Sighing exasperatedly, Hermione threw the book down onto her desk. I can't believe how outdated this book is! And it's an advanced book in this time period.

A knock sounded at the door.

"Come in." Hermione sighed, but didn't get up from her slumped position in her chair.

"Lady Hermione" Helga smiled as she entered the room. "What art thou doing inside on this wonderful Saturday afternoon?"

"I'm reading Transfiguration textbooks." The animagus shook her head.

Helga frowned. "Pray tell, whatever is thee matter with thee book that thou dost read."

"Well," Hermione bit her lip and then gently shook the book. "This is a Seventh Year textbook and it's about on par with the Fifth Year in my time."

"Lord Godric hath told me that thou hath recently completed thy Seventh Year." Helga said to make conversation.

The animagus chuckled without humor. "I never got to finish my Seventh Year, a war got in the way."

"Thou canst not be much older than seventeen." Hufflepuff commented.

"Actually," Hermione smiled. "I'm twenty."

"Pray tell, however is that possible? Thou seem to be a rather bright witch." Helga frowned.

The animagus bit her lip. "I've a late birthday and I used a Time Turner."

"Whatever is this 'timer turner' that thou speakest?" Helga asked. The way the younger witch spoke confused the Head of Hufflepuff at times.

"A Timer Turner allows the wearer to travel back in time a few hours." Hermione sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Unfortunately, that was not how I got here."

"We hast nothing that allows what thou speakest of." Helga shook her head. "I beg your forgiveness, Milady."

"Please, call me Hermione." The animagus smiled cheekily. "Unless you want me to call you Lady Hufflepuff."

Helga shook her head. The way this witch acted should have been disrespectful, but she knew that Hermione meant it all in jest. "Hermione, if thou needest anything, I pray that thou wouldst speaketh to me."

"I will." Hermione had to stifle her laughter, the way that the Founders talked amused her at times. "Are there any other books on Transfiguration? I want to have a firm grasp on what you know about it in this time."

"I knowest not." Hufflepuff looked thoughtfully over Hermione's shoulder. "Perhaps thou shouldst ask Lady Rowena."

Hermione pulled a face and grumbled. "I guess I could ask her."

"Thou likest not Lady Rowena?"

"She feels ice cold." Hermione explained, leaning forward to place her elbows on the desk. "And the way she shuns Helena…" The animagus frowned, while Helena wasn't abused, she was ignored.

Helga leaned forward. "Did thy parents not expecteth thou to respect thy elders?"

"Màthair and Adair did." Hermione shrugged and then scowled. "But respect doesn't mean that a child has to be silent."

"Thou doeth not speaketh as a Celt, yet thou useth words from thee north. Pray tell, why is that?" Helga asked.

"Minerva McGonagall adopted me. She traces her linage to the Celts." Hermione smiled.

"Whatever is this adopted?"

"Oh!" Hermione stared, she didn't realize that Helga wouldn't know what that word was. "The woman who carried me and the man who sired me didn't want children. They treated me as some Purebloods treat House Elves. Minerva and Albus rescued me from them when I was nine."

Helga frowned. "Thou wast taken from thy parents?"

Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, the animagus nodded.

"Thou art happy of this fact?" The founder of Hufflepuff was confused. Children weren't taken from their parents in this time period.

"Yeah, Minerva's a great mom." Hermione nodded, a smile creeping on her face.

Helga couldn't help but smile back. While she didn't understand why the witch was taken from her biological parents, it was obvious that the people who Hermione considered to be her parents had been good people.

Hermione knocked on Rowena's door.

"Enter." Ravenclaw's proud voice filtered through the door.

The animagus eased the door open and approached the Head of Ravenclaw's desk with trepidation. "Lady Ravenclaw, I was wondering if you had any advanced books on Transfiguration. I don't want to teach anything that won't be discovered for hundreds of years."

"Lady McGonagall," Rowena coolly eyed the witch. "Thou art thee Transfiguration Professor. I teacheth Charms. It is thy duty to findeth what thou dost need. If that is all thy needeth…"

Hermione bowed and quickly left the office. Well, that went as well as I thought it would. What does that woman have against me? I've never done anything to her. The animagus made her way to the Library, she didn't head there because it had the books she needed, but because it still was her safe haven.

She made her way to her favorite spot, pushed up her sleeves, and started working on lesson plans.

A few hours later, Hermione had to hide a smile. There was someone watching her, and that someone was very good at sneaking around. If not for Hermione's animagus senses, she wouldn't have noticed her. "I know you're there."

"I beg thy forgiveness Lady McGonagall." Helena slowly crept out from behind the bookcase. Her big, grey eyes full of curiosity and a little fear.

"It's alright." Hermione chuckled and ruffled the little girl's shoulder length, black hair. "What are you doing, Helena?"

"I wast wondering what thou art doing?" The young witch shuffled her feet and glanced down at the floor.

Hermione couldn't help but smile, Helena was adorable. "I'm making lesson plans for my Transfiguration classes."

"Why dost thou make lesson plans in thee Library? Art thy quarters not satisfactory?" Helena cocked her head to the side.

"I would go to the Library when I was at Hogwarts." Hermione smiled, remembering fond memories. "It's a comforting place for me."

The young witch bit her lip. "Mayest I stay with thou?"

"Of course, but won't your mother be worried about you?" The animagus asked, cocking her head to the side.

Helena shook her head. "Mother made me leave her presence. She sayeth that I wast a bother and I was to leave."

"You're not a bother." Hermione exclaimed, picking up the six year old and placing Helena on her lap. "You are welcome to come see me at any time."

Helena smiled up at Hermione. "Lady McGonagall…"

"Please, call me Hermione." The animagus chuckled.

" 'Mione… uh, Mio, Mi…." Helena trailed off, a look of frustration on her face.

"You can call me 'Mione, it's alright." Hermione smiled. "My name's hard to pronounce."

Helena grinned, her tongue peeking out between her teeth. "Mione, dost thou desire to come flying with me?"

"Uh, sure." Hermione sighed. She still didn't like flying, but how could she say no to that cute face.

After Helena had left and Hermione had finished the First and Second Year lesson plans, the animagus was headed to her quarters when she head footsteps behind her. "You know I can hear you."

"I knowest that thou art able to." Salazar sneered. "I beggest of thou, keepest thy distance from thee young Ravenclaw."

"Why should I listen to you?" Hermione sighed, turning around to face the bald wizard.

Slytherin frowned. "Thou art a mudblood…."

Hermione flicked her hand. "I know, I've heard it all before. I'm a muggle born, therefore I shouldn't be here."

"Thou art a difficult witch." Salazar growled. "Thou shalt not go near Helena."

"I shalt to whatever I wish." Hermione growled, cat-like eyes narrowing. "I'm not harming her. You, however, stay away from me."

Salazar snarled. "Thou impertinent…."

"Salazar, enough." Godric sighed. "Thou shalt not speakest to a Lady in such a manner."

"I wast not speaking to a Lady." Slytherin sneered in Hermione's direction.

"Oh, you weren't? Maybe we should have a duel to see who's the lady then, hmm?" Hermione stated, giving him smug smile.

"Perhaps we should." Salazar smirked, drawing his wand.

Smirking, Hermione focused on his stance.

"Thou art not drawing thy wand?" Salazar chuckled. "Flipendo!"

Hermione side-stepped the blue light. And a red light struck the Head of Slytherin in the chest, sending him flying backwards.

"What did thou doest?" Godric inquired.

"It's a simple stunning spell." Hermione shrugged. "He'll wake up in a few hours."

"Thou didst not utter a single word. Thou didst not use thy wand." Godric started at the witch in awe.

"Wordless and wandless magic hasn't been discovered yet, has it?" Hermione sighed.

"It hast not." Gryffindor smiled. Something about this witch intrigued him and he wanted to know more about her.

"Lady McGonagall, pray tell, whast do thou desire?" Terence smirked at the witch.

Hermione sighed. "Not you."

"I beggest thy pardon?" Terence smiled. "I merely inquired to thou about thy desires."

Hermione gave him a look that said 'really'. "Baron Bayler, I know exactly what you were implying. I know what you are. Now please, for the love of God, leave me alone." She knew better than to say 'Merlin', she had said it once and it had caused an uproar. Apparently, he was still alive and hadn't done anything to bring him any fame.

"Lady McGonagall, I wouldst enjoy thy company tonight."

"I'm sure you would." The animagus muttered.

"Wast did thou speakest?" Terence inquired.

"Nothing, I'm busy." Hermione lied, but then spotted her way out. "I promised Helena I would go flying with her tonight."

Said witch grinned, but refrained from running over to Hermione, the girl's hand was clasped tightly in her mother's.

"Perhaps another time then?" the Baron smiled, before walking away.

"Did I hearest thou correctly?" Rowena inquired. "Thou art taking my daughter flying tonight."

"Yep." Hermione sighed, but smiled at the younger witch.

Helena was vibrating with happiness, Hermione was finally go to fly with her!