Rewind
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Solve the rubix cube no one over eighteen
Harry glanced at his hands as he got up from bed. His head immediately was nestled into them as he heard the other boys in the dorm get up. The first time he welcomed it- and found that time did not like being messed with. He didn't make it past first year.
He had lost count of how many times he 'restarted' to this morning in his first year. He had lived to his eighties once. He sighed changed into his robes with the other children. Dean went first and Ron and Harry walked after him as they went to the washroom. After they all got ready they went to the great hall.
Harry glanced at Hermione as Ron went towards his brothers he went to Hermione. She stared at him like he was an alien and he just smiled and asked if he could sit. She nodded like he was going to attack her and she seemed perturbed as he just ate breakfast normally. He tried to talk to her but she just gave one word answers to every question.
"Why are you eating with me?" Hermione finally burst out after she finished eating.
"You looked lonely. I figured you could use the company. Do you want me to eat with Ron from now on?" Harry asked.
Hermione paused and shook her head, "Actually, it was nice to eat with someone. I'm going to the library to study, want to join me?"
Harry glanced at Ron who was busy with his brothers and grinned nodding before telling Ron that he was going to study with Hermione. Ron looked at him like he grew a second head but said nothing as Harry walked away. They walked to the common room and bags ready they went to the library.
The day passed in a pleasant silence as he got 'books to read' for homework. It was honestly his fault for being so distracted that when Hermione asked about animagus theory that he answered with what book and the main theory. She flipped through her book and asked about a spell they hadn't studied yet and the motion and he answered correctly. Frowning she asked she could borrow a book from a second year and he still knew the answer to every question she shot him. This continued as she got a seventh year book on transfiguration.
By the time Harry was done with his homework Hermione was staring at him like he was a particularly interesting puzzle. She hadn't done her homework- it was off to the side. He was confused and she demanded how he knew the name of her parents, her middle name, and theory well beyond first year.
Harry mentally sighed- the last he could explain away somewhat. The first two were the names she usually had. He did this occasionally and so he did the only thing reasonable. He gathered his stuff and ran because she wasn't going to believe the truth.