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A/N: Here is one of the original chapters with some new twists. I hope you enjoy the revised version.
Hermione woke up late. Hermione NEVER woke up late, especially on a class day, especially on the first day of her Ancient ruins class. Oh she was never going to be able to explain this to her new professor.
'Hi sorry I'm late, I didn't get to sleep until late last night because I had a date'
For some reason Hermione just didn't see that reason going over very well at all. She rushed about her room throwing some clothes on, placing some charms on herself as quick fix me up's seeing as she didn't have the time for a real shower. Throwing her book bag over her shoulder she ran out of her room and down the hall to class.
Hermione pushed open the door as quietly as possible, she was already a spectacle in the school among the students, no need to make a grand entrance and make it so amongst the teachers as well. But alas, good luck was not on her side.
"Miss Granger!" Professor Bettenfield chastised, and every student within the class turned to look at her. "You're late, and on your first day as well. What a reputable first impression." Hermione had the decency to look ashamed of her self.
"I'm terribly sorry Professor Bettenfield, I woke up late is all, Buckingham is on a different time schedule and I overslept." She bowed her head for a second, and then realized that she didn't want to be that person anymore. Holding her head up high and taking deliberate steps down to the front of the class, a small sway in her step.
"I really am sorry sir," Hermione gave him a small smile and handed him a slip of paper. "Professor McGonagall asked me to give this to you." It was a copy of her class schedule to prove that she was enrolled; she had heard that this professor was rather particular.
"Yes indeed." Professor Bettenfield pushed his glasses back up his face, and reviewed the slip of paper. "You can take a seat next to Mr. Lupin then, I won't hand you detention seeing as you are a new student to Hogwarts." Hermione's heart stopped at that name, and at the same time she was relieved to know she wouldn't get in trouble. She just couldn't seem to get over the fact that she was going to be sitting next to the younger version of her old friend and Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. "I'm sure he can help you catch up on the subject material." With a nod of her head she turned on her feet gracefully and made her way back up to the back of the classroom to take her seat next to the handsome sandy haired boy.
"Well Class, now that the interruption is dealt with, turn your books to page four hundred and twenty please. We will be covering the Ruins of…." Hermione drowned the rest of what the professor was about to say when she took her seat. She had already read that chapter anyway.
"Hi" Remus leaned over and whispered. Hermione reached into her book bag and pulled out a quill and parchment before turning with a smile on her face and obliging him. No need to get into more trouble.
"Hi, Mya Granger." She reached her hand out under the table and Remus took it.
"Remus Lupin, though you already knew my last name I suppose." Hermione laughed at that. She knew more about him then just his last name. "Sorry, Professor Bettenfield attempts to give off a very proper and sophisticated atmosphere." They both smiled at that.
"I can imagine, it kind of' rubbed off on me when I entered the room, very seventeenth century if you ask me." Hermione wanted desperately to become friends with the boy sitting next to her.
"Yeah, but he is the Ancient Ruins Professor after all, they have to have some puffiness to their statute."
"Indeed." Hermione replied in her most uppity up British voice, causing both of them to burst into quiet snickers. Remus was never this, carefree, when she knew him as an adult.
"Mr. Lupin and Miss Granger, care to enlighten us as to what is so pleasing?" Great, exactly what Mya didn't want to happen.
"Indeed sir," Hermione had to resist the urge to bow slightly "I was just conversing with Mr. Lupin about the philosophical meaning of the ancient ruins of Egypt, we found the fact that you must read in the direction of which the animal faces point quite amusing, for it leaves room of much confusion having two verses of similar Constance. Quite confusing without replication if you do say so yourself."
Professor Bettenfield chuckled a bit at Mya's elaborate definition of the complicatedness of the Egyptian Hieroglyphs. Sadly Bettenfield didn't realize that the rest of the class was utterly clueless as to what had just happened. "Yes, well, I suppose that would make for a good laugh. Thank you for sharing, now class…."
"I guess we should wait until after class." Remus suggested, not wanting to get himself or Mya into anymore trouble. "Though I must say that was a good save." Remus gave her an appreciative smile, maybe he had found someone that knew just as much as he did about ancient ruins.
"Yes Indeed." Hermione agreed again, attempting to keep herself from bursting into another fit of giggles. "We should wait until after class, I don't want to have to come up with another explanation for our, un-seriousness, though I don't think it would be too hard."
"You're unbelievable." Remus chastised in a whisper, but it was betrayed by the smile on his lips.
"You have no idea." Hermione replied in a quiet whisper. Unbeknownst to her, Remus caught what she had said and gave her a curious glance, but decided not to press her with his questions and instead focus on what Professor Bettenfield was lecturing on.
After class ended Remus and Mya exited together, laughing and smiling down the hall as others watched their interaction, curious as to why a Gryffindor would trust a student from Buckingham, who, by the way got originally sorted into Slytherin. Also as to why a new student that just had a date with a Slytherin would be so interested in Gryffindor Remus Lupin.
She was a curiosity to all. By all means she should have been a Slytherin, but she outright refused, it was an anomaly. An anomaly that perked everyone's interest about this mysterious Mya Granger. What perked more interest was that fact that the only two people she had been seen with as of late were Zack and Remus. Boys. Boys from two different houses. One boy she had had a date with.
"So, If your not to busy, I was wondering if you'd like to meet my friends." Remus offered shyly.
"Sure, if they are anything like you I'm sure we'll get along just fine." Hermione knew secretly that she really wanted to be reacquainted with Sirius; she had missed him so much since his death in her time. She was also looking forward to meeting Harry's Parents. She had saw James in the stands yesterday, or someone she assumed had been James, she remembered she was told once how James never missed a quidditch match.
At the thought of James being Harry's future father, her face immediately closed off. All of her emotions were suddenly closed off and her step faltered for the second time that day.
"Are you alright Mya?" Remus asked concerned, placing a hand on her shoulder when she started staring off into the distance, a zoned out look on her face. For a second he thought she was having something akin to a silent seizure. Her eyes had glazed over and her body seemed frozen in place. Then she shook herself out of her revere when she noticed that she was starting to gain more attention.
"Yeah, I'm fine Remus," she took a deep breath and smiled wide before striding ahead "Lets go meet those friends of yours, I could use some new friends." Remus was about to protest, but he just couldn't find the will to deny her and take her to Poppy instead. She looked like she really needed some good friends.
"Sure follow me," Remus turned to look at her before they entered the room "I do have to warn you about a few things though before you meet them personally." Hermione raised a curious eyebrow at his comment.
"Oh really, now what could be so bad that I need a premeditated warning?"
"Well see, me and my particular group of friends are known as the Marauders around school." Remus said mysteriously.
"And that would mean what exactly?" Hermione knew she already knew what he was going to say. She got all the stories of their glory days plenty a time at Grimwald Place, she just decided to humor him.
"Well….." The two new friends and current talk of the school continued through the door down the busy hallway.
Remus led her down the hallway towards a group of boys standing by an open windowsill looking out onto the grounds laughing and having a grand ol' time.
Most likely planning the next course of pranking attack She thought to herself with a smile.
She wasn't prepared for when she saw him. His black hair was cut shabby like, just below his ears, it was silky looking from where she stood. She nearly laughed in joy, and just because of his hair. It was wild and untamable, just like him. Sirius Black.
"God" She breathed out, not caring if anyone noticed. She had missed him so much; her heart felt like it was being squeezed with the many emotions going through her. She didn't know weather to cry or smile. Instead she settled for an introduction and acting as if he was a stranger to her.
"This is the renowned Sirius Black," Remus gestured to his friend who brushed some of his hair back, just to have it fall over his eyes yet again and held out his hand to the woman before him. "Padfoot, this is Mya Granger."
She acted as if the name Sirius Black was nothing to her. Except it was nearly everything to her.
"Pleasure to meet you." Sirius took her hand and in a mock bow kissed the top of her fingers. The action sent a shiver up her arm and down her spine.
"The pleasure is all mine," Hermione's smile grew when he winked at her "Ever such the charmer I see."
"He tries," a boy pushed past Sirius and took her hand to shake it enthusiastically "I'm James, James Potter." Yep, it was the boy she saw in the stands yesterday.
"Mya. Mya Granger." They both laughed, but it was forced on her part and she hoped no one noticed. He looked exactly like Harry. Correction Harry looked exactly like his father. Though she had to admit James was much more handsome then Harry, but they looked so similar that it shook her to the core. But she was pro enough to never let her emotions get a real rein on her when she was trying to keep a cover. She had had enough practice through the war.
"I'm Quidditch Captain." James elaborated "For the Gryffindor team, best team at Hogwarts." He puffed out his chest a bit and gave a pearly white smile to Mya.
"He likes to boast a lot." Sirius piped out from over his shoulder.
"Coming from the ladies man!" James accused in a loud voice. Hermione looked from James to Sirius with a raised brow and sideways smile.
"Ignore them," Remus ushered her over to the last member of the Marauders "This is…"
"Peter." She finished in a cold tone, not offering her hand nor accepting his, making both Remus and Peter extremely uncomfortable. If she ever blew her cover before, it was nothing compared to this moment. She just hadn't been ready to lay eyes on the traitor of all the wonderful people surrounding her.
"You two know each other then?" Remus wondered out loud in utter confusion. Hermione quickly ran through all the facts she knew about the Marauders and the time frame.
"I know of him." She stated tightly "I'm sure he'll be more then obliged to inform you later of exactly how I know who he is. It's bound to be a very interesting tale. Don't you think Peter?" She asked in a strained tone. Just as she thought, Peter fumbled.
He already started his track on betrayal. Hermione thought to her self, both feeling sorrow and anger at the situation.
"I-i-i have no idea what you mean Mya." Peter's beady eyes looked around frantically before landing back on her all too knowing ones.
"I didn't think so," she turned her head to the side to examine him more carefully "Though it is a shame." Without waiting for Remus or a reply from Peter she turned on her heel as fast as she could without ungracefully falling and high tailed it back to the other two boys.
"Care on filling me in Wormtail?" Remus asked slightly bewildered at the entire situation.
"I would if I knew Moony." Peter replied honestly, though he had an idea as to what she was referencing, but he couldn't be sure. He needed to talk with Malfoy and soon. There was no way this new girl from Buckingham could possibly know about his affiliation with the Dark Lord.
"Hmmmmm…" Was all Remus could manage, falling deep into thought. "This Mya girl seems filled with many surprises."
"So what is Buckingham like?" Sirius asked in his most charming way. Trying to get to know more about her.
"Why, Mr. Black, I have a feeling that you have no interest in my school, but more in my voice when I speak."
"Bingo, can you blame a man." Sirius admitted with a knowing smile.
"Of course I can, admittance doesn't constitute an apology by any means. I believe you still have some atonement to accomplish" Hermione Scoffed leaning back against the concrete railing.
"Me' Lady please doth Pardon my insolence."
"Those are Shakespeare lines, not yours."
"A woman of intelligence." James remarked. He was having a grand time watching Mya and Sirius trade snide remarks and James particularly just enjoyed that, for once, someone other then a Slytherin was besting him at his own game.
"Sucks loosing at your own game huh Padfoot." James laughed.
"Can it Prongs!" Sirius growled in warning.
"Dem' is fighten' words." Hermione said in the worst country accent ever heard by man.
Sirius and James burst out laughing, causing Mya to lose her cool and join in. She seemed to fit in so well it was scary to the Marauders. She acted as if she already knew them yet she had barely met them. It was defiantly a first for the group of boys, to meet a girl, besides Lily of course, that knew them so well.
Her third day in Hogwarts past had gone well; she was still in the Ravenclaw prefect room until Dumbledore was able to find her a spot in the girl's dormitories with her own seventh year class. In his words:
"No need to place you with first years, I'm sure you already had enough of that experience for a lifetime." And she readily agreed to wait.
After she had officially "met" the infamous Marauders, she had DADA to attend. Luckily it was with James, Sirius and Remus; she was profusely thanking the Gods that Peter wasn't in that class. She was later informed by Remus that he hadn't qualified for an N.E.W.T. Level course in DADA. Another gift from whatever higher being there was Hermione supposed.
It wasn't very interesting; the professor was still going over advanced spell wand techniques. She already knew all the moves to spells more advanced then what they were covering. She couldn't wait till they got practice dueling; she planned on showing all her combat skills off, and for once for a good thing instead of the practice for war.
At the end of the day she had yet to meet Lily, but she was promised to be introduced to the red head at breakfast the next day if James hadn't scared her off. Or kidnapped her. Either way, if neither was the case, she would be meeting Harry's mum tomorrow. The thought excited and irked her at the same time, she felt almost sick.
Here she was in the past; having a good o' time, almost as if she had forgot the real reason she was here to begin with. As if she belonged here in this time. As if she had forgotten her horrible past she had left behind. No, she hadn't forgotten. But the way she was acting, taking dates, laughing, made her feel like she had, like she was disrespecting something important.
Looking at herself in the full length mirror, she dropped all her glamour charms. Returning to the same o' Hermione. She knew once she got a room in the dormitories she would have to make the glamour charms permanent. But for now she could be her real self for a little while longer.
It wasn't like she was going home anytime soon anyway.
Her day was a little more interesting then usual though, her first confrontation happened between her and Malfoy when she left the great hall after dinner. Of course at dinner there were more murmurs about her, the new girl, sitting with the Marauders at the dinner table. Naturally Peter wasn't anywhere to be seen at dinner time.
Something about her confrontation with Malfoy irked her to her core.
"Granger" Malfoy stuck out his hand to block her from moving as she turned a corner
"Lucius" she wasn't about to play his game and stoop to his level "what do I not owe the honor of your presence?" she asked in a sickly sweet tone.
"I want answers, why did you deny Slytherin?"
"As if I would tell you." When she made a move to go around him he blocked her again.
"You don't want to play games with me Mud blood!" When he accused her of being a mud blood she had an idea.
"What makes you assume I'm not a pureblood? Simply because you haven't heard my last name, what a futile observation on your part." She placed her hands on her hips and glared the blond down. "You want to know why I didn't want to be placed in Slytherin. Fine I'll tell you. Because people like you make me sick, I spent six years at Buckingham to learn that. Your type is not someone I ever want to associate with. EVER!" with that she pushed Malfoy out of her way and started to stalk away.
"Stupi-"Before Malfoy could finish his casting Hermione had turned around and countered his.
"Accio Wand!" Malfoy's wand landed in her open palm. "Don't think I'm so foolish as to play your games," she marched right up into his face "I. Don't. Play. Games." With that Malfoy watched as his wand silently went up into flames without Mya having said a word or having her hand starting to burn.
She dropped the ashes at his feet with a triumphant smile. Turned and walked away. The few bystanders that witnessed what had just transpired either clapped or ran away before Malfoy's vengeance could be taken out on them.
Yep, other then that her day had gone wonderfully. She knew she hadn't scared Malfoy enough to leave her alone, but she was well equipped to handle herself this time around. After all she had battled the older more knowledgeable version of him before and won. The younger version, a piece of cake.
She pulled the covers high over herself and closed her eyes. For the first time in a while sleep came without a single fight.
"I don't trust her." Peter protested.
"I trust her," Sirius added reluctantly "But there are just a few things about her that don't add up." Of course, Sirius was referring to how he first found her, looking very much different and soaked to the bone in wet snow, how she had grabbed a hold of him and cried like she had just avoided death.
"I think she may have her secrets," Remus agreed "But we all have secrets, that don't make us bad people." The boys mulled over this. They knew Remus was talking about his ever present werewolf side.
"I think we should investigate her!" James piped in.
"Really, with what?" Remus shot back bemused at his friend. James was always one for the private investigating scene.
"I dunno, we have a name." He defended himself.
"Most likely a fake one." Sirius supplied.
"Pull out the map." Peter suggested. The boys all looked at each other, and then James pulled out the map and silently unfolded it.
"I solemnly swear we are up to no good." With that Sirius tapped the map with his wand as they watched ink blotches forming names appear on the previously blank parchment.
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