Hermione woke up screaming again. It's has been more than a month she started her first year for the second again and every mornings it was the same. She would wake sweating and screaming because of the awful nightmares, memories, she was revving every night.
Her dorm mates were all asking question about her sleeping habits and life, trying maybe to help her, but Hermione always brushed them off with a little " it's ok, I'm fine."

She didn't escape the rule this morning too. It was the Malfoy manor incident this time, a classic.
With little appetite Hermione made her way to the Great Hall. Like a clock she saw in the corner of her eyes her new shadow appear. George Weasley. She swear that this time, George was become an hindrance.
Since this night in the tower, he set is mind on trying to discover what Hermione was hiding and since was stealthily, or not, trying to follow her and learned her secret.

"George, I know you're there." She said for what feels like the umptieth time this week.
"Of course you would know." He said to her. It was becoming a routine between them.
"Fred isn't with you this time? Did you loose him? Or did he just being himself and try to grab some more sleep unlike you?" She flatly said, like the question has been ask so many time before.
George snort "Sleep of course."
On this note, they made their way to the Gryffindor table. "bacon?" George asked follow by a "no thank you, but a tea would be great" from Hermione.
If you didn't know George was just being some creepy stalker, you could have assume they were some old couple ingrain in some old routine.
"Here you tea." Was being said at the same time Hermione gave him his plate full off eggs and greasy pork and said "Here your cholesterol".

"So, still not spilling your dirty secret today either?" He asked her as he began to eat.
"Not in your dream Weasley."
"Funny, in my dream you are way more compliant you know." George told her.
"Funny, in my dream you usually stop stalking me all the day you know. But I don't see that coming for another ten year." She answered him.

After an hour or so, Fred made his apparition at the table. Not the least surprised to see his brother next to this little first year. "Really Georgie, again? Let this poor chick live a little. Pass me some tea please."
"Oh, hi Freddie. Not a chance, she is too weird to be left alone."
"If you say so."
Fred didn't really mind the company, this girl was weird right, but a good kind of weird. Sure she had done some really strange things, but maybe she was just that good. Whatever, when George was in a phase, you just have to wait 'till it pass.
Plus, she was kind of funny. Sure, if you look at her and her habit to stay closed in the library, you can't saw this side of her, but George was so glued to the girl you can't miss out this part of her. The funny and sneaky little girl wo take some great pleasure playing with you mind.
She was a bit of a mystery but that was fun.

The rest of the breakfast was animated with jokes from the twin and their friend while Hermione carefully finish her plate.
She leaved her seat to go for her Charm class, biding her goodbye to her… Friends? Maybe she could call them that, beside that was better than calling them creepy stalkers.
She sat in her seat and wait for the class to begin.
Today, it was Halloween. This was the night when Harry and Ron saved her from a Troll.
Should she go in the bathroom again or should she try to prevent the event from happening?
That was the start of her friendship with them, should she really try to bargain her friendship with them just to prevent the event?
No she would just go in this bathroom again, and deal with the Troll when he came in. Yes, that was it.

With that in mind, when Ron, on their way to their next lesson, made his comment on her behavior, she walked pass them and go hide in the bathroom like she did so many years ago.
But this time she wasn't alone. After Parvati left the loo, George made his entrance.
Of course George had to make his entrance.
"So little firstie, not feeling alright?" He said from the other side of the door.
"Go away George." Said snarled at him.
"Way to answer to someone who just want to be nice with you, you ungrateful brat."
"Way to cheer up someone you awful prick."
"Right, but now really what's the matter? You can't stay in there all the night you know?"

"Of course I can, I could stay there today I want it, just a question of determination. But I'm sure you are also determined to make me get out of there right?" She deadpanned.
"Of course I am." She could heard the grin in his voice and knew she would have to get out at some point, and if she didn't want him to see her take a Troll down, she would have to do it quickly.

"What's this stench? That's awful, even dung bomb aren't that awful." And it was to late.
Without thinking, Hermione open the cabinet door and urged George inside by grabbing his arms quite strongly for a little girl.

"You could I have demonstrate your love other way than bringing me in a girl toilet you know?"
"Shut up George. It's a Troll. Just shut up for now."
"How'd you…"
"Shut the Hell up George."
Her tone was without appeal, and George complied, wondering how the hell she could know, and how, a Troll was there in the school.
He thought he heard her murmuring "they are coming… they are coming… won't be long…" but he didn't understand at all. Who was coming and how could she know someone was coming?

Hermione took George down without asking, surprising him " Damn woman, what are you.."
A crash was heard and the wall fall down on them. "now we have to crawl out of there before he hit us again." She said. And crawling they did, coming face to face with an ugly face, a terrible stench hitting their nose.
"Now we have to get under the sink, it's going to hit the other toilet." Hermione whispered to him.
"How'd you know that?"

"'Cause I know, hurry."
They move closer trying to fit under the tiny sink, Hermione wondering if Harry and Ron really were coming.
But as the time pass, she realized they weren't coming. She would have to act, quickly.
Without thinking much of what she was doing, Hermione tried to get up.
George saw that and caught her hand "what are you doing? Are insane?"
"Someone have to do something or we're going to die, let me go" She said hurriedly.
"And what exactly are you trying to do? You can't do anything against this one you know?"
"Of course I can!" she yanked her hand out of his and stood up.
She took her wand and screamed a Bewitched Sleep. The Troll froze up before falling on the ground.

"How the Hell did you do that?" practically screamed George as he stood up.
"Later, now we're going to have some problems"

As Hermione finished her sentences, three professor enter the room, looking bewildered at the
Troll on the ground.

"What on earth were you two thinking? A first and third year, trying to take down a fully grown mountain Troll? Do you have a death wish? It's a miracle you two are still alive!" McGonagall yelled at them. "I want an explanation!"
George was going to speak but Hermione did it before him "It was my fault professor. I'm sorry. I was so curious to know what a Troll would look like and I thought I could do something by myself. I was wrong. If George hadn't follow me here I might have been dead now."
The professors looked surprised she wasn't a girl who was normally seeking trouble. George even more, this little first year lying right in the professors faces like it was something casual.
"Right, I will take 15 point from your house for your totally absurd behavior miss Granger." Said McGonagall, Hermione faking a sad face trying to look really ashamed.

"And for your incredible luck, I will give you 20 point M Weasley. Now go to your dorm before I change my mind."

George was completely lost, how the Hell was he now a first year "savior"? Her lying skill was really great to fool Minnie. He was thinking more and more that this girl was really different, not in a bad way, but not on the good way either. It was really baffling.

He was took off guard when she caught her arm and lead him in an empty classroom, locking the door with a spell before turning in his direction.
"You will not speak about this to anyone. Do you understand me?" Her voice resonated in the empty classroom. George looked at her amused. Did this little girl really was trying to be intimidating? That was really funny.
"And if I don't? Are you going to make me disappear? Perhaps the O so scary little first year will kill me?" he laughed, really the situation was funny, and maybe his nerves were dropping too but he tried not to think about that part.
"I will not kill you, do you really think I'm some dark wizard or something? But I could obliviate you before you had the time to say quidditch you know." Her tone was neutral, but her face was so serious it could really scar(ed?) you.
"I really smell something fishy when it's come to you, you know. And how the hell did you perform this spell? It's one of the hardest! How do you even know about it? Aren't you a muggleborn?"
George was beginning to ramble, he was so confused by everything she did or say it was becoming a bit infuriating.
"I read a lot."
"I read a lot? I read a lot? It's all you have to say? Are you serious here woman? I don't effin believe you one second here! And how did you know it was a Troll without seeing it? How could you know we had to crouch down or crawl under the sink to avoid his blows? Are you a seer or what?!" George was beginning to draw near her, making her move backwards towards the wall.
She wasn't scared, not really, but George was beginning to make her uncomfortable.
"I can't tell you" her voice wavered, she was cornered she couldn't escape this one.
"You can't tell me? Really it's what you are going to say? Should I go tell what I know to the professor so you can't tell them either?" his voice was making her tremble.
Now That, did scare her.

"No! You can't tell them! Please… You can't…" she was going to cry, George could not tell them what he knew of tonight. There would be questions, lot of questions. They would probe at her memory in some way and they would know.

"I…"
"Ah, so now you are going to cry? Maybe you really have something bad to hide…"
"Shut up George!" She should have obliviated him, it wasn't really ethical, but she should have.
"Just shut up! I don't even know myself how I am here ok? I woke up on the 1st September morning, it was 1991 and I was just there ok? One moment it was 1998 and hen it was 1991.
I don't fucking know what happened, but here I am. Now are you happy?"

She pushed him really hard, so hard he practically fall on the floor catching up his balance at the last minute.
She walked past him, wasn't that running? And get out of the place so fast he didn't even have the time to call her back.
Had he heard right? Did she just really said 1998? What the…
George just stared at the door like a loon for several minutes before standing up and go after her.

Hermione ran so fast, she want to be alone. She had spilled it all, it was ruined. It will spread and all the professor would know. She would become an object you use for your interest and throw out.
She hide in the Come and go room all the night.

Maybe George would not believe her. Maybe it was all right. Maybe she could just sleep and it will pass.

Or maybe not.