A/N: The Sixth book has never happened, so whatever happened in that book doesn't affect this story. Okay, so you won't get confused: there will be different povs throughout the story. You know when they are, because the other character will refer Hermione as 'Pertida'. AND, a little fun fact: Pertida's name is pronounced as: Per-tye-da.

Also: lets thank my older sister, as she's the one who corrects my mistakes on this story!

Chapter Two

Sandie Cross and Lily Evans, the leaders of We Hate The Marauders Association (more commonly known as WMA) sat in the library, their elbows propped on the table.

Books splayed everywhere; they'd been concentrating so hard on trying to find a decent spell to use on the Marauders; they'd forgotten to put all the books back.

Sandie, who unlike Lily was very impatient, slammed My Best Book Of Spells on the table, and received a reproachful look from Lily, and an icy glare from the librarian, Madame Jedson.

"Why hasn't anyone turned up?" she shot out, her usual happy blue eyes holding an angry light.

"Well, someone did," Lily, pointed out, "you know at the first meeting last week, to celebrate starting a new year at Hogwarts?"

They held meetings every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, always straight after the last period. Sandie and Lily, who never got over the fact that James Potter had so successively played a prank on them when they first went to Hogwarts, were still plotting their revenge.

"Only one, who confused the 'hate' bit with 'love'," Sandie retorted. Lily didn't have a comeback, and Sandie smirked.

"Fine!" exploded the Head Girl, "how else are we going to get Potter back?"

"Perhaps…perhaps…" Sandie's eyes brightened, and Lily wanted to take her question back. But it was too late.

"You know that new girl…Perdita or whatever her name is…something weird…perhaps, well, we could make Potter fall in love with her, then she dumps him and goes out with Sirius…"

"That'll make Potter go off me," said Lily, as her voice rose excitedly. For the last two or three years, Potter had kept on bugging Lily to go out with him. But Lily, who hated Potter when he was arrogant got too cocky, rejected him. Lily didn't want to be treated as a trophy.

Sandie got up. "She's in Gryffindor- she's in the same room as me. I'll talk to her."

000

I should've been more prepared, thought Hermione. She was shaking; her face ghost white.

I forgot Pettigrew was here, still friends with the Marauders.

Why did she feel like crying? Why had her heart gone so hard and cold?

But maybe…maybe I could change him…

Dumbledore already gave her permission to kill Voldemort. So why couldn't she change Peter, too? Dumbledore even confessed to her it was good to change time if it meant the world wasn't sucked into darkness.

Hermione looked at her hands, and she gave a loud sob. She already missed home. And Ron. Especially Ron.

"Uh…hi."

She hadn't noticed the door opening. A girl with short, chestnut hair came in. She sat on the end of Hermione's bed.

"I'm Sandie Cross. One of your roommates. Perdita, isn't it?"

Hermione shook her head, hastily rubbing away the tears. "No, it's Pertida. I'm Pertida Hart."

"So…Pertida, how comes you've become so…friendly with the Marauders?"

Hermione looked at her incredulously. She knew whatever Sandie was leading to, she wouldn't like it.

"What is it that you want?" said Hermione, bluntly. She couldn't be bothered to ask why Sandie thought of her as 'friends' with the Marauders. She'd hardly spoken to them, and Sirius was just her guide!

"Well," she started off, her eyes widening with appeal, "we want you to make…James Potter like you. Maybe even love you. Then you dump him and go for Sirius."

Hermione found herself trembling with rage. How could she…she do that to Harry? And James? And Lily?

"Who's 'we'?" she breathed, dangerously. Sandie jumped off from the bed, as if it burnt her. Her eyes darted everywhere, avoiding Hermione's.

"Lily Evans and I," Sandie admitted, and her reply was a hiss.

"You two are so…so insensitive! Get out, out, out!"

000

They had heard of Pertida's flip when Sandie went to see her. James and Sirius, who were talking quietly to themselves as they headed down the Charms corridor, were followed by Pertida and Remus.

Peter, who was still scared by Pertida's reaction to him earlier in the afternoon, refused to go with them to have dinner.

"I don't know what her problem is with Peter," James whispered, to Sirius.

"Perhaps Peter reminded Pertida of someone she hated in Durmstrang," suggested Sirius, in a low voice.

Before James could reply, they were interrupted: "ah, isn't it Potty and Black?"

They halted, as they spotted Severus Snape facing them, wearing a smug face. "Snivellus," snarled Sirius, holding out his wand, "what a pleasant surprise."

James smirked. "More like a slimy surprise."

000

Hermione stared at the three in shock. She didn't want them to start jinxing each other. Even if it was Snape.

What happened next was a blur. All she could make out was that Snape was drenched in a slimy liquid.

When she gained up her courage, she shouted, "Leave him alone!"

Snape, Sirius and James glared at her. "This is none of your business, Hart!" shouted James.

"Yes it is," Hermione, yelled back, tears in her eyes. She didn't want James to stay like this the rest of his life. She didn't want Harry to be disappointed.

"Well, look at your face, then," James shouted, "he cursed you, he did!"

In horror, Hermione fingered her hair. The pride she took when it went straight was too hard to re-act. It was bushy again.

Her hand jumped to her ears, and she felt them. They were long and pointed. She looked down, and gasped. Her nose was a lot longer, and a lot bigger.

"Oh…my…God…"

"I think we need to take you to the Hospital Wing," said Sirius, grimly.

000

The next day it was all over the school that Severus Snape cursed the new girl. Students, who hadn't seen Hermione, all crowded over the Hospital Wing hoping they'd be able to see her.

But they didn't, as an angry Madame Pomfrey shooed them out.

Sirius and James accompanied Hermione; and they felt guilty, because they both knew it was their fault that Hermione got cursed.

"What a lousy guide I am," said Sirius, glaring ahead of him. Hermione smiled up at him, though it looked strained. She was in a white Hospital bed, and already she was asking when she could leave.

"You're a good guide, Sirius."

Sirius gave her a look full of disbelief. "Yeah, right. When you guided people around, did they get cursed? No," Sirius answered the question for her, "they didn't."

"Snivellus is a one-off, Sirius. It was obvious he'd attack friends of ours," James stated.

For a moment, Hermione felt happy that James called her: 'a friend'. Then the happiness died away.

"It's 'Severus' or 'Snape', James, not 'Snivellus'."

James gazed at her, frowning. "How did you know his name?"

Flustered that he had caught her out, and also aware of Sirius' frown, Hermione stammered; "D-Dumbledore s-showed me a picture of h-him. He said t-that if I ever need h-help on Potions, I s-should go to Severus Snape."

James and Sirius accepted the poor explanation, visibly relaxing.

Hermione leant back on her bed and closed her eyes. How many more mistakes could she afford?

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