"Of course I remember the rules," she replied haughtily. "Do you honestly think I wouldn't remember? I didn't see your face before I saved you and we really had to get away from that man." She said more reasonable. This was all too much for her to take in.
"Harry?" Mione asked bewildered. Even though she no longer was with Ronald anymore, after what he pulled she hardly wanted to look at him, but she would never think to ever be with Harry. He was the brother she never had. "Of course we won-" Mione started to say, but stopped herself as Hermione continued. Something about this was off. Mione didn't remember a time when she was worried about keeping Harry safe. I mean she was always worried for him, but never really had the thought that she was his lifeline. Plus, really her and Harry? Never.
Hermione stood there taking in everything her younger self was going on about. When she took her to the Shrieking Shack, Hermione did indeed take a breath. Hermione snapped her eyes open at the mention of hers-their parents. She narrowed her eyes, 'dead?' they weren't dead she had left them in Australia not bothering to upset them anymore by giving them back their old memories; memories of her. She wasn't worth messing up their lives once more. "Our parents died?" Her heart dropped for the girl. Here she wouldn't revive her parents for their own benefit and now her younger self tells her that in this place, she has none. This was all so much to take in.
"Of course something is not adding up, this whole thing is not adding up. From the moment I met you something did seem rather odd. At least we still have the same thought process, thank Merlin. I daresay I would want to meet…a version of myself that wasn't as brilliant." Mione pondered as Hermione reasoned out what was happening.
She stood up and started pacing. Pacing it seemed, helped her to calm down and straighten things out. "Yes, yes you couldn't have been me when I was younger. Yet you are I. Maybe this is just another version of reality. A different universe as you put it. But why would the time turner send me here? I just can't seem to figure out that part. Maybe I could use the time turner to get back?" Mione closed her eyes as she quickly held the time turner out from her chest, she give it another gentle spin in the opposite direction and waited the familiar pull.
Mione opened her eyes to still find herself in the exact spot in the Shrieking Shack with her younger self-staring back at her. "Well I guess that didn't exactly work." She narrowed her eyes in thought, "Just how am I going to get back?" An idea struck her, "Perhaps the library has some information?" Mione's eyes widened, "Nobody can know I am here though, maybe Harry, but I don't think anyone else should really see me." Her eyes narrowed once more, "Maybe I could stay here, sort of like as a hideout place of sorts?"
"What do you make of all this?"
Hermione sat there silently trying to think for a second then looked out a nearby window with a small sigh. "Listen you are right about one thing, no one can ever know you are here. No one not even Harry. I think it might cause more damage, and besides we have no idea why you are here or why you cannot go back. Can know you're here erm Mione? Is it okay if I call you that and you call me Hermione. This way we won't get too confused about the name thing." She spoke in a soft voice looking back out the window. "I will sneak you some food out or better yet I will get Dobby to bring you food from the kitchen. At least I know he can keep a secret if I just ask him kindly. I will just say you're a friend."