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Chapter Two

Hermione walked aimlessly around Diagon Alley looking for Harry and Ron. After she had met the creepy lady, all she wanted to do was get back to the burrow, but it was proving a challenge. She couldn't find the guys and she could find her way back to the meeting place. Everything looked different, but Hermione failed to notice this, just like she failed to notice the lack of snow on the ground and the lack of Christmas decorations. A head of untamed black hair caught her eye in the distance and she couldn't have been happier. She called towards who she believed her best friend.

"Harry!" she called walking fast towards the moving young man.

"Harry!" she tried again but still nothing.

"Harry James Potter! Can't you hear me?" she tried once again and this time he turned around when she mentions the name 'James Potter'.

Hermione sighed and ran towards the young man throwing her arms around him. He looked taken aback and awkwardly patted the strange girls back.

"Oh Harry you won't believe what I've been through today" she said pulling away and looking into the strangers eyes.

She backed away observing him closer realizing that he is taller and there was a difference in eye color. He continued to look at her very amused, he was about to tell her that he wasn't Harry, but she didn't give him a chance she began to speak again.

"What happen to your eyes? Why are they hazel?" she asked curiously, "Actually never mind that, we have to get back to burrow. Tomorrow's Christmas and I can't find Ron anywhere!"

"Can you let me speak, please? First I'm not Harry, whoever he might be. Second my eyes have always been Hazel. Third who's Ron, and fourth tomorrow is the 1st of September and I have to get home to pack for Hogwarts" he said slowly hoping she'll catch on soon.

Hermione stared at him unable to process what he just told her. It was surely a joke, and she didn't find it funny at all. It wasn't until Hermione looked at the ground that she noticed the white snow missing. Bewildered she looked around noticed that the decorations had gone as well. She turned back to speak to the guy who she now knew was not Harry, but he was walking away.

Hermione paced the room she had gotten at the Leaky Cauldron. Nothing made sense to her and if it was a joke, those in on it would be hexed into oblivion courtesy of herself. She Christmas presents she had gotten lay on the bed forgotten. She continued to pace until she thought something. He had said tomorrow was the first of September. The day everyone boards the Hogwarts express. She could go to Hogwarts and get answers from Professor Dumbledore. He'd know what was going on, he always did. Hermione planned on getting up extra early so she'd be able to get some basic supplies and some clothing. After making sure she knew what'd she do, Hermione fell asleep forgetting the presents completely. While Hermione slept the presents she had bought either disappeared altogether or changed into an older version. This was due to the fact that such items had not been around or even existed in the time she got thrown into but she didn't know this, well not yet at least.

Hermione awoke at the promised time of 7:30am, she was surprised to find how many people were out at this hour getting some last-minute things in before heading out to Hogwarts later that day. She bought a couple of books for light reading, some quills and parchment, a cauldron and scale and that's about it plus some clothing and fabric. She even bought an owl that looked like Hedwig. She finished at around 8: 45 leaving her plenty of time to get everything into her small purse which she had put an extendable charm on so she could hide the presents so they wouldn't pester her on what she got them. Remembering the reason of the extendable charm Hermione grabbed the discarded bag from the floor what it ended up last night. She took out the contents to find a great load were gone and that the models she had remembered to being the newer ones were now older.

"That's odd, I could have sworn-," she wasn't able to complete her thought for the knocking on the door distracted her. She opened the door to Tom who handed her a letter. It was the all too familiar parchment of Hogwarts. She examined it, taking in the seal and familiar feeling of the parchment. She opened the letter which read:

Dear Miss. Hermione Granger

We're pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It has come to attention that you will be starting with us your seventh year. This is rare but all in all we are looking forward to meeting you tonight.

This is short notice and we understand that you will not be able to gather your supplies at such a late notice we are sorry to inform that you will have to wait until your first Hogsmeade visit but we are sure you could handle sharing until then.

One last thing, you are to meet with the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, and myself before your classes on the 2nd.

Again, I apologize for the late notice and we expect you owl no later than midday.

Deputy Headmistress,

Professor McGonagall

Hermione sighed in relief this made getting to Hogwarts much easier. She could get a ticket once she got there explaining the late note. What had her worried was explaining to Dumbledore her situation since she wasn't even sure herself. Hermione placed the rest of her things within her bag and checked the time again. It has now 9:00. She rushed to take a quick shower, send her owl, and have a small breakfast before taking the Knight Bus to Kings Cross Station. It was 10:00 when she arrived at the platform, she walked through and when she did she felt something in her pocket. She reached into it and found a ticket, which made things easier. Hermione boarded the train and sat in and empty compartment hoping she could sit by herself to think things over.

To her luck, she didn't get to sit by herself. The same young man she met at Diagon Alley along with 3 other lads joined her.

"Well, it's nice to see you again" the hazel eye's boy she met yesterday said.

"Yeah, sorry about that, I thought you were someone else, obviously." She explained looking a bit awkward.

She stuck out her hand and introduced herself to the four. They shook her hand, all except the one with longer black hair and very stunning eyes, he made a show of kissing her knuckles. They all introduced themselves and Hermione's situation had gotten even more complex. Before her sat James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. She tried to relax but it wasn't working and they knew something was up.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Sirius asked looking at the girl he just met. She was looking very nervous, more than Sirius or any of the others had ever seen.

She only nodded, and that was probably the biggest lie she had ever told, well not exactly, but still. The rest of the ride she tried to make conversation and more lies rolled out as they asked why they had never seen her before. She couldn't have been happier then when James left for Head Boy duties, or when they finally arrived and she was able to get away.

"Firs' Years an' Miss 'Ermione Granger O'er 'Ere" The gruff voice of Hagrid made Hermione happy. A familiar face, Finally!

A/N: Chapter 2 yay! Please review I need to know how I'm doing. You don't have to but it's be appreciated. Well I hope you enjoy it and Im sorry it's a bit sucky. I wrote it off the top of my mind and I kept changing things. Well again thank you for taking the time to read my fanfic. Oh I did forget my disclaimers in the last chapter. I apologize but from now on they will be at the beginning of every chapter, I promise.

TaintedOriginality