AN: Hey all! Welcome to the second installment of Chocolate. . .oh, and by
the way, it was pointed out to me that I described the Marauder's
incorrectly. . . sorry!! Its just, I lent my copy of OotP to a friend, so I
just described them the way I see them in my head. . .
Disclaimer: Yup, I'm JK! I own it all! Bwahahaha!! Only joking, I really own nothing but the plot. . .
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Hermione slowly opened her eyes, and squinted at the four unfamiliar faces who where staring worriedly at her. Scratch that. They weren't unfamiliar- One looked exactly like her best friend, save for the eyes. One looked like the younger version of her DADA teacher. One looked like the younger version of Harry's late Godfather. And the fourth boy- she had seen him before, too. Mind you, last time, he was 20 years older and had just transformed from his form of 12 years- a rat. She quickly averted her eyes from him.
Suddenly, she realized they were talking. "Miss?" "Hello?" "Are you alright?" "What's your name?" She sat up, shakily. "H-hullo. I'm alright. . .I think. My name's Her-" She clapped her hands over her mouth, horrified with herself- She had almost told them her real name, which would, doubtless, cause problems in the future.
"Your name is Her. . .what?" The black haired, bespectacled boy prompted gently. "Its. . .erm. . .Her. . shey! Um, yes, its Hershey." They all looked at her oddly. Finally, who she assumed to be Remus Lupin said "You're named after a muggle chocolate bar?" Hermione (Or Hershey. . .) laughed nervously. "Erm, yes, my parents are both um, obsessed with chocolate." The absurdity of this sentence was quite funny, since her parents were both dentists, but she managed to keep her amusement to herself.
Suddenly, James Potter (The Harry clone) started talking and gesturing towards the other Marauders. "That's Sirius Black- Loyal as a dog, that one!" Sirius responded with a "Woof!" "Here's Peter Pettigrew, cunning as a rat, he is!" 'He's more of a rat than you think', she thought to herself. "And that Shaggy haired lug is Remus Lupin. I know he doesn't look it, but he's as wild as a wolf." Remus looked down at his shoes. "And I-" but suddenly Sirius interrupted him "He's James Potter, and he's as conceited as a stag!"
With mock anger, James threw himself at Sirius. While they were fighting, Hermione turned to Remus. "Is there any way I can see the headmaster?" she asked quietly. "You want to see Dumbledore? Well, they're rather busy" Remus replied, gesturing towards the bickering duo, "But I'd be more than happy to take you! So, where did you come from, anyway?" He asked, as they climbed up the steps to get to the entrance hall "I-I'm a transfer student from Beauxbatons" "Oh. . Did you apparate here?" asked Remus nonchalantly. Hermione glared at him "Of course not! You can't apparate on the grounds of Hogwarts, it only says so about a million times in Hogwarts, A History! I would have thought that you, of all people, would have known that!" Remus looked rather taken aback. "I was only testing you! I wanted to see if you had done your research. . . and what did you mean, Me of all people?"
"Erm. . .You just seem like the smart type, I guess!" Hermione replied, with a smile. 'Wow, I'm getting to be pretty good with this whole lying thing!' Hermione thought proudly to herself. "Oh. . .alright. . ." Remus still looked a tad perplexed, but he didn't have time to say anything, because they where standing in front of the gargoyle statue. "Ice Mice!" Remus said loudly, and the statue leapt aside with agility that one doesn't usually see in a carved bit of rock.
Hermione turned towards Remus "Will you wait here for me? I shouldn't be but a minute." Remus smiled and nodded. With that, Hermione started up the winding staircase. At the top, she came across a door, which she tentatively knocked on. "Come in" said a voice inside, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Dumbledore. Well, not suspiciously, because it was his office. . .
She pushed the door open, and sat down in a chair near Dumbledore's desk. He looked at her through his moon shaped spectacles. "How may I help you?" He asked. Hermione was surprised that he didn't say anything about her Gryffindor robes. "Well, I- I'm from the future." Hermione said tentatively. "Oh? Continue." "Um, well, my name is Hermione Granger, and I'm a seventh year Gryffindor and Head Girl. . .just not yet, if that makes any sense. I was in potions class, we were making a potion to stop time for the drinker. I. . ." she turned a little red "I must have done something wrong to my potion, because when I drank it, I ended up here. But I don't see how I messed up; I usually do perfectly in all of my classes! Er, not that I'm bragging. . ."
Prof. Dumbledore looked at her for several minutes, deep in thought. "Was there anyone in your class who you disliked?" He finally asked "Well, yes. . .it was double potions, with the Slytherins, and I can't say I like any of them." "I see. Was there any one Slytherin whom you particularly disliked, or, dare I say, even hated?" Hermione didn't have to even pause to think about this. "Draco Malfoy." She said his name, and scrunched up her nose in disgust. "I see. Now, this must have been a NEWT level class," She nodded "So I doubt anyone in there did poorly in potions. . ." "Er, I'm not sure what you're getting at, but Neville Longbottom, a fellow Gryffindor, takes the class, and he's horrible in it. I don't know why Snape let him in, though. I think it must have been Dumble-erm, I mean your doing."
"Well, Ms. Granger, I may not be able to tell you how to get back to your time, at least, not yet, but I think I can explain how your potion sent you here. Or, should I say, Mr. Longbottom's potion. Mr. Malfoy must have used some of his time to cause some mischief. . .to switch yours and Neville's potion."
Hermione gaped at him. "But- that's. . .well, now that I think about it, I suppose you're right. . .I'm going to kill Malfoy when I get home! If I get home" "Ms. Granger, did you happen to see anyone before you came up to my office?" "Yes. The Marauder's found me. Remus helped me to your office" At the mention of Remus, Hermione's cheeks flushed ever so slightly. 'What is wrong with me?' she asked herself 'Oh dear, I hope my little schoolgirl's crush from third year isn't coming back to haunt me. . .' "Now, Ms. Granger, you didn't give them your real name, did you?" "Of course not! Well, I almost did, but I caught myself. They think my name is, er, Hershey. As in, the chocolate. Told 'em my parent's were nutters for chocolate" "I see. Can you think of a last name?"
Hermione thought about that for a moment. Finally, she said "Groppett'll do" She figured that, since Prof. Binns always seemed to call her that, she would be able to answer to that. "I also told the boys I was from Beauxbatons." "Very good. So, if anyone asks, you are Miss. Hershey Groppett, and you are an exchange student form Beauxbatons. You may go back to Gryffindor Tower now. We only have one female 7th year, in Gryffindor. I'm sure she'll be happy to share her head girl's room. Or, if not, the 7th year girl's dormitory is free." "Alright, thank you Professor! Oh, but what about supplies? And clothes? All I have are the clothes on my back and the wand in my pocket. I don't even have a pair of knuts to rub together!" "Tomorrow, I think, I will send you to Hogsmeade to purchase anything you might need, and the school will take care of expenses. Normally, I would send the Head Girl, Lily Evans, with you, but she and James, the Head Boy, are going to be in meetings all day. Is there someone you would like to take? Sirius, or Remus, or Peter, perchance?" "Um, Remus, I suppose. Thank you Professor!" "Goodnight Miss Groppet."
Hermione walked down the stairs, and out from behind the statue. Remus, who had been sitting on the floor, jumped to his feet. "So, everything went ok, Hershey?" He asked. "Yes" She answered. "I was already sorted a few days ago, and I just needed to set a few things straight. Now, could you show me how to get to Gryffindor Tower?" "Of course, milady." He answered, offering his arm to her. She grinned. "Why thank you, kind sir."
They walked and talked, arm in arm, for several minutes, before they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Password?", she asked "I'm a little Teapot" Said Remus, going red as Hermione looked at him quizzically. "Since Lily and James are the Heads, they get to choose the passwords for Gryffindor. . .and they both have a bit of a sense of humor." Hermione chuckled. The portrait swung open, and they climbed through into the crimson and gold common room.
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AN: This chappie didn't turn out as good as I wanted it too. . .oh well, I'm sure number 3 will be better! Review!!!!!
Disclaimer: Yup, I'm JK! I own it all! Bwahahaha!! Only joking, I really own nothing but the plot. . .
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Hermione slowly opened her eyes, and squinted at the four unfamiliar faces who where staring worriedly at her. Scratch that. They weren't unfamiliar- One looked exactly like her best friend, save for the eyes. One looked like the younger version of her DADA teacher. One looked like the younger version of Harry's late Godfather. And the fourth boy- she had seen him before, too. Mind you, last time, he was 20 years older and had just transformed from his form of 12 years- a rat. She quickly averted her eyes from him.
Suddenly, she realized they were talking. "Miss?" "Hello?" "Are you alright?" "What's your name?" She sat up, shakily. "H-hullo. I'm alright. . .I think. My name's Her-" She clapped her hands over her mouth, horrified with herself- She had almost told them her real name, which would, doubtless, cause problems in the future.
"Your name is Her. . .what?" The black haired, bespectacled boy prompted gently. "Its. . .erm. . .Her. . shey! Um, yes, its Hershey." They all looked at her oddly. Finally, who she assumed to be Remus Lupin said "You're named after a muggle chocolate bar?" Hermione (Or Hershey. . .) laughed nervously. "Erm, yes, my parents are both um, obsessed with chocolate." The absurdity of this sentence was quite funny, since her parents were both dentists, but she managed to keep her amusement to herself.
Suddenly, James Potter (The Harry clone) started talking and gesturing towards the other Marauders. "That's Sirius Black- Loyal as a dog, that one!" Sirius responded with a "Woof!" "Here's Peter Pettigrew, cunning as a rat, he is!" 'He's more of a rat than you think', she thought to herself. "And that Shaggy haired lug is Remus Lupin. I know he doesn't look it, but he's as wild as a wolf." Remus looked down at his shoes. "And I-" but suddenly Sirius interrupted him "He's James Potter, and he's as conceited as a stag!"
With mock anger, James threw himself at Sirius. While they were fighting, Hermione turned to Remus. "Is there any way I can see the headmaster?" she asked quietly. "You want to see Dumbledore? Well, they're rather busy" Remus replied, gesturing towards the bickering duo, "But I'd be more than happy to take you! So, where did you come from, anyway?" He asked, as they climbed up the steps to get to the entrance hall "I-I'm a transfer student from Beauxbatons" "Oh. . Did you apparate here?" asked Remus nonchalantly. Hermione glared at him "Of course not! You can't apparate on the grounds of Hogwarts, it only says so about a million times in Hogwarts, A History! I would have thought that you, of all people, would have known that!" Remus looked rather taken aback. "I was only testing you! I wanted to see if you had done your research. . . and what did you mean, Me of all people?"
"Erm. . .You just seem like the smart type, I guess!" Hermione replied, with a smile. 'Wow, I'm getting to be pretty good with this whole lying thing!' Hermione thought proudly to herself. "Oh. . .alright. . ." Remus still looked a tad perplexed, but he didn't have time to say anything, because they where standing in front of the gargoyle statue. "Ice Mice!" Remus said loudly, and the statue leapt aside with agility that one doesn't usually see in a carved bit of rock.
Hermione turned towards Remus "Will you wait here for me? I shouldn't be but a minute." Remus smiled and nodded. With that, Hermione started up the winding staircase. At the top, she came across a door, which she tentatively knocked on. "Come in" said a voice inside, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Dumbledore. Well, not suspiciously, because it was his office. . .
She pushed the door open, and sat down in a chair near Dumbledore's desk. He looked at her through his moon shaped spectacles. "How may I help you?" He asked. Hermione was surprised that he didn't say anything about her Gryffindor robes. "Well, I- I'm from the future." Hermione said tentatively. "Oh? Continue." "Um, well, my name is Hermione Granger, and I'm a seventh year Gryffindor and Head Girl. . .just not yet, if that makes any sense. I was in potions class, we were making a potion to stop time for the drinker. I. . ." she turned a little red "I must have done something wrong to my potion, because when I drank it, I ended up here. But I don't see how I messed up; I usually do perfectly in all of my classes! Er, not that I'm bragging. . ."
Prof. Dumbledore looked at her for several minutes, deep in thought. "Was there anyone in your class who you disliked?" He finally asked "Well, yes. . .it was double potions, with the Slytherins, and I can't say I like any of them." "I see. Was there any one Slytherin whom you particularly disliked, or, dare I say, even hated?" Hermione didn't have to even pause to think about this. "Draco Malfoy." She said his name, and scrunched up her nose in disgust. "I see. Now, this must have been a NEWT level class," She nodded "So I doubt anyone in there did poorly in potions. . ." "Er, I'm not sure what you're getting at, but Neville Longbottom, a fellow Gryffindor, takes the class, and he's horrible in it. I don't know why Snape let him in, though. I think it must have been Dumble-erm, I mean your doing."
"Well, Ms. Granger, I may not be able to tell you how to get back to your time, at least, not yet, but I think I can explain how your potion sent you here. Or, should I say, Mr. Longbottom's potion. Mr. Malfoy must have used some of his time to cause some mischief. . .to switch yours and Neville's potion."
Hermione gaped at him. "But- that's. . .well, now that I think about it, I suppose you're right. . .I'm going to kill Malfoy when I get home! If I get home" "Ms. Granger, did you happen to see anyone before you came up to my office?" "Yes. The Marauder's found me. Remus helped me to your office" At the mention of Remus, Hermione's cheeks flushed ever so slightly. 'What is wrong with me?' she asked herself 'Oh dear, I hope my little schoolgirl's crush from third year isn't coming back to haunt me. . .' "Now, Ms. Granger, you didn't give them your real name, did you?" "Of course not! Well, I almost did, but I caught myself. They think my name is, er, Hershey. As in, the chocolate. Told 'em my parent's were nutters for chocolate" "I see. Can you think of a last name?"
Hermione thought about that for a moment. Finally, she said "Groppett'll do" She figured that, since Prof. Binns always seemed to call her that, she would be able to answer to that. "I also told the boys I was from Beauxbatons." "Very good. So, if anyone asks, you are Miss. Hershey Groppett, and you are an exchange student form Beauxbatons. You may go back to Gryffindor Tower now. We only have one female 7th year, in Gryffindor. I'm sure she'll be happy to share her head girl's room. Or, if not, the 7th year girl's dormitory is free." "Alright, thank you Professor! Oh, but what about supplies? And clothes? All I have are the clothes on my back and the wand in my pocket. I don't even have a pair of knuts to rub together!" "Tomorrow, I think, I will send you to Hogsmeade to purchase anything you might need, and the school will take care of expenses. Normally, I would send the Head Girl, Lily Evans, with you, but she and James, the Head Boy, are going to be in meetings all day. Is there someone you would like to take? Sirius, or Remus, or Peter, perchance?" "Um, Remus, I suppose. Thank you Professor!" "Goodnight Miss Groppet."
Hermione walked down the stairs, and out from behind the statue. Remus, who had been sitting on the floor, jumped to his feet. "So, everything went ok, Hershey?" He asked. "Yes" She answered. "I was already sorted a few days ago, and I just needed to set a few things straight. Now, could you show me how to get to Gryffindor Tower?" "Of course, milady." He answered, offering his arm to her. She grinned. "Why thank you, kind sir."
They walked and talked, arm in arm, for several minutes, before they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Password?", she asked "I'm a little Teapot" Said Remus, going red as Hermione looked at him quizzically. "Since Lily and James are the Heads, they get to choose the passwords for Gryffindor. . .and they both have a bit of a sense of humor." Hermione chuckled. The portrait swung open, and they climbed through into the crimson and gold common room.
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AN: This chappie didn't turn out as good as I wanted it too. . .oh well, I'm sure number 3 will be better! Review!!!!!