A Change of Peace

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The next day Hermione sat down in her usual seat in her Advanced charms class.

"Mudblood." Hermione rolled her eyes at Blaise Zabini as he sat down in the seat besides her. She felt a pang of annoyance at his intelligence; she only wished he wouldn't share her advanced classes.
"Nigger." Her eyes widened in shock at herself whilst Zabini's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Excuse me?" He asked. Hermione bit her lip slightly.
"Nothing, never mind." She hoped he would just drop it.
"What does that mean?" But before she could come up with something Professor Flitwick tapped his wand on his podium and called for attention.
"Today we'll be practicing the teleportation spell that we've been learning about. Does everyone remember the spell?" There was a murmured 'yes' around the class and only Hermione's high voice was clearly heard.
"Right, well just remember that you need to keep in your mind exactly where you want to go, it's a bit like apparition but obviously different. Now you'll be pairing up with the person sitting beside you." Hermione groaned inwardly as she and Blaise got up.
"Now, I'm going to give each pair a card and on the card is a picture and a name. I want you to picture the picture and name on the card very clearly in your mind before casting the spell." Flitwick hurriedly handed out the cards and a few moments later there were shouts as each group chanted the incantation.
Hermione and Blaise studied their card.
"Oh, it's the courtyard." Hermione noted. Blaise grunted.
"Obviously." Hermione rolled her eyes and readied her wand. Blaise glared at her.
"I think I'll handle this Granger." He said as he smoothly took out his wand and made a jerky movement before muttering 'Trasporto'. Hermione and Blaise both felt a slight pull at their naval and a kind of squeezing feeling like a mix between a portkey and apparation. And as soon as they arrived Hermione knew there was something wrong. Instead of landing on hard concrete, she was on her hands and knees on soft grass under the shelter of some trees.
"Where are we?" She asked but she got no answer. She looked over and to her shock saw that Blaise was laying on his back unconscious. She quickly crawled over to him and placed two fingers against his neck. Feeling a steady heartbeat she let out a breath.
"Blaise, wake up." She softly stroked his arm and shook him slightly. She saw his eyelids crinkle slightly as he slowly came to.
"Are you okay?" She asked as he opened her eyes and looked up at her.
"What happened? Where are we?" He asked staring around him.
"I don't know exactly, we just appeared here and I found you unconscious. You cast the spell; I was hoping you knew where we were." She told him. He sat up and Hermione instantly remembered her hand was still on his arm and she removed it.
"All I remember is – oh no." He quickly looked around.
"What is it?" Hermione asked puzzled. Blaise looked sheepish for a second.
"I may have been thinking of what you told me right before I cast the spell." Hermione's mouth dropped slightly.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" She asked. He looked sheepish again.
"Blaise Zabini you are an idiot. I cannot believe you have sent us to the 16th Century in America!" And then it dawned on her.
"Blaise, you're in a lot of trouble." She told him. Blaise scoffed at her.
"I can handle myself Granger." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Zabini you don't understand. It has nothing to do with what you can do. This is the 16th Century, black people are slaves and not to mention, depending on the year we could be facing the Salem Witch Trials." Blaise raised an eyebrow.
"Salem witch trials?" He asked. She nodded.
"It's a period in time where people were accused of witchcraft and trailed, sometimes ending in prison but usually ending in a hanging. And as you're black, it would more than likely end in a hanging." Hermione told him. Blaise stared at her.
"What are we going to do?" He asked. Hermione furrowed her eyebrows and started thinking.
"We should probably stay in the woods for awhile; we need to stay out of sight." She said. Blaise's face showed his disgust.
"I know this isn't your kind of cake but it isn't mine either, we have no other choice." Blaise sighed.
"Fine." The two of them stood up and walked further into the woods where they knew no one would see them.