The first thing, Hermione thought, Is to get a hold of the Wolfsbane
potion. Well, at least how to make it. And, the major problem with that
is...the Library wouldn't have it. Not even in the restricted section,
because according to what Harry told us, it's a new discovery.
She was sitting in Professor Bins' class, taking notes without thinking about them and trying to figure out what to do about her 'problem'. All she knew was that the Time Turner would help her. She wouldn't be going back in time to try and stop herself, of course not, because that had not happened, and she would have seen herself if it did. No, she was going to go back in time and back in time and reuse every minute of everyday until she had successfully found the Wolfsbane potion, and hopefully until she made it.
She had been surprised at her reception when she entered Lupin's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It had been utterly...indifferent. Well, it wasn't as though he completely ignored her, but he did act as though he had no inkling of what had happened last night. But then, perhaps he didn't. Perhaps he did not remember anything that took place during his transformations. Or perhaps he did not care.
She had not done quite as well today as she normally did, and her Professor had turned those sad, empathetic eyes on her and asked if there was anything wrong. Most of the class had left the room by that time and Hermione looked at her Professor in disbelief.
"Yes professor, yes, there most certainly is something wrong...!" she raged quietly at him. How could he not know? But he looked so pained, so inviting for her to tell him more...tears welled in her eyes and she charged away, feeling lonely and misunderstood.
The strangest part of her day, though, was Potions. When she walked into the room, Snape's enourmous nose sniffed as if on its own accord and his features took on a grimace of displeasure. It wasn't his normal look of disgust, the one he gave Harry or most of the mudbloods (he hadn't given it to Hermione for a long time, she believed he had come to respect her), no, this was a look of utter hatred mixed with a pinch of prejudice and a dash of fear. His shiny black eyes fixed on her and Hermione was paralyzed with the thought that he knew. Hermione scuffled to her seat and subconsciously rubbed her arm, which she had bandaged that morning.
That was another problem, what to do about her injury. She couldn't go to Madame Pomfry, because than the whole staff would know and Hermione didn't think she could handle Professor Flitwick's sympathy or Snape's extra scorn. And what about her friends? She was pretty sure they wouldn't abandon her, but what would they do? They would want to comfort her, especially during the somewhat painful (at least that's what she had read) transformations, but she could hurt them. She could turn them into werewolves, too. And that would not be good, especially for Harry. Could you imagine? All You-Know-Who would have to do to conquer the wizarding world would be to wait until the full moon and attack while Harry was out of commission. No, Hermione couldn't tell them, she couldn't tell anyone.
She would, however, need to find a recipe for that potion. It wouldn't be in the Daily Prophet, it didn't print that sort of thing, she would need to find some sort of potions magazine, which meant she would need to snoop around Snape's desk.
She waited until dinner was almost over, informed Harry and Ron she was going to the bathroom, and dashed out Great Hall. Once there, she pressed her back against the wall and turned the Time turner a few times. She was rushed backwards through the whirling colours of spacetime until she appeared outside the Hall again a little after dinner had started. Hermione ran to the Potions class room and started rifling through Snape's desk. There. There it was. The copy of Ars Potiana which had the Wolfsbane potion in it. She had seen it before, while flipping through magazines during Divination (she would never do that in a real class, but Divination hardly counted). Grabbing a scrap of paper, she took a quill from Snape's desk and scrambled to copy it down. Voices in the hall, only a few, so it was probably just a few students leaving dinner early. She heard shuffling behind her. Snape's office. Oh, no. He must have another way in. The handle of the inner door was turning. Hermione threw the desk back together, knowing it looked nothing like it should have and dashed out the door.
A/N: Thank you for all though few of your lovely reviews. I apologize for the short chapters, they will get longer once I have time to think about them, but I wanted to get this one out before I lost any of my reviewers ;-). Anyway, I know this chapter isn't half as well written as the first, but I'll fix it up when I get a chance. Please review! Zvez
She was sitting in Professor Bins' class, taking notes without thinking about them and trying to figure out what to do about her 'problem'. All she knew was that the Time Turner would help her. She wouldn't be going back in time to try and stop herself, of course not, because that had not happened, and she would have seen herself if it did. No, she was going to go back in time and back in time and reuse every minute of everyday until she had successfully found the Wolfsbane potion, and hopefully until she made it.
She had been surprised at her reception when she entered Lupin's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It had been utterly...indifferent. Well, it wasn't as though he completely ignored her, but he did act as though he had no inkling of what had happened last night. But then, perhaps he didn't. Perhaps he did not remember anything that took place during his transformations. Or perhaps he did not care.
She had not done quite as well today as she normally did, and her Professor had turned those sad, empathetic eyes on her and asked if there was anything wrong. Most of the class had left the room by that time and Hermione looked at her Professor in disbelief.
"Yes professor, yes, there most certainly is something wrong...!" she raged quietly at him. How could he not know? But he looked so pained, so inviting for her to tell him more...tears welled in her eyes and she charged away, feeling lonely and misunderstood.
The strangest part of her day, though, was Potions. When she walked into the room, Snape's enourmous nose sniffed as if on its own accord and his features took on a grimace of displeasure. It wasn't his normal look of disgust, the one he gave Harry or most of the mudbloods (he hadn't given it to Hermione for a long time, she believed he had come to respect her), no, this was a look of utter hatred mixed with a pinch of prejudice and a dash of fear. His shiny black eyes fixed on her and Hermione was paralyzed with the thought that he knew. Hermione scuffled to her seat and subconsciously rubbed her arm, which she had bandaged that morning.
That was another problem, what to do about her injury. She couldn't go to Madame Pomfry, because than the whole staff would know and Hermione didn't think she could handle Professor Flitwick's sympathy or Snape's extra scorn. And what about her friends? She was pretty sure they wouldn't abandon her, but what would they do? They would want to comfort her, especially during the somewhat painful (at least that's what she had read) transformations, but she could hurt them. She could turn them into werewolves, too. And that would not be good, especially for Harry. Could you imagine? All You-Know-Who would have to do to conquer the wizarding world would be to wait until the full moon and attack while Harry was out of commission. No, Hermione couldn't tell them, she couldn't tell anyone.
She would, however, need to find a recipe for that potion. It wouldn't be in the Daily Prophet, it didn't print that sort of thing, she would need to find some sort of potions magazine, which meant she would need to snoop around Snape's desk.
She waited until dinner was almost over, informed Harry and Ron she was going to the bathroom, and dashed out Great Hall. Once there, she pressed her back against the wall and turned the Time turner a few times. She was rushed backwards through the whirling colours of spacetime until she appeared outside the Hall again a little after dinner had started. Hermione ran to the Potions class room and started rifling through Snape's desk. There. There it was. The copy of Ars Potiana which had the Wolfsbane potion in it. She had seen it before, while flipping through magazines during Divination (she would never do that in a real class, but Divination hardly counted). Grabbing a scrap of paper, she took a quill from Snape's desk and scrambled to copy it down. Voices in the hall, only a few, so it was probably just a few students leaving dinner early. She heard shuffling behind her. Snape's office. Oh, no. He must have another way in. The handle of the inner door was turning. Hermione threw the desk back together, knowing it looked nothing like it should have and dashed out the door.
A/N: Thank you for all though few of your lovely reviews. I apologize for the short chapters, they will get longer once I have time to think about them, but I wanted to get this one out before I lost any of my reviewers ;-). Anyway, I know this chapter isn't half as well written as the first, but I'll fix it up when I get a chance. Please review! Zvez