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Getting sick from staying in another world, future, past anything where you don’t belong, is from His Dark Materials.

First chap! – Getting mixed up

Hermione watched as her potion master swept gracefully over the floor inspecting the students’ potions, then she was jerked back when professor Snape looked at her; she blushed and turned her gaze away and continued brewing the potion.

It all happened so very fast. Neville had been told to add some Lavender, but had added Nub Holly instead, which Hermione hadn’t realised since she had been in her own world.

“MISS GRANGER! YOUR IDIOCY AND UNAWARENESS FOR THIS SUBJECT HAS MADE LONGBOTTOM SCREW IT, AGAIN! I THOUGHT LETTING YOU TWO PAIR WOULD SECURE A QUIET POTION LESSON!” Snape yelled out loud, pressing extra effort when yelling ‘again’, as the strong scent escaped from the cauldron. Hermione turned red from anger and embarrassment and Neville stumbled back shocked at Snapes yelling. He hit the cauldron, which suddenly began bobbling threatening, before knocking it over completely. Hermione shrieked as the cauldrons content streamed over her.

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Hermione could hear voices, confused voices. Her head was hurting and she felt quite odd. She opened her eyes and was overwhelmed by the light in the room; everything was blurry until she rubbed her eyes sleepily.

Judging by the bed, she was in the hospital wing. A screen was around her bed, making her unable to see those chattering.

Hermione gave a little squeak as she trembling got out of bed. The voices stopped abruptly and an unfamiliar elderly female removed the screen.

“Lie down, child,” she said calming and made Hermione lay down in bed again.

“Oh no! Professor Snape is really mad at me, isn’t he? I am such a clumsy- head! I should have paid attention to Neville, I’d bet Snape’s taken the opportunity to take hundred point from Gryffindor!” Hermione wailed nervously.

“Snape? Professor?” A voice asked and Hermione turned her head looking into a great pair of beautiful eyes.

“Sirius?” Hermione asked confused, she could recognise him from the picture of Harry’s parents wedding; they were much alike. The boy looked at her confused.

“Know this girl, Padfoot?” Another voice asked and Hermione once again squealed.

“Harry! How’s Snape? He must be really mad at me! Shit! What did he do to Neville?” Hermione looked at the boy who let his hands slip through his black messy hair in an adorable way. Hermione gasped shocked and looked at him, his scar was gone!

“J-James?” She stuttered confused when she couldn’t figure out who else it could be. It certainly wasn’t Harry!

“How do you know our names?” The two boys asked suspiciously eyeing her with fright.

“I think, “a strong voice said and they all turned their heads towards the door, “that you should all leave, I’d like to speak with the young girl alone,” Dumbledore strode carefully into the room and Hermione gaped, he looked younger somehow.

“Dumbledore,” she managed to say relieved. Something was missing in the look in his eyes.

The two boys left glancing back at Dumbledore and her. Dumbledore asked the nurse to leave too. He was eyeing Hermione sharply as he stood at the end of the bed.

“Who are you?” He asked and looked into her eyes, into her soul.

“My name is Hermione Granger,” Hermione informed apprehensively and looked away. “Where am I?” Her voice was trembling and even though she had a slight idea of the answer, Hermione hoped he would say else.

“Hogwarts,” he informed her and she nodded.

“I know, but I meant... those two boys... James and Sirius, what year is it?” Hermione was almost on the edge of crying afraid of the answer she already knew.

“1975,” his blue eyes were frightening. Hermione recalled being told about the look he could give when he wasn’t in his usually jolly-good mood by Harry. “I presume that you have been sent back in time, I haven’t seen nor heart about any Hermione Granger until now,” his eyes became slightly milder than before, and he swept up next to her bed. Hermione nodded.

“Tell me...” He asked and Hermione felt forced to look into the blue sea. She nodded.

Hermione told him the story as she remembered it, and reassured that she normally was awake in class and fully aware, that she had been distracted and her clumsy friend, Neville, had added the wrong ingredient, making it boil rapidly. He had incidentally knocked it over making the content gush over her. After that, things went dark and now she was there.

“I do not know how to get you back, miss Granger, but I will do my very best to help you. Meanwhile you must tell me about the future, not much, just what you think is appropriate.” Hermione looked at him slowly.

“Is Voldemort in charge?” She asked and noticed the old wizard react surprised. He nodded and she snorted.

“Operating in silence,” he told her and she knew that his presence was more or less like fifth year. She calmed herself down before quietly telling about her life at Hogwarts, making sure not to mention Harry or his destiny or James’s, Lilys and Sirius’s destinies either. As much as she wished to prevent their deaths, she was sure that terrible things would happen if she did. Telling as much she could without revealing too much of the future about Voldemort or anything else, Hermione even told about her own life.

“Well, until that you can return home, I guess it is best for you to stay here. By your telling, you’re in Gryffindor, I shall lead you to the common room and tell the head girl about it,” Hermione got her robe, which lay next to her on a table. On the front a neat tag with the initials HG – Gryffindor Head Girl.

“I think miss Evans will be most displeased if you was to take over her post as head girl,” he said in a gentle voice and Hermione nodded acceptably and slipped the tag down the pocket.

“What will I say when they ask me about my past?” Hermione asked glancing at the thoughtful professor.

“I think,” his voice was slow and thinking carefully through it all, “that you should give up another name, and I also think that it would be an idea not to tell them where you are from. Tell,” he paused thinking and Hermione stepped out of bed and got on her student robe. “That you’ve studied in other countries, I believe there is an international wizarding school in Australia,” Hermione nodded and left the hospital wing with Albus Dumbledore. “I shall inform the school about it at dinner time, but now, I will let you get comfortable.”

“I guess I can use the name,” Hermione tried to think of a name, “Holly,” she said when remembering that that was the reason for the potions accident, “Holly Weasley,” she looked at Dumbledore who raised an eyebrow.

“We’ve already had a Weasley, five years ago,” he said and Hermione smiled and tried to find another last name.

“Holly Hermione Granger Raven,” Hermione then said thinking that Raven wasn’t the most ordinary name; at least no one else would be named the same. “Just don’t mention the Granger part, then it’ll all seem normal, just don’t want to loose my name,” Hermione pleaded quietly. Dumbledore nodded in accept and they soon stopped outside the portrait to the Gryffindor common room.

“Miss Evans,” Dumbledore called out and Hermione felt a jolt in her stomach as a beautiful red-haired girl jumped up from her seat. “Meet miss Holly Hermione Raven,” Hermione felt her inner crumble as she reached Lilys hand politely. It was nice and warm and suddenly Hermione felt like throwing up. Dumbledore noticed her reaction even though it was silent; he immediately broke the bond and spoke.

“Miss Raven is on her seventh year, I expect you, as head girl, to take care of her and introduce her to people, miss Evans,” Dumbledore said politely and Lily smiled a great smile and dragged Hermione over to a small group of people. Hermione glanced at Dumbledore giving him a final smile before he left.

“This is Holly Hermione Raven,” Lily said and pointed at each of her friends saying their names.

“She already know our names,” James said from a chair in front of the fire. It was the same chair Harry usually sat in too. Lily stopped looking slightly surprised. “How did you know our names, really?” James looked at Hermione as she felt a knot tightening in her throat.

“Well, I’ve seen you... before... I saw you at a Quidditch match once I visited, I just remembered that someone with black messy hair was called Ha- James and his best friend Sirius,” her response was taking to consideration for acceptance and Lily pulled a chair up for her.

“Well, if you already know James and Sirius, then this is Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew,” Lily pointed at two boys. Hermiones eyes suddenly burned when she saw Peter and she narrowed them cruelly before putting on an almost too sweet smile. Hermione turned towards Lupin and smiled more warmly than before. She remembered something about Lupin being a prefect in a weak attempt to restore Sirius and James’s common sense. She snorted knowing that it hadn’t worked.

“I saved you!” Sirius blurted out and they all laughed except Hermione who seemed rather nervous.

“Where did I end up exactly?” Hermione then broke off the laughs and noticed Lily taking a seat next to her lover.

“You came from nowhere into the potion room unconscious, I took you to the hospital wing,” he seemed very proud and Hermione got the distinct feeling of throwing up again. The thought of pairing with Harrys godfather was sickening, even though he was cute and they were the same age right now. She shuddered, same age. At this point she wasn’t even born.

“I’ve read in...” Lily started out but was cut off by her friends frowning at her. Hermione knew how she felt.

“In Hogwarts – A History,” Hermione continued her sentence, forgetting that she was supposed to keep low.

“Yes...” Lily said screwing her head slightly to the side.

“You can’t Apperate or Disapperate within Hogwarts grounds... and I didn’t, really,” Hermione said truly. “Who’s leading the Quidditch match?” Hermione asked trying to change the path of the conversation. If Harry and James were alike with personalities, then it would be easy to change subject. And it was.

“Us! We totally slaughtered Hufflepuf last time!” Hermione saw the familiar sparkle in his eyes that Harry also possessed, when speaking of Quidditch. Hermione smiled and had to restrain herself from not throwing herself towards him in a great hug.

The conversation flooded along and Hermione was now familiar with a lot of things. She was even invited along to a secret party in Hogsmaede the following weekend. Hermione accepted thinking she might as well get the best out of it while being back in time.

Dinner was upon them and Hermione hurried to clean herself up, before she followed with her new friends down to the Great Hall, which looked like it usually did. They took a seat at the end of the table discussing a lot of things. Hermione was in an animated conversation with Lily and Remus who she sat between. The headmaster got up from his seat in the hearth of the head table. All chattering ceased and Hermione couldn’t help but smile at it.

“Before we eat I’d like to bid welcome a new student of ours, miss Raven in her seventh year, Gryffindor,” Hermione stood up and blushed as hundreds of faces turned towards her. She took her seat again and Dumbledore told them to tug in.

Hermione started out just listening to her surroundings. Then Sirius began questioning her about her past and Hermione told that she wasn’t that fond of her past and wished not to talk about it. She did mention that she had lived in Australia and attended some international wizarding school. Yes, lack of information made them all curious, but nonetheless they respected her wish not to talk too much about it. Then Hermione was caught up in another conversation with Remus along with Sirius, and Peter who was just listening.

Hermione discovered she could have interesting conversations with Lily and Remus while Sirius and James would joke around with Peter running behind studying them. Hermione felt utterly uncomfortable every time she saw Peter. Finally she decided that he hadn’t joined Voldemort at that time, and even though he was a pathetic little twist of a human being, she would be nice to him and hopefully be rewarded with cleverness from his side one day.

The first weekend had gone by and Hermione found herself, for once, not using her time in the library, but having fun.

The following week would be her first real week; she had yet not attended any DADA, magical creatures, or potion lessons and was really anxious to get started. Lily was also friend with Miranda who was a seventh year Gryffindor too. Hermione, Miranda, and Lily were the only seventh year girls except for two other girls who were almost never seen around. Lily had her own room for being head girl, so there were only four girls sleeping in the dormitory. Hermione had already met most of the teachers; it wasn’t that different from her own world, only a bit.

The Arithmancy teacher was called Professor Panda (Hermione nearly fell of her chair first time she heard it). Charms were the same teacher, professor Flitwick and Transfiguration was professor McGonagall. She suspected an elder woman who always wore strange boots, to be the Magical creatures teacher and then there was a young professor Sprout in Herbology. The other teachers were mysteries to Hermione, well except one other person, Hagrid, the outside caretaker, and half giant. Hermione knew, from Harry, that Hagrid had been expelled from Hogwarts in his third year and that Dumbledore had persuaded, at that time, headmaster Dippet to train him as caretaker. She wondered if Dumbledore knew that it wasn’t Hagrid who had let out the horrible creature...

Monday morning Miranda awaked Hermione with much annoyance. Normally Hermione was a quickie to get up, but the weekend seemed to have taken away her strengths.

“Hol! Holly!” Miranda yelled and hit her with one of the pillows. Hermione turned around, and opened her eyes while yawning.

Finally Hermione got up and took a fresh shower before getting her cloths and school robes. Dumbledore had helped her out a bit knowing that she had no money.

Sirius, Remus, Peter, and James were waiting in the common room when Hermione and Miranda entered. Lily, who didn’t have a room in the Gryffindor tower, met them, as usual, in the Great Hall.

They were only metres away from the doors to the Great Hall, when a young, black-haired and very familiar, boy entered.

“Snivilus!” James yelled out and Hermione saw the boy freeze before he entered and disappeared through the doors. She knew who that boy was. She glanced at Sirius and James who was howling of laughter and then turned her gaze away from them when they entered the Great Hall.

“Why don’t you let him go?” Hermione finally spoke when they were eating breakfast. James looked at Hermione for a second before remembering what she talked about. He shrugged and she heard Sirius say that it was because he existed. She sighed annoyed wishing to pursue the matter when Remus whispered something to her.

“They’ll grow up sooner or later,” he whispered. She sighed followed by a weak smile. She knew how the future was like.

Their first class was DADA and Hermione took a seat with her friends on first row.

“Good morning,” a cheerful man stepped into the room and glanced at them all. “Ah! You must be miss Raven!” He walked over to her and shook her hand while she nodded. “I am professor Bloominus,” he returned to his desk and took a seat.

“Much is going on in the world and it is required that every person has to know about the danger before leaving Hogwarts,” he looked at the students and Hermione had already a notebook ready. “Who can tell me what the Unforgivable Curses is?” Hermione shot her hand up almost before he finished the sentence; he smiled pleasantly nudging his head towards her.

“They are three curses which will be enough reason for landing in the Azkaban prison,” she started out softly, her eyes had turned sad and she suddenly felt bad being there telling about it. The professor urged her to go on awarding her five points. “The first one is the Imperius Curse, complete control over another human being, you can make a person do whatever you please.”

Hermione could hear some of the students gasp surprised before going on. “Then there is Cruciatus curse, inflict torture course...” gasps was heard once again before Hermione went on. “Third one and worst of all of them,” it felt like the class held their breaths as Hermione spoke, she was surprised how little they knew about this. “Avada Kedavra.” She said and let out some air like the rest of the class. “It’s the killing curse, mainly used under the...” Hermione stopped remembering that she was in the middle of the first war and was uncertain of it was a good thing to mention. “...Leaves the victim with open eyes and stiff as a if under the stunning spell with fear written in their faces...” Everyone seemed slightly flabbergasted at her words and the professor nodded.

“Miss Raven is quite right. You seem to know so much about this, can you tell me if there is a counter curse?”

“Yes, no, well there is in some way...” Hermione started out and the professor moved in his chair.

“There is really no counter curse for Avada Kadavra or Cruciatus, but if you’ve been under Imperius many times and have a strong mind, you are able to break the spell,” once again her professor nodded and Hermione fell silent.

“Ten points, miss Raven,” he rewarded her. She didn’t know if she should smile, the topic was quite delicate to her. Voldemort had killed her parents with Avada Kadavra and she now sat in a room with people-who-was to be/had been killed by the curse.

Hermione found it unnerving that people didn’t know that Voldemort was back... well, back it so much to say. That Voldemort was rising. She felt like being back in her fifth year when the Ministry of Magic had concealed the truth about his return, people were having fun as if everything was ay okay.

“I’ve been given permission from the ministry and the headmaster to curse you under the Imperius so that you know how it feels, do not worry, nothing bad will happen,” Hermione sank in her chair.

The last one who said that was a madman.

They were all lined up and each student was cursed. Some laughed as the first student under it was told to jump around. The professor let him go and glared at them all furiously.

“I do not see the funny thing in this, perhaps you will be able to pinpoint it? What’s to laugh about when under Imperius? This is a curse that allows another person control you!” His voice was sharp and Hermione was surprised to find such temper in him. “Kill yourself, and if under that curse, you will!” The students seem to shrink, especially Sirius and James. “Now, next!”

Hermione stepped forward with an annoying feeling in her stomach. She heard the words just before she felt like being in heaven. His sharp words telling her to jump were cutting through the curse. She bended her knees and then stopped. She remembered Harry telling about it when he had managed to slip through the curse. He told her to jump again, but she didn’t move “Why should I?” She asked herself. Soon she was brought back and almost fell to the floor. They all looked at her surprised and she now knew how Harry had felt. She blushed and suddenly found her nails interesting.

“Miss Raven, how did you do that?” The skilled DADA professor asked. She looked up and wrinkled her nose before answering.

“Well, I just didn’t feel like jumping... resisting...” she told him and they were dismissed.

“Hey Holly!” Her friends rounded her before she could get away. “Are you okay?” Sirius asked concerned and Hermione nodded.

“Have you tried it before?” James asked stupidly and was immediately hit hard in the ribs by Lily.

“My last school taught us in this, um... that time I was effected, I guess I’ve just grown or something, I don’t know,” Hermione let out a long stream of air as they went to the next class.

Annoyed by the thought that the whole school would know before lunch, Hermione took her seat in potions.

It was a sweet young woman called professor Holiday, who was teaching and Hermione could easily say, that this was the most relaxed potion lesson she had ever experienced. She looked around and met a pair of black eyes. She smiled noticing it was her potions master... well her fellow student for now. He blushed and removed his gaze from hers. Hermione felt stunned, had he blushed? Was he shy? OH MY GOD! Hermione could help giggling while she prepared to do the potion.

Hermione liked to work alone then she was able to show her skills completely.

“Can anyone tell me what this potion is called, what it is used for and how you found out of it?” The professor Holiday asked when she had written some ingredients up on the blackboard. Hermiones hand shot up followed by Snapes. “Miss Raven, is that right?” The professor asked and Hermione nodded, “go ahead.”

“Well, judging (she tried to sound like an expert) from the “main” ingredients, Amphor and Thick Roots, it’s not common ingredients in standard potions. Thick Roots is mainly used in co-operation with healing because it is close to the ground, earth. Amphor is dried leaves from a special oak that can only be found in the forbidden forest. It has a special sedative effect when used in potions.” Hermione looked at the blackboard to see if she had missed any ingredient, which could turn it upside down. “Well, it doesn’t seem like there is any ingredients for it to lead away from a healing potion and I reckon it can be used to calm down persons, remove the pain...”

“Miss Raven is quite right, ten point to Gryffindor,” The professor smiled and Hermione returned it. A small cheer was heard in the class and Hermione felt someone padding her on the shoulder. She smiled that she wasn’t scowled over and called a miss-know-it-all.

Being the best student ever attending Hogwarts in fifty years (though being back in time it was a little less), Hermione made potion to perfection earning ten points to Gryffindor for a cleverness and potion skills.

“Is there anything you can’t do?” Her friends asked as they headed for lunch. Hermione smiled vaguely and blushed.

“You really outdid Snivilus!” Sirius exclaimed and Hermione sent him a rather cold look, but he didn’t notice.

“Yeah, the greasy git didn’t even get to load of his knowledge,” James encouraged and Hermione shuddered slightly annoyed that he was still called greasy git.

“He’s actually quite sweet and intelligent!” She finally blurted out and her friends stared at her in horror. “Trust me on this, he’s...” Hermione didn’t know how to describe him and then she gasped startling her friends. She had just realized that she was in love with her potion master. And what about his young appearance, she didn’t know him. Her friends looked at her nervously and she smiled.

“Just got an idea,” Hermione lied and ate her lunch.

Time travelled fast and it was already Thursday. Hermione had a meeting with Dumbledore Friday afternoon and now she was heading for potions.

“Good afternoon class,” professor Holiday said exited. “Today we’re going to be working in pairs. Some of you wish to work alone, but not this time. You have to learn to work with others,” the professor clapped her hands together excitedly and people began scattering around. First Hermione was unsure of whom she should be with. Lily was with Remus and James with Sirius. She considered for a moment Peter when she noticed Snape sitting in a corner by himself. Hermiones stomach jolted for a second and she swung her bag and headed for him. She stood in front of him and with a sweet and polite ‘hem-hem’ she made Snape look up at her.

“Is this seat taken?” She looked into his intense eyes before he looked away. Wow, she had won an eyeing contest! Against Snape! He shook his head and she smiled and dumped her bag next to the table and took a seat. Her friends, well actually the whole class (Gryffindors and Slytherins) looked at her as she took a seat next to him.

The assignment began and Hermione found it just as hard to lead a conversation with him as it was with the adult Snape.

“My name is Holly Raven,” she said confident, he looked up into her eyes before returning to the project. “You’re Snape, Severus Snape,” she tried to start a conversation again before she, with her wand, summoned the ingredients they needed. Snape lit the fire beneath their cauldron.

Okay, by the end of the class Hermione had to realise, that getting into a conversation with Snape was completely impossible.

“It was nice working with you, Severus,” she smiled a sincere smile and stalked off with her friends.

“What are you trying Holly?” Sirius asked as they had gotten up from the cold dungeons.

“What do you mean, Padfoot?” She asked innocently as they headed for the common room.

“You’re trying to befriend Snivilus...” Peter added and Hermione shot him an evil glare, and you could almost see him running for cover behind Sirius and James.

“For your information, yes, he is brilliant when it comes to potions. He has a great mind. You can see it just by looking at him,” Hermione let her bag fall to the floor and fell into a chair in the hearth of the room. “Just leave it to me, I am sure I can break through the skull of his. Besides, I think it is ridicules with all that hatred between Gryffindor and Slytherin. And it’s only between those two houses. If you ask me, it’s immature” Hermione told plainly and got out her homework.

Her work was soon done, all those hours of studying in the library had always paid off and had made it possible to do her homework quickly, but precise as always.

“You guys, I’m heading for the library...” Hermione said and trailed off. She was shivering lightly as she walked the corridors of Hogwarts with her black school robe billowing around her.

The library was deserted when Hermione entered; it was perfect. Nothing to distract her from throwing herself into loads of books. She gathered half a million books and headed towards the end of the library. She had a favourite spot in the library. Just beneath the window in the far end of the library stood a table, which she loved to sit at. She turned around a corner (a bookshelf) when she found her table occupied. She stood in some moments biting her lower lip; he looked so sweet and so shy.

“Is this seat taken?” She asked carefully. He shook his head without even looking at her. “Thank you,” she put down the books carefully and began reading while taking notes. Since she didn’t have her notes here in the past, she had to get some new.

“As I told my friends, I think it is pretty immature that Gryffindor and Slytherin loathes each other...” She said smugly and opened the first book.

“Why? If you are so arrogant, then why don’t just leave it to those involved?” His voice was low and carefully. Hermione was quite taken aback by his answer.

“Arrogant? Yes of course. I could leave you and let you be tortured by my friends...”

“Then why don’t you?” He looked up from his book and so did Hermione. She could recognise him again. Maybe it was because they were alone that he didn’t feared being cold.

“Why should I?” She questioned. He looked into the book of his again, but Hermione knew he wasn’t reading.

He soon closed his book and excused himself. Hermione watched him disappear before letting her head fall between her hands. Why is he being so stubborn? He should be in Gryffindor then!

The evening crept over quietly and Hermione headed back to the Gryffindor tower to meet her friends before dinner.

Arriving in the Great Hall caused many to stare at Hermione. She sighed and took a seat. She school probably knew that she had tried to “befriend” professor Snape... Snape... Severus.

“Holly, look!” Lily punched Hermione carefully, snapping her out of her own world. Hermione looked confused at Lily. “That boy over there, don’t look, he’s the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain, Alexander Orland. He asked me a lot of questions about you and now he’s looking at you!” Hermione turned her head slightly noticing the guy smile and remove his gaze from her.

One thing she had learned attending Hogwarts, was that pretty faces didn’t necessarily mean a sweet personality. She learned that the hard way, Gildory Lockhart. She sighed embarrassed and shoved the idea away. She was only interested in one thing now, to befriend Severus Snape.

“If he asked you out, would you say yes?” Lily asked quietly so that Miranda had to stretch her neck to hear every word.

“I don’t think so...” She responded thoughtfully.

“Why not? He’s gorgeous!” Lily sniggered but immediately cut it ff by the look from James. “I am pairing her with him, not myself,” she said reassuringly and kissed him. Hermione felt slight twinge in her heart.

“Please no, there are more than just pretty faces. I once knew this really good looking man, he turned out to be a complete fraud...” Hermione informed them. Gildory Lockhart, he was nothing more than a pretty face. Now looking back in the mirror Hermione was quite unsure why she fell for him, he was certainly not THAT pretty.

“Are you interested in someone else? I am sure I can fix you up with him,” Lily smiled a sneaky smile and Hermione shook her head laughing. She hadn’t believed that Lily was the great matchmaker.

“No thank you, Lil. I can manage it by myself I’m sure,” Hermione giggled and threw her head to the side making her hair loosen up. Her hair cascaded down her back in great curls, and she didn’t even notice the many stares she attracted when doing it. Her once tangled hair had been replaced with glorious curls, matching with her deep brown liquid eyes.