Hermione Granger sat alone, in a Hogwarts Express compartment, surrounded by only books. They were her comfort, they were always there ready to be opened whenever she wanted, and she could always count on them to lift her spirits. Like a replacement for the best friends she never had.
Confused? Then maybe it would make more sense to start this story from the beginning, which is of course, seven years into the future…
As Hermione Granger was handed back her Ancient Runes exam, she couldn't help but feel a wave of satisfaction wash over her.
She scanned the page with her eager eyes, pleased with her neat handwriting, the fact that her parchment had not been torn or fiddled with like the others, and what she was most pleased about was that she had scored…
"An A?" she yelled, standing up out of her seat, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Yes, it was a passing grade, but she knew she could do much better than an acceptable. She had expected an O for heaven's sake!
For the rest of the class, she was so furious that she had nearly torn up the piece of parchment she had been taking notes on with the sharp tip of her quill.
She could barely concentrate too with her desire to stomp up to where Professor Vector sat and demand he hand over her real exam. For she couldn't have done this poorly when she had studied very, very hard for it.
But finally, after what seemed like hours and hours of waiting, Professor Vector dismissed the class and Hermione was free to speak to him.
"Professor?"
"Yes Miss Granger?"
"I think you've made a mistake on my exam,"
"I guarantee you that all the exams have been graded appropriately,"
"But I couldn't have gotten an acceptable! I've never gotten an acceptable!"
"This exam was hard, Miss Granger. You should be lucky that you passed unlike the majority of this class,"
"Could I retake it then?"
"I'm sorry, but these grades are final,"
"Please Professor!"
"Maybe next time."
And with that, Professor Vector swept out of the room quickly. Maybe to escape the anger he knew Hermione would express, or that he was very hungry.
Whatever the case, Hermione was still furious, and if it were physically possible, then you would probably even see smoke billowing from out of her ears.
"UGH!"
She slammed her hands down onto the wooden desk, causing it to make a creaking noise.
For once, Hermione was now thinking about bad things that could happen to a teacher, but she quickly erased the pleasing thought from her mind.
There was no time to have ill feelings towards your Ancient Runes teacher while time was racing past.
She'd have to use her time turner. Even though Professor McGonagall had given it to her on strict orders to only use it to make it on time to all her classes, this was an emergency.
When Professor McGonagall had given it to her, it had been only a few weeks ago.
She had told Hermione that this was a special time turner, one that she had had under lock and key until now. With the ministries supply gone, this was the only other way she would be able to attend classes without missing others in doing so.
Unlike the other time turners, this one had not as many complications.
You didn't have to make sure that you wouldn't run into your other self because with this one, it erased the present you in that time and replaced them with the you who had used the time turner.
(Confusing? Yeah… to make it simpler, it means there's only one you wherever you go when using the time turner.)
Another different thing about this time turner was that it wouldn't take more turns than the regular ones to get somewhere.
For instance, three turns would probably equal one hour.
Not all of the kinks had been worked out with this time turner, but how much harm could it really do?
Hermione pulled out the time turner from under her school robe and began to turn it several times…
She would stop it till around last weekend when she had studied for the exam. She could stay in for those two whole days and study. That would probably be enough for her to get an O. She even had an advantage… she could remember almost all the questions!
Maybe it was wrong and maybe she would get into loads of trouble for attempting to do this. But it was worth a shot. She was not planning on having an acceptable in her records.
Hopefully Professor McGonagall wouldn't find out about this either. It would be a horrible day when she gave Hermione Granger, top marks student, and the brightest witch of her age detention… or even worse than that.
However, unknown to Hermione was that she had been turning the time turner constantly while she had been thinking.
Looking down at the silver object, she found that it spinning so fast that it now looked like a silver blur.
Frightening thoughts came into her mind as she wondered how far it might possibly take her back in time.
Faster and faster it spun, so fast that it could probably fly if she had let it go.
And then Hermione found herself being pulled along with the time turner. She was whizzing past everything. So fast that after only a minute she felt like she would hurl right there.
But finally, the spinning ceased. And that is how Hermione found herself in a compartment, surrounded by many books.
"What the…" she looked around herself, rubbing her temples to try and stop the headache that had come over her.
Looking down at her feet, she found that nearly her whole body seemed somewhat smaller.
"Oh no…" she whispered, remembering why she had turned the time turner in the first place.
Bursting out of the compartment door, she sprinted down the corridor and pushed past the line of girls who had been waiting for the bathroom.
Ignoring the shouts of the girls she had cut in front of, she peered up into the mirror on tippy toes and found that she was indeed, younger.
Her nose looked smaller and stubby and she regretfully had that afro of hair.
"WAIT YOUR TURN!" came a yell from a fourth year outside who was pounding on the bathroom door.
"SHUT UP!" she yelled back. She was not in a good mood right now.
Storming out of the bathroom, she knocked over several Hufflepuffs and proceeded to the compartment in which she had spent her first ride on the train.
"Watch where you're going first year!"
"I told you to SHUT UP!"
Pulling the time turner from under her robes, she quickly began to turn it, hoping that it would indeed send her back to the beginning of her seventh year.
Finally, after countless numbers of turns, she began to feel the time turner pulling her along with it.
All her passing memories were a swift blur of colors. On and on it went until Hermione felt the wave of nausea wash over her again and she stumbled to the ground (which technically was passing by her with every second).
What seemed like hours later, Hermione found herself lying face down on a soft carpeted floor.
Looking up, she took in her surroundings slowly.
There was a large bed in front of her, a dresser to the left… and then she realized she was in her Head Girl dormitory.
She let out a relieved sigh and got up from the floor, scrambling over onto the bed for a long needed rest.
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She woke to the familiar sound of her alarm clock ringing in her ears.
She rolled out of bed, crossing the room and walking over towards the door to the bathroom.
Something was different though… something VERY different.
Hermione turned slowly, looking over her room…
She gasped.
"Oh god…"
Her whole room was covered in green and silver, from the bed sheets, to the curtains on the windows. EVERYTHING!
Looking down at her clothes, she gasped once more.
Her socks and gray over shirt had a green lining and the familiar Gryffindor crest on her robe was gone.
In it's place, was a picture of a snake.
Hermione Granger was a Slytherin…
I know I'm supposed to be working on putting up chapter seven for my other story Only Half Perfect, but this idea came to me and I thought, why not put up a new story too so there you go!