Chapter 3
Hogwarts in the past was the same yet, almost opposite of the place I knew. These people were living without the fear of Voldemort. I was now learning with people I knew as teachers, such as Snape and Remus. People I knew as friends, and those who I knew were dead. The question for me was would these people die in a future, where I was in the past?
Sitting in potions, the first lesson of the day, Hermione got her first taste of what the young Snape was like to work with at school. She had thought he had been bad as a teacher, but here he did not have the responsibility his position as a means to temper his spite.
Hermione entered the potions lab. it was as she remembered it, even smelling the same. "Oh, great. Another mudblood." A voice cut through the silence. Hermione didn't need to look around to recognise the cold, oily tone of Snape.
"Ohh, great. More pureblood originality. Merlin, the mudblood comment is getting old now." She said in an even tone, not bothering to look round.
"You get it a lot as well then?" A pretty young witch with flame red hair asked Hermione, "By the way I'm Lily Evans."
"You have no idea." Hermione grinned rolling her eyes, "One year I ended up Petrified in the hospital wing."
"Nasty." Lily nodded sympathetically, "It doesn't get that bad here, Dumbledore wouldn't stand for it."
"I bet." Hermione agreed.
Suddenly a head appeared between Lily and Hermione, "Ahhhh, forgive me Lily-flower, I did not introduce you to Harriet. Harriet this is Lily, the light of my life. Lily this is Harriet."
"Piss of Potter!" Lily spat drawing back.
"Hey James." Hermione smiled pleasantly at him.
"Alright?" He asked, "Snape give you any trouble?"
"Nothing I can't handle thanks." Hermione replied.
"There you go Potter, was there anything else?" Lily growled at him, as he pulled away.
When he had left Hermione turned to Lily, "What was all that about?" She asked.
"James Potter, prides himself on being the biggest, most obnoxious, insensitive, egotistical,"
"Ok, sorry I asked" Hermione cut her off, "He just seemed like a nice enough bloke to me."
"Oh, he will be to you." Lily agreed. "But you should see the way he treats Snape"
"But Snape hasn't exactly been nice to me, and I guessing he is the same to you as well." Hermione pointed out.
"Silence" A voice boomed. Ending all conversation.
Hogwarts was the opposite of what I knew, yet maybe, it could stay this way. Could the time I came from exist without fear, and prejudice? Even though looking at time travel laws we are taught not to change the past, these laws were made by people with no understanding as to the mystery of time. Surely these people are no better equipped than the next person to decide the guidelines of time travel.
I sat through all of my morning lessons trying to sort out in my head exactly what I knew about time. Hoping I would get a clue from this as to how I could behave in the past. Dumbledore's words kept cutting into my thoughts, 'the question of fate has existed longer than that of time'.
After making up my mind to settle in fully, I also wanted to protect these new people in my life. I was however at a loss of how to do this, if Dumbledore was right and this was fate I was sealing the future by my actions, and I truly had no free will to do as I wanted, this was all predetermined. If that was the case, what was the point in me even living?
I was however alive, surely this meant there was some point to my existence, did this mean I had the power to change the future. I don't want to use the phrase change time, as If space and time, being the third and forth dimensions can both be affected by gravity (the only constant being the speed of light) then changing time isn't what I was planning on doing, I wanted to change events, not quantities.
A/N: This is going out so soon because Milky Way Bar reviewed within 5 mins of me posting the last chapter and made me inspired. I'm going away for a week tonight so I shall post as much as I can but no promises. Smile people.
Charlatan
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