Disclaimer: Not one of the Harry Potter characters are mine.
A/N: This is just a reminder, I have one nutty imagination and this is the result.
A/N2: Thanks to all my reviewers: Padfoot04, yeah she didn't have her time-turner, but the story wouldn't have worked without it. I'm glad yuo like it, Mia Hindo. dcyberpnoyMioneDrayloverc. Mr. MooMoo's Unnamed Minion, about Harry...you'll find out. eman, yeah all the Hr/DM's I've read were like that, too. I mean, don't people have imagination?
A Different You
by Lina Shay
Chapter Three: Dazed and Confused
Harry gave her a confused look. "What scar is that?"
Hermione looked down at the desk. That had to be it. Neville was now the boy who lived. It must have been when that potion hit Hermione's time-turner, it caused everything to change. Somehow, Neville was chosen by Voldemort instead of Harry. But that didn't explain why Snape and Harry called each other by their first names and why Neville was friends with Malfoy. There had to be more to this mess than just a scar.
After class, Hermione kept a sharp eye about her for more clues as to what was going on here. Harry kept annoyingly close while Ron tailed them indifferently, still counting.
"Let's head right to the common room and get you nice and pretty again," Harry said to her.
Hermione was beginning to hate it when they said she was pretty. It felt like they were being facetious or something. She tried her best to ignore Harry and his odd smirk and the way he talked to her.
Hermione started up the stone staircase.
"Where are you going, baby?" Harry called to her.
She looked back at them, saying, "The common room."
Harry laughed, saying, "No, baby. The common room isn't up there."
Hermione stared at them, confused.
"Our common room is here in the dungeon," Harry told her.
"What, but Gryffindor common is-" Hermione began.
Harry and Ron started laughing hysterically.
"Baby," Harry laughed. "We aren't in Gryffindor. We're in Slytherin."
"What?" Hermione gasped, looking at their robes. Harry and Ron both had the Slytherin crest. She looked down at herself. Underneath the grey-green stains, she could make out the Slytherin crest on her own robes. She gasped.
"Baby, I think you've had a tough day," Harry said kindly, taking her hand and leading her down from the stairs. "First you break a nail in History of Magic. Then you find a split end in Herbology. This potion deal is just making it worse. Why don't I talk to Severus and get you excused from the rest of classes? Then you can sit in your dormitory and primp to your heart's delight. Sound like fun?"
Hermione was too shocked to say anything. She just let Harry and Ron lead the way to Slytherin common room. They took her all the way to a room, apparently her's, and sat her down on a bed. Harry sat down beside her, running a hand up her cheek.
"You're going to be fine once you get cleaned up," Harry whispered to her.
He stood up and left the room with Ron. Hermione began to cry. She didn't like this place. She hated it. She wanted to go back to the world she belonged in. Everything was just too wrong.
After crying for a bit, Hermione got out of her spoiled clothes and took a shower. She took a long shower, just leaning against the wall, letting the warm water run down her body. She kept trying to tell herself that she was in a dream. That smoke from Neville's potion knocked her out and this was just some crazy dream.
When Hermione finally felt like it was OK to leave the shower, she went to her trunk and looked for something to just wear around. To her surprise, the only clothes she had were revealing. Her least promiscuous outfit was a jean skirt and white sleeveless shirt. It wasn't what she would normally wear, but it was all she had. In the mirror, she looked the same as ever. Her hair was a frizzy mess and she was just plain.
"You aren't going out like that, are you?" came a low voice.
"What?" she asked, looking around. There was no one.
"This looks better, don't it?" came the voice again.
Hermione looked back in the mirror. Her frizzy hair was now smooth and shiny with curls at the ends. She wore lipstick and rouge and mascara. She did look rather nice this way.
"Say 'Thank you, Mr. Guise'," the voice said again.
"Thank you, Mr. Guise," Hermione muttered, still looking for the owner of the voice.
The voice said nothing more. Hermione let it go and left the dormitory. She walked out of the common room and back up to the Entrance Hall. She wasn't exactly sure what to do, but she had to see what else she could find out about this world.
She spotted Dumbledore in an odd way. He was walking along the corridor, hunched over with his hand out to nothing at all. Hermione quickly ran to him. If anyone knew what was going on, it had to be Dumbledore.
"Headmaster!" Hermione breathed as she came up to him.
"Here, chicky chicky," Dumbledore cooed at the ground, not noticing her there.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione said, trying to get his attention.
"Is that you, Minerva?" Dumbledore asked, not looking up from the floor.
"No, Professor," Hermione insisted. "It's me, Hermione Granger."
"Ah," Dumbledore chuckled to himself, turning his pale eyes briefly to her. "I knew you would come."
Dumbledore gave her a little smile, then continued down the corridor, calling, "Here Chicky chicky!" at invisible nothings.
"Professor," Hermione said, walking after him, "I need to speak with you. I must know what's going on here."
"Minerva," Dumbledore began, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Hermione," she corrected.
"You can't always rely on what you see," Dumbledore said, looking deeply into her eyes. "People aren't skin deep. There's something more to find in us all."
"But, Professor, I just want to go home," Hermione insisted.
"Isn't that your REAL Problem?" Dumbledore posed, giving her a little smile before he bent over again. "Here, chicky chicky!"
Dumbledore wobbled down the hall. Hermione stared after him, not sure she understood what he meant.
Hermione saw fit to join Harry and Ron at dinner. She had to remind herself to sit at the Slytherin table, since she was so use to the Gryffindor one.
"You look lovely, baby," Harry told her, smirking at her in that weird way that he did.
Hermione tried to ignore it. She was looking about, avoiding Harry's look, when she spotted Malfoy and Neville again. They sat and laughed to each other. It seemed so surreal every time she saw this. Could it really be that Malfoy wasn't such a prat? A light dinging echoed through the hall. Snape had tapped his fork on his goblet to get everyone's attention. He stood up.
"Good evening," Snape muttered. "I would like to announce that Mr. Filch has been given my permission to start a character-enrichment program. Select members of the student body will be placed in his care. Be sure to show up if he informs you that you have been chosen. If I hear that ANYONE has skipped Mr. Filch's character-enrichment class, I will personally see that you are punished."
"Character-Enrichment?" Hermione whispered to herself, confused.
"Oh, you know, baby," Harry chuckled. "Floggings."
"What?" Hermione gasped. "But he can't do that! Why doesn't someone stop him, McGonagal, Dumbledore?"
"Are you nutters, Hermione?" Ron shot at her. "McGonagal's been gone for years and Dumbledore's just, well, mental."
"But-" Hermione said desperately, looking up at the teacher table.
Dumbledore stood up and opened his mouth as if he were about to say something, then Snape put his hand on Dumbledore's shoulder and pushed him back down. Dumbledore sat willingly. Snape pushed Dumbledore's goblet toward him, and Dumbledore drank it.
"What happened to him?" Hermione asked.
"Who?" Harry retorted, reaching for a plate of candied yams.
"Dumbledore," Hermione clarified. "Why does he go around the castle chasing invisible chickens?"
"Don't you even remember," Ron scoffed. "The bloke went bonkers third year, after McGonagal was killed in that wand accident."
"Wand accident?" Hermione asked, turning to Harry.
"You know," Harry insisted. "It was when Mr. Pettigrew had his wand misfire. Longbottom, Malfoy, McGonagal and Filch were all caught in it."
"Pettigrew? Peter Pettigrew?" Hermione gasped.
She glanced up at the teacher's table and saw Peter Pettigrew sitting on the other side of Snape than Dumbledore was. Pettigrew lifted his glass, smiling his rat-like smile. Hermione pulsed with enmity.
"But he works for You-Know-Who!"
"I really think that your mishap today really messed you up," Ron announced. "You're more dense than usual."
Pettigrew had a wand misfire, which happened to be near Neville, the-boy-who-lived in this world. It didn't make sense. Pettigrew must have been trying to kill Neville, and afterward made up the excuse that his wand misfired. And McGonagal was dead? Dumbledore was crazy? How was she ever to get back home?
A/N: This is just a reminder, I have one nutty imagination and this is the result.
A/N2: Thanks to all my reviewers: Padfoot04, yeah she didn't have her time-turner, but the story wouldn't have worked without it. I'm glad yuo like it, Mia Hindo. dcyberpnoyMioneDrayloverc. Mr. MooMoo's Unnamed Minion, about Harry...you'll find out. eman, yeah all the Hr/DM's I've read were like that, too. I mean, don't people have imagination?
A Different You
by Lina Shay
Chapter Three: Dazed and Confused
Harry gave her a confused look. "What scar is that?"
Hermione looked down at the desk. That had to be it. Neville was now the boy who lived. It must have been when that potion hit Hermione's time-turner, it caused everything to change. Somehow, Neville was chosen by Voldemort instead of Harry. But that didn't explain why Snape and Harry called each other by their first names and why Neville was friends with Malfoy. There had to be more to this mess than just a scar.
After class, Hermione kept a sharp eye about her for more clues as to what was going on here. Harry kept annoyingly close while Ron tailed them indifferently, still counting.
"Let's head right to the common room and get you nice and pretty again," Harry said to her.
Hermione was beginning to hate it when they said she was pretty. It felt like they were being facetious or something. She tried her best to ignore Harry and his odd smirk and the way he talked to her.
Hermione started up the stone staircase.
"Where are you going, baby?" Harry called to her.
She looked back at them, saying, "The common room."
Harry laughed, saying, "No, baby. The common room isn't up there."
Hermione stared at them, confused.
"Our common room is here in the dungeon," Harry told her.
"What, but Gryffindor common is-" Hermione began.
Harry and Ron started laughing hysterically.
"Baby," Harry laughed. "We aren't in Gryffindor. We're in Slytherin."
"What?" Hermione gasped, looking at their robes. Harry and Ron both had the Slytherin crest. She looked down at herself. Underneath the grey-green stains, she could make out the Slytherin crest on her own robes. She gasped.
"Baby, I think you've had a tough day," Harry said kindly, taking her hand and leading her down from the stairs. "First you break a nail in History of Magic. Then you find a split end in Herbology. This potion deal is just making it worse. Why don't I talk to Severus and get you excused from the rest of classes? Then you can sit in your dormitory and primp to your heart's delight. Sound like fun?"
Hermione was too shocked to say anything. She just let Harry and Ron lead the way to Slytherin common room. They took her all the way to a room, apparently her's, and sat her down on a bed. Harry sat down beside her, running a hand up her cheek.
"You're going to be fine once you get cleaned up," Harry whispered to her.
He stood up and left the room with Ron. Hermione began to cry. She didn't like this place. She hated it. She wanted to go back to the world she belonged in. Everything was just too wrong.
After crying for a bit, Hermione got out of her spoiled clothes and took a shower. She took a long shower, just leaning against the wall, letting the warm water run down her body. She kept trying to tell herself that she was in a dream. That smoke from Neville's potion knocked her out and this was just some crazy dream.
When Hermione finally felt like it was OK to leave the shower, she went to her trunk and looked for something to just wear around. To her surprise, the only clothes she had were revealing. Her least promiscuous outfit was a jean skirt and white sleeveless shirt. It wasn't what she would normally wear, but it was all she had. In the mirror, she looked the same as ever. Her hair was a frizzy mess and she was just plain.
"You aren't going out like that, are you?" came a low voice.
"What?" she asked, looking around. There was no one.
"This looks better, don't it?" came the voice again.
Hermione looked back in the mirror. Her frizzy hair was now smooth and shiny with curls at the ends. She wore lipstick and rouge and mascara. She did look rather nice this way.
"Say 'Thank you, Mr. Guise'," the voice said again.
"Thank you, Mr. Guise," Hermione muttered, still looking for the owner of the voice.
The voice said nothing more. Hermione let it go and left the dormitory. She walked out of the common room and back up to the Entrance Hall. She wasn't exactly sure what to do, but she had to see what else she could find out about this world.
She spotted Dumbledore in an odd way. He was walking along the corridor, hunched over with his hand out to nothing at all. Hermione quickly ran to him. If anyone knew what was going on, it had to be Dumbledore.
"Headmaster!" Hermione breathed as she came up to him.
"Here, chicky chicky," Dumbledore cooed at the ground, not noticing her there.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione said, trying to get his attention.
"Is that you, Minerva?" Dumbledore asked, not looking up from the floor.
"No, Professor," Hermione insisted. "It's me, Hermione Granger."
"Ah," Dumbledore chuckled to himself, turning his pale eyes briefly to her. "I knew you would come."
Dumbledore gave her a little smile, then continued down the corridor, calling, "Here Chicky chicky!" at invisible nothings.
"Professor," Hermione said, walking after him, "I need to speak with you. I must know what's going on here."
"Minerva," Dumbledore began, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Hermione," she corrected.
"You can't always rely on what you see," Dumbledore said, looking deeply into her eyes. "People aren't skin deep. There's something more to find in us all."
"But, Professor, I just want to go home," Hermione insisted.
"Isn't that your REAL Problem?" Dumbledore posed, giving her a little smile before he bent over again. "Here, chicky chicky!"
Dumbledore wobbled down the hall. Hermione stared after him, not sure she understood what he meant.
Hermione saw fit to join Harry and Ron at dinner. She had to remind herself to sit at the Slytherin table, since she was so use to the Gryffindor one.
"You look lovely, baby," Harry told her, smirking at her in that weird way that he did.
Hermione tried to ignore it. She was looking about, avoiding Harry's look, when she spotted Malfoy and Neville again. They sat and laughed to each other. It seemed so surreal every time she saw this. Could it really be that Malfoy wasn't such a prat? A light dinging echoed through the hall. Snape had tapped his fork on his goblet to get everyone's attention. He stood up.
"Good evening," Snape muttered. "I would like to announce that Mr. Filch has been given my permission to start a character-enrichment program. Select members of the student body will be placed in his care. Be sure to show up if he informs you that you have been chosen. If I hear that ANYONE has skipped Mr. Filch's character-enrichment class, I will personally see that you are punished."
"Character-Enrichment?" Hermione whispered to herself, confused.
"Oh, you know, baby," Harry chuckled. "Floggings."
"What?" Hermione gasped. "But he can't do that! Why doesn't someone stop him, McGonagal, Dumbledore?"
"Are you nutters, Hermione?" Ron shot at her. "McGonagal's been gone for years and Dumbledore's just, well, mental."
"But-" Hermione said desperately, looking up at the teacher table.
Dumbledore stood up and opened his mouth as if he were about to say something, then Snape put his hand on Dumbledore's shoulder and pushed him back down. Dumbledore sat willingly. Snape pushed Dumbledore's goblet toward him, and Dumbledore drank it.
"What happened to him?" Hermione asked.
"Who?" Harry retorted, reaching for a plate of candied yams.
"Dumbledore," Hermione clarified. "Why does he go around the castle chasing invisible chickens?"
"Don't you even remember," Ron scoffed. "The bloke went bonkers third year, after McGonagal was killed in that wand accident."
"Wand accident?" Hermione asked, turning to Harry.
"You know," Harry insisted. "It was when Mr. Pettigrew had his wand misfire. Longbottom, Malfoy, McGonagal and Filch were all caught in it."
"Pettigrew? Peter Pettigrew?" Hermione gasped.
She glanced up at the teacher's table and saw Peter Pettigrew sitting on the other side of Snape than Dumbledore was. Pettigrew lifted his glass, smiling his rat-like smile. Hermione pulsed with enmity.
"But he works for You-Know-Who!"
"I really think that your mishap today really messed you up," Ron announced. "You're more dense than usual."
Pettigrew had a wand misfire, which happened to be near Neville, the-boy-who-lived in this world. It didn't make sense. Pettigrew must have been trying to kill Neville, and afterward made up the excuse that his wand misfired. And McGonagal was dead? Dumbledore was crazy? How was she ever to get back home?