Hermione opened her eyes. Four large blurry things surrounded her.
She blinked and the blurs became heads. Four very close heads. She squeaked and shut her eyes again.
"Nice job you tosser" "Oh please, if you hadn't shoved your ugly face so close-"
There was something oddly familiar about the voices.
As the argument continued around her, Hermione risked opening her eyes.
And was shocked to see her best friend engaged in a wrestling match with a stranger at the foot of her bed.
"Harry?" Both boys stopped.
"What'd she say?" The taller grappled the smaller into a headlock. "I dunno, called you Harry I think."
The shorter boy retaliated with several swift kicks to the shin. "Oh. Who's Harry?"
They shifted so that they faced Hermione, both grinning. "How the hell should I know?"
Hermione froze, the blood draining from her face. Something was very very wrong.
The boy she mistaken for her friend detached himself from his dark haired friend.
"Hey, are you okay? You don't look so good."
The other boy leaned back against a bed, "Yeah no kidding you prat, she was just attacked by a-" But he was interrupted by a woman's voice.
"Out of the way please Mr. Potter, you too Mr. Pettigrew."
A small round boy that Hermione hadn't noticed scuttled out of the way of the white clad figure of Madam Pomfrey.
A much, much, younger Madam Pomfrey.
Hermione lay back on her pillows and tried very hard not to come to the conclusion that had been nagging at her since she had seen the unknown Potter's eyes.
It was impossible of course. There were no documented cases of time travel past a few days.
And those had all resulted in severe damage. Many people had gone crazy. One man had been turned completely inside out.
But the evidence was now piled against her. There was no way around it.
Mr. Potter must be James Potter. The pudgy boy beside him, Peter Pettigrew.
The lanky smirking youth who lounged against the opposite bed was Sirius.
Which meant the sandy haired boy who had yet to move from her side could only be Remus Lupin.
It took her a moment to realize that Madam Pomfrey was speaking.
"All of you out! Now that she's awake I will be conducting a more in depth examination.
No I don't want to hear a word Mr. Black. Out. Now!"
The matron turned around. "Now then my dear, my name is Poppy Pomfrey. I'm the healer at this school. Would you mind telling me your name?"
Hermione grimaced. This was going to take some explaining.
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~ Wintermist
