AN: Hey I'm writing again, it's amazing!! And, a realized a huge mistake that I'm so surprised nobody caught. Harry and Ron we're going to duel with Malfoy before Halloween, not after. So that was a mistake that I plan on fixing. Also, I'm sorry if I have the lessons in the wrong order, but I don't have my first HP book with me. My brother has it and he won't let me look at it.

I started writing this Monday, I'm finally finished! Holy goodness, nearly 12 pages, that's an accomplishment for me.

Chapter 4

Hermione enjoyed the rest of her first year in this oddly parallel world. She always ate meals at the Slytherin table, sat with the Slytherins whenever she had classes with them, and would blow off all the Gryffindors. Parvati and Lavender were trying to be nice to her and accept her, but Hermione would merely sneer and tell them it was too late. In the case of Harry, Ron, and Hermione, they were just as big of enemies as they used to be friends. When Harry and Ron found out that Hermione was helping the Slytherins in trying to get Harry expelled, they stopped ignoring her, and started being nasty to her. They would make snide comments about her in classes that she could plainly hear; they would insult her looks and intelligence, and would purposely run into her in the halls. But Hermione didn't care; they were supposed to be her friends, but it turned out they hadn't cared if she was murdered by that troll. The only reason Harry and Ron had saved her in the real world was so that they could make it to their upcoming years.

But then, as the year was slowly coming to an end, Hermione remembered something; Voldemort. Somehow, she has completely forgotten about him, and she realized she was hanging out with people who would eventually become Death Eaters that would help Voldemort rise to power and they would kill all those Muggles and Muggle-born's. Her entire family was Muggles; did she really want them all to die? No.

And then she remembered Fluffy, the Sorcerer's Stone, and Quirrel. Harry was the only person that could stop Quirrel. And Harry was still trying to figure out about Fluffy and what he was hiding, Hermione knew; she had seen him and Ron in the library looking up things and talking in hushed voices.

She realized that it was only a couple weeks before Quirrel was due to try and get the stone. She had to find a way to give Harry the information he needed before Voldemort got the stone. But how was she to do that? Harry and Ron wouldn't believe her if they knew it was her that gave them this information. But she had to do it. When she thought back to her first year, she had saved Harry and Ron from the Devil's Snare, and she had got Harry through the flames and to the stone. Also, it was her who found Flamel. No matter how much she despised Harry and Ron at the moment, she wasn't so cold hearted as to want them dead.

So, what she did was she composed a very long note that told all about who Nicolas Flamel was, told about the Sorcerer's Stone, and how to kill a Devil's Snare. It also included that they were to "drink the smallest bottle." Knowing Harry, he was bound to think that was odd (as most people would think), but Harry would keep it in mind nonetheless, and he would know what it means when the time was right.

After Transfiguration, the Gryffindors went to lunch, and Hermione, as usual, sat at the Slytherin table. She kept glancing around at the entrance to catch when Harry and Ron left for the library, and when she saw them heading out of the Great Hall, she jumped up from the table, told the Slytherins that she had to go to the library to finish up some homework, and hurried out of the Hall.

She followed Harry and Ron from a few paces behind, and would casually burry herself in her bag so they wouldn't think she was following them.

As she was walking, however, she ran smack dab into someone and was thrown backward, her books and parchment flying everywhere. Embarrassed, she threw her books back into her bag, mumbled an apology, and stood up, brushing her hair out of her eyes. As she looked into the face of who she had run into, however, she realized they were none other than Harry and Ron.

"Watch where you're going," Ron sneered at her.

Hermione stared at him coolly and calmly. "Don't worry, Weasley, I wouldn't want to run into you on purpose."

Ron glared, and Harry said, "Were you following us?"

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "No, Potter, I was on my way to the library to do my Transfiguration homework."

"Well, we were going to the library too," Ron shot at her.

"Oh, I see, so whoever enters the library after yourselves must be following you?" Hermione inquired. Receiving no answer, she brushed roughly passed them and walked another corridor and into the library. She sat at a table that had a view of the entrance to the library. About a moment after Hermione had sat down, Harry and Ron entered the library, talking in their usual hushed voices. They separated, each grabbing a stack of books, and then sat at their usual table, reading,

Hermione had to find a way to get them the note without them noticing that she was giving it to them. She hid behind a bookcase, and then peered around at their table. They were both deeply immersed in their books, and took no notice that they were being watched. She turned away, silently crumpled the piece of paper, looked around at them again, and then tossed the paper at them, so that it hit Harry in the head. She turned back again, and hurried away to hide behind a different bookcase. She saw Harry look around to where she had been standing earlier, looking for the thrower. He gave up the search, went back to Ron, and unfolded the note. Hermione saw their eyes moving back and forth as they read, and when they finished, their eyes were wide. Hermione turned away again as they looked around quickly. Then they started speaking to each other in hushed voices.

"Harry – what does this mean?" Ron whispered.

"I dunno… but it explains a lot. I don't know if it's true, though. How could Professor Quirrel be Voldemort's servant? What about Snape?" Harry answered.

"Maybe the person who threw this at you is mental," Ron said simply.

"I don't know… but I do wish I knew who did throw this."

There was a pause. They seemed to be doing some serious thinking. Well, Harry was, at least.

"Well," said Harry finally. "This note says that -," There was a pause, and Hermione assumed that Harry was either checking around for eavesdroppers again, or checking the note again to make sure his logic was correct, "- says that to get past Fluffy, we have to play him some music. And, this note talks about killing a Devil's Snare and 'drinking the smallest bottle', so this must prove our theory about there being other enchantments guarding whatever Fluffy was guarding… which is this Stone. So, I guess the thrower thought that we could get past the other enchantments without any help. I think we should keep this, go past Fluffy when they told us to, and try and get past as many of the other enchantments as we can." Harry finished.

"But… what if it's a trap? I mean, they told us to go the night of the last exam… that's in two weeks." Ron muttered reluctantly. "Why would they tell us a certain day to go?"

Harry sighed. "We'll just have to take the risk. If we could stop Voldemort from rising to power using this Stone, then I think it's worth it, do you? Besides, maybe they told us a day before Quirrel or Voldemort is going to go, and they wanted us to have some time."

Hermione assumed that Ron nodded.

"Besides, everything here makes sense… except for the Quirrel part. And I don't think just anyone would say Quirrel to lure us in. They would've just said that it was Snape. But, they said Quirrel… which makes me think this isn't just a trap." Harry said.

"But what if Malfoy wrote it?"

"Does that look like Malfoy's writing to you?" Harry asked sharply.

Hermione guessed that Harry had just glanced at the clock, because he said abruptly, "It's time for Defense Against the Dark Arts… we might as well go." They gathered their stuff, and exited the library.

Hermione leaned back into her chair, and breathed sigh of relief. Her plan had worked, and she felt good. If Harry and Ron did everything right, then, in about two weeks, Harry will wake up in the hospital wing, and Quirrel will be dead.

Then she slapped her hand to her forehead. Why hadn't she just told them to go tonight? Then they could've got the stone without having to worry about Quirrel getting there first... but I guess it's better this way, Hermione thought. Quirrel isn't supposed to live, so I guess he has to die, and the only way for that to happen is for him to go the same time as Harry goes.

She sighed again. What would Harry and Ron do if they ever found out it was her who had wrote the note? What if they 'realized' that they should be friends? She could just imagine it… Harry and Ron coming up to her, saying "Oh, Hermione, you're so smart and you helped us stop Voldemort… we must be destined for friendship!"

She couldn't believe that she had thought Harry and Ron were her friends. They were probably proud of themselves; they had managed to keep her believing that, for five whole years, that they were friends. She would never, ever forgive them, nor will she ever forget what they had said about her… oh, it had hurt so much…

But she shook that from her mind. She wasn't about to relive that moment. And then… something else occurred to her.

Why was she back in her first year? What was the point of her coming back here? Was it… was it possibly to remind her that being friends with Harry and Ron was the only thing that had made her happy? No… that's not possible! They made her miserable. They had only been using her for five years! Knowing that made her past years at Hogwarts even worse that was she was living through now.

But… should she possibly force herself to believe that, so she could get back to her time and then continue despising Harry and Ron? No… that wouldn't fool anything.

This is all a dream, Hermione thought to herself suddenly. This is a dream so you can see what life would have been like if you hadn't become friends with Harry and Ron. It's all a dream. Hermione forced herself to believe that.

She glanced at the clock and realized she was late for her lesson. She jumped up, pushed all her books into her bag, and ran out of the library and all the way to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

When she arrived, she was ten minutes late. She burst into the classroom, her face red and flushed, and her hair everywhere. She was panting, and she mumbled to Professor Quirrel, "Sorry, Professor, I was in the library… lost track of time…"

Professor Quirrel, as if shocked and rattled by her sudden appearance, told her it was alright and that it shouldn't happen again. She nodded, but not without feeling a surge of anger. She always got one when she looked at Quirrel, which was very often. She has learned to fight it, however, so that she wouldn't start cursing Quirrel into oblivion.

She looked around and saw four of the Gryffindor boy sniggering at her, not counting Neville. She rolled her eyes at them, and as she walked passed them, hissed menacingly, "Since when was being late a terrible crime?" and then sat down at the back of the room, alone.

"Settle down…" Quirrel muttered in a shaky voice.

They had another uneventful lesson; Quirrel just basically told them what to do if a vampire isn't repelled by garlic… which is nonsense, since every vampire is afraid of garlic. If you met a vampire that wasn't afraid of garlic, then he was obviously not a vampire.

After the lesson, Hermione left slowly behind the Gryffindors on her way to Charms. They met up with the Slytherins, who were just leaving Charms. As the other Gryffindors brushed passed them, Hermione hung around the converse.

"Hey, Granger," Pansy muttered. "We've been doing some thinking, and we think that you should ask Dumbledore for a house change."

Hermione blinked. "A house change?"

"Yeah," Draco said. "I mean, you hang out with us and not the Gryffindors, you eat at our table, and you have the personality of a Slytherin. If you belong in Slytherin, why waste your time in Gryffindor?"

"What if Dumbledore doesn't think that I should change?" Hermione countered. "What if he thinks that I'm supposed to be where I am?"

"What, you wanna stay where you are?" Theodore Nott questioned her.

"No!" Hermione exclaimed at once. "No, I'm just saying that Dumbledore might think that I belong in Gryffindor, and that's why the Sorting Hat put me there in the first place."

"People change," Millicent Bulstrode said simply. Hermione studied her.

"That's true…" She said slowly.

"Exactly!" Pansy grinned. "Ask him after Charms."

"Wait! But I'm Muggle-born!" Hermione reminded them.

They all paused. All of them had forgotten that Hermione come from an entire line of Muggles. She knew so much more about magic than they did that they pushed it out of their minds.

"Well… maybe your cunning mind and Slytherin qualities could make up for that," Pansy said awkwardly.

"Um… yeah," Nott said. After another uncomfortable pause, the Slytherins left.

Hermione sighed, and then entered the Charms room right before the bell rang.

When she got in the room, the Gryffindors whispers stopped abruptly. The boys sneered at her, and Lavender and Parvati smiled nervously at her. She didn't smile back; she merely took a seat at the back of the classroom, like usual.

Charms was fairly easy; they just reviewed levitating and some other stuff for the upcoming exams. However, they ended up with mountains of homework.

Directly after the lesson, Hermione, following what Pansy said, went to Professor Dumbledore's office. She approached the gargoyle and stopped in her tracks. Neither she, Harry, nor Ron had gone to Dumbledore's office in their first year; Harry was the first to go there, and that was in their second year.

"Er…" Hermione paused, for she did now know the password.

However, to her luck, the gargoyles sprang apart, and the staircase started twisting; someone was coming down the stairs. A moment later, Professor McGonagall appeared.

"Miss Granger, what are you doing here?" Professor McGonagall eyed her suspiciously. Professor McGonagall didn't like Hermione much anymore because she was spending time with the Slytherins.

"I would like to see Professor Dumbledore," Hermione answered coolly. Professor McGonagall narrowed her eyes, but let Hermione go up the stairs anymore. Hermione brushed past her without a backwards glance. She walked up the twisting staircase, and knocked three times on Professor Dumbledore's door.

It opened almost immediately. Professor Dumbledore stood in the doorway, his eyes sparkling from behind his half-moon glasses.

"Ah, Miss Granger," Professor Dumbledore smiled. "What a pleasant surprise. Please, come in, sit down," He gestured behind me to a chair in front of his desk. Hermione gave a small smile and plopped into the squashy armchair. Professor Dumbledore walked past her and sat in the chair behind his desk.

"So, Miss Granger, why, may I ask, are you here?" Professor Dumbledore smiled at her warmly.

"Well, sir," Hermione stammered, nervously, "I've been doing some thinking… I mean, I don't really spend much time with the Gryffindors… and the only time I'm really with them is when I'm in the common room for bed! So, it just really doesn't make any sense that -,"

"Your point, Miss Granger?" Dumbledore smiled pleasantly. Hermione blushed.

"Yes, sorry professor," She muttered. "I was just wondering… could I possibly have a- a house change?" She braced herself.

Dumbledore, however, studied her. "A house change… how very interesting." He smiled. "Well, I don't know if you know, but I have never been asked this before. Actually -," He thought for a second, "- I don't believe that this has ever been asked before. A house change… very interesting…" He repeated. "Why has this thought come to you?"

"Well," Hermione began, "Like I said, I don't really spend much time with the Gryffindors, and I just don't think I belong with them. And I don't think that I still acquire the major characteristics of a Gryffindor."

"And what house do you believe you belong in now?" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.

"Well… I was kind of thinking… Slytherin," She mumbled.

"Ah," Dumbledore smiled at her again. "Are you also doing this so you can be with your friends?"

"No!" Hermione lied quickly. "Well… I mean… I've been told that I act much more like them than I do the Gryffindors… and I don't like being a Gryffindor… I think my stay at Hogwarts would be a lot more pleasant if I were in a different house." Hermione told him.

Dumbledore thought for a moment. "Well… I don't suppose it couldn't hurt to try to have a house change. We'll do it in my office, not in front of the whole school. If the Sorting Hat places you in Gryffindor again, I do not want you to ask me again for a house change. If you are placed in the same house twice, you must belong there. However, if you are placed in a different house, we will immediately move your thingsinto your new dormitory. And, if you are possibly not put in Slytherin, I still don't want you come back and ask me for a house change."

"Oh, thank you Professor Dumbledore! When can we do it? Now?" Hermione was beaming and jumping in her chair like a child.

"No, not now," Dumbledore's eyes bored into her. "Tomorrow, after classes. I have much too much work."

"Okay, thank you sir!" Hermione said again, and left his office, her heart feeling very light.

Hermione was ecstatic as she took her usual seat at the Slytherin house table and told them that the next day she would be up for a house change.

"Alright!" Pansy grinned. "That's great! Now you can be where you belong."

"Are we allowed to come?" Theodore Nott asked her.

"I don't know…" Hermione answered sheepishly. She hadn't asked Dumbledore about that one.

"Well, we'll show up anyway," Draco waved it aside. "I mean, what's wrong with us attending your re-sorting? I mean, the whole school saw your first sorting."

"Too true," Hermione said thoughtfully. "But remember, I might not be put in Slytherin. While I'm sure that I won't be in Hufflepuff, I could be put in Ravenclaw. I mean, I am the smartest witch of our year."

The Slytherins waved that aside as well. Chaylse Wilona, another Slytherin first year girl, said, "With your Slytherin personality, there's no way you'll be put in Ravenclaw."

"But, if I do get put in Ravenclaw, Professor Dumbledore won't let me try to get re-sorted again. He told me that this is my only chance." Hermione told them.

"So?" Draco spat. "Are you saying that you'd rather be in Gryffindor than Slytherin?"

"No! I'm not saying that! I'm just warning you that -,"

"Look, we don't care about warnings," Blaise Zabini told her. "We know that you'll be put in Slytherin, so there's nothing to worry about, right? Right?" He said again as Hermione hesitated.

"Right," She said reluctantly.

"Good," Blaise said.

The next morning Hermione had Herbology and then a break before lunch, and then Double Potions with the Slytherins. Since Hermione had started hanging out with the Slytherins, Snape seemed to like her a lot more than the other Gryffindors, and decided to treat her like a Slytherin than a Gryffindor. This was a great bonus to her, since she didn't have to work quite as hard on Potions than she did in other classes, since Snape would always give her O's.

That day, however, Hermione could barely concentrate. She didn't pay any attention in Herbology, and when Professor Sprout asked her to identify a plant, Hermione hadn't been paying attention so she said she didn't know. She got many gasps from the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs around her.

In Potions, as she sat next to Pansy and Chaylse, she couldn't keep her mind on the ingredients she was supposed to be adding to her Forgetful Potion. Her mind kept drifting off to the time when, after the bell rang, she and the rest of the first year Slytherins would be making their way toward Dumbledore's office, getting ready for her re-sorting.

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, the bell that signaled the end of classes for the day rang, and the Slytherins hurriedly stuffed their books into their bags and tore off to Dumbledore's office.

As they rounded the corridor to his office, they found him standing in front of the gargoyles, looking pleased.

"Ah, right on time," He beamed at them. "Come in." He turned to the gargoyles and said "Tootsie Pops" which was obviously the password, because the gargoyles sprang apart to let them through. They all followed Dumbledore up the spiral staircase and into his circular office. In the middle stood a stool with the legendary Sorting Hat sitting on top of it.

"Miss Granger, we will make this quick. Just sit on the stool, place the Sorting Hat on your head, and we will await the answer." Dumbledore smiled warmly at her, his eyes twinkling yet again.

Hermione nodded, shaking with nerves. She slowly walked to the stool, picked up the hat, sat down, facing the Slytherins and Professor Dumbledore, and lowered the hat onto her head, blocking them all from view.

Hermione waited a few second before a small voice said, "Ah, hello Miss Granger. You're back. I see that you would like a house change?"

"Um… yes," Hermione thought.

"Very interesting. I have never had this happen before. It should be interesting. Oh… but what is this? The memories of a different life?"

Hermione's heart plummeted. The hat could see what had happened in her world?

"Oh wow… this is very, very interesting… I see that you have come from an alternate reality and somehow into this one… and I see also that in that life, you were best friends with Messrs Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley… this is very interesting…"

Hermione wished that the hat would stop saying how interesting this situation was.

"I'm very sorry Miss Granger…" The small voice said, or thought, suddenly.

"Why?" Hermione thought sharply.

"I'm sorry what I am about to do. What I am about to do will cause you pain and misery beyond anything you have ever imagined. I apologize, but it is what I have to do… SLYTHERIN!" The hat yelled this out to the whole office.

Hermione heard cheers, and she slowly removed the hat from her head, stood up, and placed it back on the stool. She tried to look happy, but couldn't. She didn't understand the hat's words to her… how is being in Slytherin going to cause her pain and misery? Was it because in her world she was to belong in Gryffindor? This world isn't real; how could is cause her pain and misery?

Pansy clapped her on the back. "Great job Granger! We were wondering what was taking so long. You had the hat on for nearlytwo minutes!"

"Yeah… well… I guess it was a tough decision," Hermione shrugged.

"Why don't you seem happier?" Theodore asked her.

"I am happy!" Hermione assured them quickly. "I just don't show it."

This seemed to satisfy the Slytherins. They shrugged and said "Okay,"

"Congratulations, Miss Granger. You received the thing you were seeking. You must be very proud of yourself." Dumbledore smiled at her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"I am proud. Thank you for giving me the chance, Professor Dumbledore," Hermione smiled back.

"You're quite welcome," His eyes twinkled their famous twinkle.

With that, her new fellow house mates ushered her out of the office.

At dinner, Hermione sat at the Slytherin table, but this time, she was welcome, as she was now a Slytherin and not a Gryffindor.

However, while Hermione was eating, Parvati and Lavender approached her.

Lavender cleared her throat. "Um, Hermione?"

Hermione gave her a cold stare. "Yes, Brown?"

"Um… Parvati and I were wondering if -,"

"- if you'd like to each dinner with us for a change." Parvati finished for Lavender quickly.

"I don't think so," Hermione grinned. "I think I should eat at my house table.

Parvati and Lavender stared. "B-but you're a -,"

"A Slytherin, Patil. As of about a half an hour ago." Hermione smiled pleasantly. "And, unlike when I was a Gryffindor, I actually like sitting at my house table."

Parvati and Lavender kept staring, so Hermione waved at them and said, "Good-bye," and continued with her dinner.

Hermione glanced at the Gryffindor table after Parvati and Lavender joined them. The two girls were whispered to the other Gryffindors, and they all turned to glare at her, excluding the girls and Neville.

Hermione waved pleasantly at them the same way she had waved to Parvati and Lavender and started again on her dinner.

About ten minutes later, Dumbledore stood up to make an announcement, and Hermione could only guess what it was.

"Today in my office, something happened that has never happened, or even been brought up, in Hogwarts history. A student approached me and asked for a house change. I granted her request, because if a student does not feel they belong where they are, they shouldn't be there. Now, I'm sure all of you like where you are, so I don't expectany ofyouto come here asking for a house chance,but this student was able to convince me to let her switch. So, this afternoon, Hermione Granger went from being a first year Gryffindor to a first year Slytherin." He smiled and clapped. The other teachers clapped politely, except Snape who clapped very loudly. Slytherin also clapped loudly, and Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff clapped lightly. Professor McGonagall and the Gryffindors, however, didn't clap at all.

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