AN: Hey!! This is a What If? fic, and a major AU. I hope you like!
Disclaimer: I own nada.
I dedicate this to Kirjava Deamon because she helped me with almost EVERYTHING about the idea of how to portray this. I lurve you!
Beta-ed by Kirjava Deamon.
Chapter 1
The bushy-haired girl by the name of Hermione Granger stormed into the girl's bathroom, tears threatening to escape her eyes. As she threw the door open so violently that it could've been thrown off its hinges if not being magically bound, she muttered angrily under her breath, "I can't believe them... what friends..."
She looked at her reflection in the mirror, to see a red-cheeked girl with tears streaming down them. The red cheeks were from anger, the tears from the thought of friendship, but oh, oh not. Hadn't it been her who'd been there for them always? Hadn't it always been her who'd gone out of her way to give gifts to them? Hadn't it been HER who'd do there notes to study off of? Hadn't it....
She then sat down against the wall and cried. Was she being sensitive? Perhaps, but they really did hurt her.
She cried for a long time; she lost track of time. She had missed all her afternoon classes, she knew that much. No that she cared. No one came in the bathroom, probably because this bathroom was out of the way for most. But what about Harry or Ron or even Ginny?
After a long while, she got up and looked out of the windows. It was pitch black. She wasn't going to leave, with the fear of getting caught. So, she decided she would just spend the night here. She wouldn't be missed, that was for sure. Hah...as if!
She sat under one of the sinks, so that she was hidden in the shadows. She sniffed a couple of times, before she drifted off that deepest part of her sleep pattern, her last thought being how much she despised her friends...who SHE'D be a friend to...
It was a low, grumbling sound that awakened Hermione. She sat up, only to forget where she was and bang her head on the sink. She cursed silently and she rubbed her head. She looked out the windows and saw that it was dusk. Hermione tilted her head, confused. What was going on?
It was then that she looked in front of her to see a Mountain Troll, twelve feet high. She gasped, and tried to move back some, only to find that she was as far back as she could go.
The troll started to advance on her, when Hermione suddenly thought, What am I doing? I watched Harry and Ron battle a troll almost exactly like this in our first year! I'm sixteen years old, I can do this!
She climbed out from under the sink and shot a few, carefully selected spells from her wand, which had been inside her robes. The troll fell to the ground with a loud Thud!
Hermione, breathing deeply, stuck her wand back inside her robes. I wonder how that got in here... She mused to herself.
Just then, she heard hurried footsteps coming towards the bathroom door. A second later, three Professors appeared at the door. McGonagall, Snape, and... Quirrel?
"What are you doing here?!" Hermione gasped, pointing at Quirrel. Quirrel looked taken aback, and McGonagall surprised.
"Miss Granger, what's gotten into you?" She asked, confused.
Hermione looked at McGonagall. "What are you talking about?" She questioned angrily. "Remember what happened at the end of mine and Harry's and Ron's first year?"
McGonagall was more confused than ever. "What are you talking about, Miss Granger?"
Hermione shook her head in disbelief and then turned to look at herself in the mirror. What she saw almost made her faint.
Her reflection in the mirror showed an eleven year old Hermione Granger.
"Miss Granger, are you alright?" McGonagall asked gently.
Hermione looked back at her, pale as a ghost. "Yes," She croaked. "I'm-I'm just a little shook up about the-the troll."
McGonagall looked at her in sympathy. "That's quite all right, Miss Granger. You may go."
Hermione exited quickly, and, during that long walk from the bathroom to the Gryffindor Common Room, she had time to think.
Why was she eleven again? What happened? Was this all a dream? And most importantly... why hadn't Harry and Ron come to save her?
All these questions had to be answered, but, before she could ponder them for too long, she had reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Oh, lion," She said distantly, using the password that was being used in her sixth year.
"No, Miss Granger," The Fat Lady said.
"Oh... oh, um..." Hermione tried to think back to the password that had been used five years back, but had no luck. "I'm sorry, I can't remember." She sighed.
"Yes, I know," The Fat Lady said. When Hermione gave her an odd look, she said quickly, "I heard about the troll."
"Oh," Realization hit Hermione. "Yeah."
"That's okay, dear, it's Pig Snout,"
Hermione smiled weakly and nodded. "Pig snout," she said and the portrait swung open, revealing the Gryffindor common room, where the Gryffindors were enjoying the last of the Halloween feat.
Hermione looked around and saw Harry and Ron, sitting in a corner, eating and chatting away happily. Seeing them made Hermione burn with anger. Why hadn't they come to save her?
She stomped upstairs to her dormitory, noticed by no one.
