A/N: Wow, almost everyone had a little cheer for Dumbeldore. Thanks, Siria, Jaid Ziaen, Katjuska, and Captain Oblivious. We all love Dumbledore. x g r e e n - e y e s x and FiReFaIrY14, thanks for the enthusiasm. MuShU gIrL, I like them too, that's why I try to write them when I can. Padfoot04, yes you showed up this time. Thank you all. You guys are what really keep me going in these fanfictions.
A Different You by Lina Shay
Chapter Twenty: The Perspective
Aurors and Dementors were called. Snape and Pettigrew were hauled off to Azkaban. All the student were checked out by a magical physician, then gradually sent home. Hermione, Neville and Draco stayed with Dumbledore and explained what all happened to Arthur Weasley, the Head of the Department of Magical Mayhem.
"Then Professor Snape grabbed Hermione and held a knife to her throat," Draco told him. "He said he would kill her if I didn't give him the basket."
"Where is this basket?" Weasley asked.
Draco ran over to the punch table and pulled the basket out from under it. He carried it over to Arthur and handed it to him. Neville's hand shot to his scar and he grimaced. Arthur opened the top of the basket, glanced inside, screwed-up his face, then closed it.
"We'll have to use a special banishing spell to get rid of this," Arthur said, handing it to the nearest auror. "What happened after Snape threatened you with Miss Granger's life?"
"That was where I came in," Dumbledore announced. "You see, once Snape had given up on chasing him, Neville came and released me from where I had been imprisoned. Neville," Dumbledore put a hand on Neville's back proudly, "took on Peter himself while I was still partially recovering. He did a masterful job and gave me Peter's wand."
"Neville!" Hermione exclaimed, throwing her arms around him. "You aren't a coward after all!"
Neville blushed.
Dumbledore touched Hermione's arm and motioned her to follow him while Draco and Neville continued to relate the story to Weasley. Dumbledore led her down a corridor, then stopped. He turned to her.
"You don't belong here, Hermione," Dumbledore told her.
"Yes, I know," she muttered.
"Are you ready to go back?" he asked her.
Hermione bit her lip, staring up at him. "I don't know. There's a million reasons for me to go back. Harry and Ron, my mum, McGonagal. I miss everything there so much. But there is a reason to stay."
"Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore guessed.
Hermione nodded.
"I have a feeling that everything is going to be just fine," Dumbledore assured her.
"You want me to go back?" Hermione asked, lowering her head.
"I think you should," Dumbledore remarked. "No one will even know you had gone or anything had happened in your world."
"What about this world?"
"I can't erase the things you've done for us here," he said, pulling out his wand. "Ostium."
Hermione was engorged by light. She felt weightless for just a moment, then hit the floor with a thud. There was purple smoke everywhere.
"Fescura!" Snape's voice casted, causing the smoke to disappeared.
There was this pert laughter just behind where she lay. It was Malfoy, hair slicked back and a face twisted into someone she hardly knew.
"Hermione!" Ron and Harry said in unison, both running up and holding out a hand to her.
She took both their hands and got to her feet.
"You've got that bloody potion all over you," Ron pointed out. "I hope it doesn't do something horrible like turn you into a newt."
"I'm sorry, Hermione," Neville said.
"It was my fault," Hermione muttered, then she remembered back. It wasn't her fault at all. Malfoy had tripped her. She glared at the git. He just laughed in response and whispered something about mudblood and clumsy. To think, that horrible little ferret could have been kind if only...never mind. Hermione put it into her head never to think of that place again. It was a mistake. She couldn't go back, so what was the use of dwelling on it? How could she even know if it had happened at all?
"Miss Granger, Potter, and Weasley, would you kindly get back to your seats," Snape ordered, folding his arms. "You have five minutes to finish your potions."
Hermione, Harry and Ron went back to their seat.
"Bloody pratt," Ron said under his breath.
"You aren't hurt at all, Hermione?" Harry asked, concerned.
No," she told him. "I'm fine."
"I sometimes wish that Snape would be nice to us," Harry muttered, brushing the hair off his forehead and revealing his scar.
"Don't wish that. You don't know what the consequences will be," Hermione smiled in spite of herself, staring at his scar. "You know, it really looks good on you, Harry."
"What does?" Harry asked, looking over his robes curiously.
"You're scar," She told him.
"I think you hit your head, Hermione," Ron insisted.
"No, Ron," Hermione began, "I just gained a new perspective."
Ron and Harry looked at each other in confusion.
A/N: Don't worry. That's not the end. And the chapter title is really stupid. I'm not very good with chapter titles.
A/N2: I want to take this reveiw to ask any questions that haven't been answered yet, and I will do my best to answer them in the last chapter or after the last chapter if I can't fit it in somewhere.