So I know it has been a long time since I last posted anything, and I know this is an awful short chapter. Sorry. The reason is that I have had some severe writer-block, and a generally busy life lately, so writing has not been a great priority unfortunatly. As always sorry for the typos, not first language and not-working grammar control, my bad exscuses for you.
Enjoy!
Hermione woke up early September second despite of the late night before. She got herself quietly out of bed, grabbed her robes and a clean towel and went to the bathroom. She examined herself in the mirror with some shock, she was still not used to see herself so young and with scar clean smooth skin, but the real difference was her hair. Over the years, the bushiness of her hair had tamed down, but at fifteen it was a proper bird-nest in the morning.
I must do something about this she thought to herself as entered the shower. After a long quiet shower, she felt much better about herself and ready for the day. In the commonroom she was first met by a hasty Seamus, before Harry and Ron entered the common room. Harry looked angry she noted, and remembered that Seamus had not believed Harry in the beginning. She usually liked that boy, but she knew he would come around eventually she thought with a sigh.
"what is up with your hair!?" Ron asked tackles as always, looking at her like she'd grown a second head. She gave him a dirty look, no need to be rude.
"I'm just trying something new" she mumbled, not meeting his gaze. It wasn't that much of a change anyways she thought with a shrug, the only difference was letting her hair airdry, and for the love of god, never putting a comb into it dry, ever again. She could not wait for the cream Ginny introduced her to five years from now would come by owl post.
Harry only shrugged, "looks nice" he said with a small smile.
As they went towards the portraithole, she noticed something on the wall; Fred and George's poster about try-outs for skivingsnacks were blocking everything else.
"The nerve of those to, this takes the cake!" she exclaimed, getting angrier by the second. She knew this would happen, and she really did support their goal of having a joke shop, having seen their brilliant magic and how well it would go. But she knew first-hand how wrong it could get with their products - there was no way in hell they were trying it out on innocent first years.
"Ron, we have to talk to them, this can't go on," she said, giving him a determined look. Ron did not look particular enthusiastic about it as he gave Harry a frightened glance and gazed at his feet.
"Why us? I don't see how that is necessary" he said, as she tore down the paper from the wall and showed it in the trashcan.
"Because we are prefects, and their products can be dangerous," she snapped at him, annoyed over the fact that he was afraid to stand up to his brothers.
Hermione looked down at the book she was supposed to read, 'this is absolute bullshit' she thought to herself, as she distant flipped the pages. She had figured out that the easiest way to get Harry out of detention was to not to question Umbridge in class. As she flipped the next page, she felt her anger for the repulsive witch blossom once again.
«Yes, miss, what is your question? » She heard Professor Umbridge say. Hermione snapped her head and eyes up and looked around the classroom, who had raised their hand? Her eyes fell on Hannah Abbot, whom looked a bit upset. «Miss Abbot, professor, I wondered what your goals are, are we not to preform practical defence against dark magic? » she said with an uncertain and determent voice.
Professor Umbrigde smiled her sugar sweet smile as she answered, making her look even more as a toad than she did before. «That is true, miss Abbot, I am here to make sure that all of you get a ministry approved education, and I am sure that if you study hard enough you will pass your OWLs outstanding». As the conversations around Hermione got heated and loud, she felt her blood turn cold and everything went into slow motion. She barely noticed that Harry now was standing, screaming to Umbridge that Lord Voldemort had returned. The slam of the door as Harry left the room snapped her out of the trance she'd been in.
Fred dead, Lupin dead, Tonks dead, Sirius dead, Lavender dead, Mad-Eye dead and so many more. A headache crept up her neck and nestled itself in the front of her head as the only thought she was able to think was "maybe it is impossible to change the past, maybe I have to relive my life only to watch people I love die".
That was it! Will try so update soon.