Still. Don't. Own. Harry Potter. Kay? Kay.

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Hermione was already in the common room going through some of her Divination chapters. She had found her way out of Lily's bed and room without waking her up. She had also successfully made her way down the steps to the common room without waking any of the other sleeping girls that were in their rooms. It was a miracle, back in her time you couldn't go two steps without waking someone up.

She had decided to get a head start on the class she hated most. Divination. Her Enemy. It was kind of petty to still hold such a grudge against a simple class, maybe it was taught better in this time but she doubted it. To be honest she thought the class was a bunch of rubbish, rubbish with a cherry on top. It was four o' clock in the morning.

Going through each chapter, merely skimming instead of reading was a daunting task in itself. She read about the crystal ball, the tea leaves, and premonitions, dream interpretation, past lives revisited, aura reading, and inquisitive feelings. Everything she deemed to be really rubbish, well most of it anyway, maybe not all of it.

Eventually it was five in the morning. Then six in the morning. In about an hour students would be getting up and getting ready for their classes. Thankfully she only had Divination and Astronomy today, she prayed that they wouldn't try and predict the future by throwing bones down on a table.

She shut her Divination book with a heavy sigh, she might hate the subject, but she wasn't going to let that stop her from passing it. She merely needed a break from that boring to hell book. She decided that whoever wrote it was a utter moron.

Noticing that no one else was up yet, Hermione decided to try something that she hadn't tried in quite some time. She knew it was a dumb idea, especially in the common room, but she didn't have time to venture outside and she really felt like a change.

She focused all her energy and felt her bones start to shift slowly. When she opened her eyes instead of looking at bare human feet, she was looking at furry Otter paws. Her furry Otter paws. And just as she went from Human to Animagus she was back again, looking once again at her own bare human feet.

"That felt good." Hermione sighed to herself, resting atop on one of the plush couches. She, Harry and Ron had all become Angimagi in their last year of Hogwarts, of course in Sirius's honor they didn't register with the ministry. It was best that way as well, at least that way it was easier to transform without the death eaters knowing what you could be.

It brought back memories. Some good and some not so good. But the change itself was amazing. Then she remembered how painful Remus's transformation must be without Wolvesbane, she knew that they didn't have the recipe for that yet in this time yet, and wondered if she could brew it from memory. She would have to remember that next time she was in potions class.

She decided that she needed to skedaddle from the Gryffindor common room back to the Ravenclaw common room before anyone from either house started to wake up. That way she could hopefully go unnoticed from both houses.

But as luck would have it, as she pushed open the painting for the Ravenclaw house she ran into Emma, her favorite Ravenclaw. The girl had to be only in her third year at most, and she wasn't exactly that intimidating. She just seemed to be every where all the time. She was that kid sister that annoyed the crap out of you because they seemed to follow you every where you went. Emma did that.

"I see you didn't stay in your room last night." It was a statement not a question. Something about this girl threw Hermione for a loop, the way she acted like she already knew everything. A mini-Dumbledore wannabe. A very very poor wannabe.

"Glad you noticed." Hermione said, not trying one ounce to hide her agitation at the situation.

"I wonder where Mya spent the night then if it wasn't in her own room?" Emma was trying way to hard to have a one up on Hermione. It just wasn't going to happen.

"That's really none of your business now is it Emma." Hermione had decided to start heading up the stairs when Emma threw out her trump card.

"I think you stayed the night with Zack Flare." It wasn't a question; Emma made it perfectly clear that that was exactly what she thought.

"Interesting conclusion, but so far from the truth that it's sadly pathetic." Hermione just rolled her eyes, taking a few more steps up, but Emma decided to follow her up to her room. Joy Hermione thought.

"Wait till I tell the entire school, they wont think highly of you then. Everyone knows that Zack Flare is a womanizer." Hermione burst out laughing in Emma's face, this was just too amusing.

"For your information Emma," Hermione stressed her name "I stayed the night in Lily Evans room, my date with Zack Flare wasn't all that bad, but it wasn't all that great either, and I can assure you I didn't end up in his bed much less in his room." Hermione made it to her room and shut her door, yet again, on Emma's face. That girl was just plain annoying.

Now that Hermione thought about it, her date with Zack hadn't been all that great. She met him at the left field like he asked, and they sat on the Slytherin side, watched the quidditch match, he asked her some questions. Some that to her now, looking back did seem kind of fishy, but he didn't try anything inappropriate with her. She hadn't been hearing any rumors going around Hogwarts about them, she just assumed it was a one time date and left it at that.

She had got a few complements on her multi-house colored scarf but the majority of people looked at her in shame, or looked at her as if she was an idiot, but she sported it proudly.

She really didn't see anything coming out of her date with Zack, but he hadn't given her any reason to think he was a jerk or womanizer. She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Ugh, it was already time for her to start heading to Divination.

As she entered the class with the rest of the students, she took the seat closest to the farthest, darkest corner in the entire classroom. Maybe I won't be noticed she thought to herself blend in so in her attempt to blend in she sunk as low as possible into her seat without looking silly and pulled out her divination book and even placed the stupid crystal ball on her table when the rest of the class did.

Just once Hermione wanted to be ignored. Just. This. Once.

"Class we have a newcomer among us." Without even saying Hermione's name the entire class yet again turned to look at her, she had a feeling this was going to happen in every class until she got her first day in all of them out of the way. Hermione mustered a weak smile and a small wave. "You see the future girl." It wasn't a question from Professor Trawleny, more of a statement.

"No Ma'am I really can't." She replied coolly.

"Don't play coy with me child, I know you see the future, now tell us what you see." Hermione cursed the professor under her breath. "Use the ball, tell us what you see." Hermione rolled her eyes, now she had to pretend to use the crystal ball. This class was going to be a pain in the arse. Especially if Professor Trawleny really could sense that she knew the future.

"I see," Just as she was about to make up some goulash about what she saw, the worst thing happened to her. Peter Pettigrew walked into the classroom, huffing and puffing as if he had just finished the mile, which she doubted because he was such a chubby individual.

"Sorry, I'm late…."

"I saw it coming, now take an empty seat." Professor Trawleny dismissed him. He looked around to see the class full except for one seat. And the girl sitting at the table was not a very welcoming face. It was Mya Granger. Hermione noticed it to; the only seat in the class was with her.

Please don't tell me that I'm taking Divination with Peter Pettigrew Hermione thought. Man it was like her worst nightmare come true.

"Now continue with what you were about to tell us child." She prompted Mya again. This time she has an idea.

"I see," She took a breath and pretended to concentrate, she even shifted her face into different expressions as if she really did see something. "I see Peter Pettigrew dead in the future."

Peter stopped in his tracks and gave her a death glare; she just smiled sweetly at him. He took the seat at her table but wouldn't stop glaring, if looks could kill, well he wouldn't kill her but his look was trying.

"Really?" Trawleny's eyes grew big behind her thick glasses. Her voice portraying a bit of surprise.

"Yes. That's what I see." Hermione might like this class after all. She remembered the stories that Harry and Ron used to tell her about their class and how a death prediction was always made. She decided that every Divinations class she would predict Peters death. It put a smile on her face.

"Yes, well then, Daisy Blume tell the class what you see in your tea leaves…" And that's how the class persisted, with Trawleny asking various students throughout the class to say what they saw by using various methods, and then lecturing that near the end of the year they would be much more accurate and truthful in their predictions. Hermione doubted it.

As she made her way down the steps she noticed the downfall to sitting in the back of the class; you were the last one out, literally.

She did notice though, that she was being followed by Peter and she knew it. He had 'stayed after class' to 'talk' with Professor Trawleny. Hermione knew better, he was making up an excuse as to be able to follow her instead of having to exit in front of her. She could hear his not-so-quiet footsteps, it was rather pathetic.

So she stopped walking down the stairs, that was the benefit of a curved stairwell, he didn't know if she had stopped walking or not because well, he didn't train himself to listen to the small sounds in life.

She got him when he turned the corner, she grabbed his shoulders pushed him up against the wall with one of her arms over his throat. It was a very threatening position for Hermione to bestow, especially since she used a strength increasing charm on herself.

"Why are you stalking me?" Hermione's voice was a restrained whisper that sounded like a near growl. Peter started to tremble and develop goosebumps, Hermione could feel it. She hadn't even done anything yet.

"I'm not stalking, I was, I was just trying to figure out a way to ask you why you di-didn't like m-me is all." His voice was shaking slightly, one eye closed shut.

"Really now?" Hermione asked in a velvety voice. "Revielto." She uttered the spell in disgust as she heard Peter's sleeve rip itself from the rest of his shirt and slide off his arm.

She pushed herself away from him and motioned to the dark mark clearly present on his arm. Peter looked ashamed of himself almost. Almost.

"I don't like people who betray those who are supposed to be their friends. I don't like individuals who become a traitor to the wizarding world. So forgive me Peter Pettigrew if I naturally hate you."

He just stayed where she had left him, staring at her with wide scared eyes. She just continued talking in a bored lazy voice, using her hands to emphasize her points.

"I'm just curious Peter, as to why you would betray your friends The Marauders" He flinched at the mention of his group's special name. "I just want to know what was so appealing on the other side of the fence that you would stoop so low as a human being, stoop so low as a wizard. You're a real disgrace to, to well everyone, everything Peter."

With that she walked away, leaving a shocked and worried Peter standing against a wall on a curved staircase with lots and lots of thoughts swimming around in his head.

A short but sweet chapter. (ok maybe not so sweet)

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