Let The Confusion Begin!

Hermione allowed herself a solemn pat on the back before getting down to business.

"I'M HEAD GIRL!" She squealed, hugging Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Fred and George, Fleur, Bill, and Mr. Weasley.

She was happy, ecstatic, and most importantly, Head Girl!

If you're confused, let me explain.

It's 7th year ((directly after the 6th book)) and Harry's left school. Ginny is in 6th year, and Ron and Hermione haven't officially left school. So, Hermione's head girl.

Fast forward a few weeks: It's the second day of term, and Hermione is walking with Ginny.

"Ginny, check out my new Time Turner!" Hermione said, pulling out the small hourglass respectively.

"Very bubbly." Ginny said, pulling out her new vocabulary after reading some new muggle books. Bubbly was annoying, but not the worst that Ginny's said.

"Yeah, and it's totally useful for all my NEWT subjects." Hermione let Ginny hold it, and then, turning the corner, the both of them ran smack into Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle.

Ginny dropping the Time Turner, and Hermione grabbed the chain, along with Ginny.

But it still crashed into the floor, the bottom end breaking into a thousand tiny pieces, scattering over half the sand.

Hermione felt the familiar lurch and whir of being sent through time, and she clenched her teeth, fearing the worst.

When she opened her eyes, her head spinning, she saw amazingly that they were in the same exact place, hopefully the same time.

But it was only Ginny and herself, no Malfoy, or his goons. Shouldn't they be there, complaining about getting Mudblood filth on themselves?

Or maybe not.

Hermione stood, still a little woozy, and helped Ginny up. She heard voices, and Ginny dragged herself and Hermione into a tiny alcove hidden behind a tapestry.

"Bloody hell, what is your problem?" A familiar voice said, obviously talking to someone, or several some ones.

"What's yours, Potter?" a girl's voice said, angrily. Hermione glanced at Ginny, her eyes saying, 'Harry?'

Hermione looked out from the alcove, but withdrew her head almost immediately, having seen nothing.

"Nothing, my flower, is my problem, because despite everything wrong with me in your eyes, you're the only one who seems to notice."

'Flower?' Ginny thought, wondering who in hell Harry was talking to.

Hermione bit her lip, afraid of who was using Harry's name, and had taken his voice, because it obviously wasn't Harry.

"Potter! Just leave me alone!" The girl's voice was shrill with anger and frustration, but Hermione could tell it was a beautiful voice, one accustomed to singing or articulate speaking.

"I won't, Lily. Because there is obviously something bothering you, and I aim to find it."

Ginny's eyes went wide. 'Lily?' Hermione decided now would be a good time, so she stepped out from the alcove, and cheerily said, "Hello."

"Who are you?" asked a red-haired girl, standing almost nose to nose (in anger) with the man who was obviously James Potter.

"We're… the new exchange students." Hermione said nervously. Ginny nodded enthusiastically.

"Are you related?" asked Lily, her interest in James leaving all together and her focus on Ginny and Hermione now.

"Um. Yeah. Step sisters from Beauxbatons." Ginny said, looking toward Hermione for approval.

Hermione nodded, grinning. "Nice to meet you, I'm Hermione and my step-sister's name is Ginny. We're the… Covington sisters." With that, Hermione gave a little cursty, trying to play up the fact that they were raised at Beaxbatons, a proper school for young ladies. And the fact that they were foreign, and didn't know that curtsying wasn't the norm here.

Lily smiled, and said, "I'm Lily Evans. And that's the Insufferable Prat, or, as his friends call him, James Potter."

Ginny sucked in a breath, but Hermione took it in stride.

"Hallo, James. Nice to meet you both."

Ginny smiled, and shook James and Lily's hands. She wasn't one to curtsy, ever.

"We'd best be off," Hermione said, "We just arrived about a half hour ago and need to be sorted. We got very, very lost on our way to the headmasters office, care to show us the way, Lily, James?"

"I'll go, but only if he stays away from me. As in, he doesn't go." Lily said, motioning down the hall.

Ginny and Hermione agreed, and they set off.

"What years are you in?" Lily said, smiling at the two.

"I'm in sixth." Ginny stated proudly, grinning.

"And I'm in seventh. We found that out this morning. We go by skill level, not age, at Beaxbatons."

"Interesting. What skill levels are there?"

"7 of them, we spend 7 years in school, same as you." Hermione was hoping to death Lily wouldn't ask any more about Beaxbatons, because Hermione had exhausted her knowledge on the French school.

"That neat." Lily said, and theys topped in front of the gargoyle that hid the entrance of the Headmaster's office.

"Here we are." Lily said, and continued, "Hope to see you girls later. Have fun!" and with that, Lily left.

Ginny and Hermione swallowed in unison.

Time to face the Headmaster, except now, they were in trouble.