to the sink in her bathroom and placed her arm underneath the taps letting the cool water attempt to soothe the burning sensation that was attacking her.
She held it there for what seemed like hours until finally the pain subsided, not completely but enough to be manageable.
She wouldn't let it beat her! Voldmort would not beat her this mark would not beat her. She starred at the mark in determination.
" You won't get me" she snarled.
~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~
For the rest of the weekend Hermione stayed in her rooms the shock of what had really happened in the future or the to be future was so intense that she wept for the loss of her friends, also if she left her room she would have to face Snape or a rather peeved off Lucius. She wasn't sure she was ready for either.
When Monday came around Hermione woke up at the crack of dawn, nervousness racking her body. Why was she so nervous? Its not like this is your first day of school. No her Mind shouted back at her it was exactly like her first day of school, she was the new girl, once again.
Once she readied her self-pulling back her massive array of hair into a tight bun that would have made McGonigall proud she pulled on her new robes and uniform. Scanning the timetable that Dumbledore had given her she just about fainted as she read what her first class was going to be.
"Oh Shit" she whispered aloud.
~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~
On Monday morning Hermione's first class's in her new time were to begin. She had been very cocky thinking that every classroom and subject would be in the same place as it had been in the year 2010.
She was sorely mistaken.
Rushing through corridors at a flat sprint Hermione was panicking, she was going to be late. Damn your stupid knows it all attitudes she cursed at her self. Turning a sharp corner that hopefully led down to the dungeons Hermione wasn't paying attention.
WHUMP!
"Shit!" came an annoyed male voice; it had a slight rasp to it, and once again sounded incredibly familiar.
Hermione opened her eyes, which had been closed since the impact, only to find her self-lying sprawled on top of soot hared boy. He gave her a look of shock and then looked at her robes. Seeing the green mark of Slytherin he quickly and roughly pushed her off of him.
She landed flat on her back.
"Watch where you're going Slytherin scum!" The boy snarled at her.
Hermione looked at him is shock, feeling her anger begin to build. The she noticed that he had the red mark of Gryffindor on his robes.
How could such an ass hole be a Gryffindor! She screamed at her self.
He gave her a look that made her feel like dirt, when both of them realized that their equipment were mixed together, they snarled at one another. Bending down to pick up her fallen Potion supplies she muttered under her breath. " Asshole!"
His eyes snapped up to hers, he glared at her and much to her horror pushed her back down on her backside. All of her regained supplies scattered across the corridor.
" What the fuck was that for!" She screamed at him, not caring that her profanity could loss her serious house points. Hell it wasn't her real house anyway!
" You were in my way." He spat and gave her another snarl, returning back to his collecting. Suddenly there was a large very long fingered hand on his shoulder pulling him back.
"And your in mine!" came a low but none the less powerful voice, it sent chills down her spine. She looked up and her eyes were caught once again in the deep pools of darkness of Severus Snape.
The boy pulled away from Snape, pushing him back hard, but not hard enough for him to loss his balance.
" Well if it isn't the slimy git himself!" The boy spat.
" Must you always use the same insults over and over it gets truly tiresome Black"
Hermione's eyes bulged almost out of her skull. That Scumbage was none other than her best friends Godfather.
Sirius Black!
Sirius turned to face Snape his nostrils flaring; he pulled back his left arm making a fist, looking as though he was going to strike him.. Hermione would have put money one it too had there not been a voice from behind them that made all three of them jump.
" I wouldn't do that if I were you Black!"
Lucius Malfoy walked in front of Snape, giving Hermione a glare, which then turned on Sirius.
" Well Well if it isn't Sirius Black" He then through back his head and gave out a throty laugh. " I thought you had better things to do then to abuse scrawny little girls (Hermione glared at him) and pick fights with Hermits! (Snape just sneered down at him, he was a least two feet taller than Lucius)."
" Would you rather have me pick on you Lucius?"
Lucius just cast him a waving hand. " Black will you just stop wasting precious air with idle threats, we both know what happened last time you tried to."Fight" me" He laughed again.
Black just glared at him, snarled and walked away in a swirl of robes. He could be heard muttering curses, and there was a large amount of words that she had never heard before.
" What a dick!" mumbled Hermione.
Lucius laughed. " That about sums it up, you might want to watch out for him, since you can't protect your self."
Hermione glared at him, there were so many hexes and jinxes she wanted to cast on him, every one of them was likely to get her expelled. Her eyes wandered to Snape, he was standing slightly behind Lucius obviously very interested on how this was going to turn out. He raised his eyes as her expression darkened.
" I think I can take care of my self thank you very much" she said in a huff.
Lucius laughed again. " God! You're pathetic! I saved your ass, you should be kissing mine!"
" I wouldn't go near your ass with a ten foot poll!" she spat.
" You wouldn't have to because I don't let people as pathetic as those Mudblood they let in the school come close to me."
That was enough for Hermione, how dare he! She ran right up to his blond face and connected her fist, not palm with his eye.
Not waiting to see what Lucius was going to do she magicked her books back into her arms and ran down the hall, hopefully in the direction of the potions class.
She ran away so fast that she didn't see the stunned looks on Lucius's and Severus's face.