Title: Time Warped

Author: Aerohead

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Website: In my profile

Pairing: Possible Hermione/Ron, Fiyero/Elphaba, Fiyero/Glinda

Rating: "T"

Disclaimer/Dedication: JK Rowling and Gregory Maguire have created a wonderful universe which I am now destroying.

Warning: If you want to keep your brain cells, I suggest skimming this and hoping you don't lose a lot. Also, there may be some spoilers for Broadway fans, though I'm not too sure.

Genre: Humor, Action/Adventure

Summary: Hermione gets distracted while trying to learn how to apparate, and sends Ron, Harry, and herself not only into another world, but another time period. Can two young sorceresses help her to get home before the spell cannot be reversed?

Author's Notes: Ah, so, how has the world been treating you, everyone? It's been alright for me, except my bloody manuscript won't write itself, and now I can't focus on the rough draft anymore, as ideas for this story keep crawling into my mind and saying "Rachel – write more of Time Warped." And the sad thing is that I listen to the voices in my head. Ah well. Sorry this chapter is so crap; I really just wrote for the sake of writing, not for the sake of plot. It should take place during and after "I'm Not That Girl".

Chapter 11: Found Out

Hermione looked around the room when she realized it was much too quiet. She looked over at Galinda's bed, before tiptoeing over to it. "Galinda?" she asked. She touched the bed; there was no one there.

She let out a thankful sigh, then turned to the lights and turned them on. She took off her dirty dress. Looking over the selection Madame Morrible had given her, and picked up a rather simple faded-red skirt and a white top. After putting them on and putting away her dirty clothing, she looked around the room, trying to find something that would help her get home.

When nothing immediately ran out at her, jumped up and down yelling 'I can help you get back home', Hermione groaned and rubbed the back of her neck. She eyed one of Elphaba's books, but decided against using them. Thinking of something, Hermione walked over to her school robes and pulled her wand out of the neatly folded fabric. Licking her lips, she went through the motions of a spell, remembering the three D's and praying it would work. "Appareo Pridem!"

Nothing happened.

She figured it wouldn't work, but she had to try. She bit her lip as she thought of something else to do. "Accio Guide to All Accounts of Apparation!" She waited a moment, but still, nothing happened.

She frowned in confusion. Hadn't she produced a spell the night they had gone to the OZdust? Or had that just been a fluke? She turned to one of the lamps. "Nox!" she said. It went out with an odd sort of squeak. Hermione smiled to herself, before waving her wand again. "Lumos!"

That time, she had heard an audible gasp. Hermione turned. Nessarose sat with her hand on the door. Her pale face was screwed up into a state of shock. Hermione's heart sped up and her breathing became uneven as she realized she could very well have ruined everything.

She tried to remain calm, however. "Miss Nessarose, I didn't hear you come in." she said.

Nessarose blinked, before moving herself closer to Hermione. "How did you do that?" she asked. Hermione noticed that, although she was surprised, she sounded more intrigued than critical.

"Do what?" Hermione asked evenly, trying to slip her wand somewhere Nessarose couldn't see. The other girl caught the motion, however, and grabbed Hermione's hand.

"You did it…with a piece of wood – I saw the light go off and on." She said, looking up at Hermione accusingly. "You're a sorceress? Like Elphaba and Galinda?"

"Galinda's really a sorceress?" Hermione asked, perplexed. The blonde was not terribly good at spell casting.

Nessarose nodded. "Well, they're both sorceresses-in-training. Are you as well?" She looked almost alarmingly curious now.

Hermione blinked and looked down at Nessarose curiously. "You mean, you're not a witch – err, sorceress?" she asked.

Nessarose laughed slightly. "I'm to be the Governor of Munchkinland; you can't expect someone who will hold that title to dabble in something as…foolish as sorcery." By the look on Nessarose's face, Hermione wasn't sure if she believed her, but she let it slide.

She moved towards the door and hand one hand on the handle. "Look, I really must be going, I need to meet Ron and -"

The door was pulled out of her grasp, and she toppled into Fiyero. The young prince looked confused for a moment, before helping her up. Galinda peeked out from behind him. "Nessa?" She asked, going into the room and looking at Nessarose. "Why are you here?" she smiled pleasantly.

Nessarose wheeled herself around slightly so that she could face all three of them. "I was looking for Elphaba."

Fiyero ran a hand through his hair. "I thought I saw her outside."

Galinda laughed. "Outside? But dearest, it's raining out there."

Hermione looked out the window. "No, it's not." She said. Galinda blinked.

"Oh…well, it was."

"Fascinating…" Hermione said.

Galinda pointed to the wand still in Hermione's hand. "What's that?"

"She can cast spells with it." Nessarose said.

"Really?" asked Fiyero, seeming impressed.

Galinda prodded her. "Are you a sorceress?"

Hermione shook her head. "No, I'm a witch…well, I will be, legally, in a few months time. At the moment I'm a student at Hog – look, I really must be going!" she said.

At that moment, Elphaba walked in, impeding Hermione's flight. The green girl raised an eyebrow as she closed a black umbrella and pushed something farther inside her school coat. "What's going on in here?" she asked.

"Hermione's a witch!" Galinda said gleefully.

"A witch?" asked Elphaba, "I've never heard of a witch before."

"Really?" Hermione said, surprised.

"It's apparently like a sorceress." said Nessarose, barely covering her excitement with cool disinterest.

Elphaba looked at Hermione. "So, you got here by magic? Like the Wizard?"

"Yes…well, no, you see we got here by a spell gone awry, while the Wizard…"

"The Wizard what?" asked Boq as he entered the room.

"Really, doesn't anyone knock here?" Hermione asked, getting impatient.

Boq looked abashed. "I was looking for Miss Nessarose, and Madame said she was up here with her sister." He looked around the room half-heartedly, before he spotted the wheelchair in the small cluster of people. "Miss Nessarose? We were…going out today?"

Nessarose looked slightly annoyed. "Oh, yes Boq, but not today."

"Really?" he sounded hopeful. "Why not?"

"Why, Miss Hermione's a sorceress of some kind!"

"A 'witch', she says." Said Fiyero, amused.

"A witch?" asked Boq, staring at Hermione.

"Yes, a very late witch who needs to get to the library to discuss how to get back home with her friends. Now, if you'll excuse me…" she tried to get out of the room, half-expecting the Madame Head to show up the moment she turned around. However, it was Galinda who stopped her.

"Well, why don't Elphie and I help you?" she asked.

"You really don't have to do that." Hermione said.

Galinda beamed. "No, no; I insist, don't you, Elphie? Why, with two sorceresses and a witch, who knows what we can do?"

Elphaba nodded. "You'll need all the help to get home, and I can get some of the books from Madame's classroom."

Nessarose pulled herself closer to Hermione. "I could get books for you out of Madame's private room, where I'm staying; I may not be a sorceress, but I can still help."

Fiyero smirked. "Boq and I could do some research at the boys' library with your friends, couldn't we?"

"We could?" Boq asked. He smiled hesitantly. "I mean yes, we could."

Galinda smiled. "Then it's settled; let's go…oh, where are you going?"

Hermione groaned. "The library."

"Perfect!"

And so Hermione, followed closely by Nessarose, Boq, Galinda, Fiyero, and Elphaba, walked into the library five minutes late with Hermione trying to avoid Harry's curious look and Ron's shameless surprise.