Chapter 1 Twisted

Hermione Granger stood in the small, dusty room she had discovered, staring into the Mirror of Erised, a mirror that was supposed to show a person what they desired most. Hermione was frowning at her reflection.

In it, her hair was soft and curling, not the frizzy mess it usually was. Her face was nicely made up, but not overdone. She looked noticeably attractive. She guess she did want that, to be attractive, but something else about the image made her frown.

She was wearing Slytherin colors. She didn't want to be a Slytherin at all! The mirror was mistaken, very badly mistaken.

From the other side, Hermione was also frowning at her reflection in the Mirror of Noisreva.

Look at my hair! she thought. And I'm not wearing a drop of make-up, not even lip gloss! And damn, I'm in Gryffindor colors! That'll happen when Dumbledore comes to tea! Yep, this mirror certainly shows what you have an aversion to, that's for sure.

Both versions of Hermione studied each other, one with some longing, the other with total distaste. They leaned toward the mirror, each placing a hand against the glass.

Suddenly, the glass of the mirror became like water, and both were drawn in, and then through each other, eyes closed and the world whirling around them as they passed through the mirror, reversing so their hands still pressed against the glass.

Both sets of eyes opened.

"What the hell was that?" each witch said, removing their hands from the glass.

It felt as if powerful magic had been invoked.

Both witches shrugged and left the room.

Hermione walked out into the familiar corridor, then stopped, frozen as Albus Dumbledore walked toward her, a tea tray in his hands.

"Ah, Miss Granger, I've just brewed a spot of tea in the kitchens, and was on my way to my office . . ." the wizard said, then frowned slightly as he got a closer look at the stunned witch.

"Miss Granger, may I ask you why you are wearing Slytherin colors?"

Hermione stared at him, then let out a scream, pulled out her wand and fired a stunner, catching Albus off-guard. The wizard fell, knocked out.

"Help!" Hermione screamed, running down the corridor.

"Help! The Dark Lord is inside Hogwarts! Help! Someone! Anyone! Summon the Aurors!"


Potions master Severus Snape was on his way to Albus' office when he heard yelling. Quickly, he billowed down the corridor, running into Hermione.

"Miss Granger, why in the world are you running through the castle screaming like a bloody Banshee?" he snarled at her.

Hermione stopped.

Oh hell. Of all the teachers she could have run into, it had to be this bleeding hearted wuss? Anyone was better than Snape. He thought first and hexed later. Definitely not the teacher for the job.

"Professor Snape, I need to find Professor McGonagall immediately! Or Professor Flitwick, or even Filch. There's an emergency and I need a teacher that can handle it," she said to him breathlessly.

Snape stared at her in disbelief. What did she say? Filch?

Then his eyes narrowed and he pointed a pale finger at her garb.

"What are you doing wearing my House colors?" he hissed at her.

"Professor, I don't have time for your lame jokes. The Dark Lord is in the castle. I've stunned him, but--"

"WHAT?" Snape yelled, running forward and grabbing her by the arm roughly. "The Dark Lord is inside Hogwarts? Where, you silly chit?"

Hermione was quite surprised Snape had grabbed her. Even more that he'd called her a 'chit.' Flabbergasted, she pointed down the corridor.

"Down there," she said, pointing.

Snape released her, his wand drawn and fairly flew up the corridor.

Snape, charging into action? Snape? This was hard to believe.

Hermione ran behind him. Albus was just waking up, sitting up on his elbows, drenched in tea and looking bewildered.

Snape stopped, staring at him.

"Headmaster, are you all right?" Snape asked as Hermione skidded up beside him, breathless.

"Don't ask if he's all right, you bloody idiot! Kill him or something!" she yelled at Snape, pointing her wand at Dumbledore.

"Are you insane?" Snape yelled, snatching her wand out of her hand.

Hermione promptly kicked him in the shin. Snape grabbed his leg and hopped about, snarling at her.

"I knew it! I knew you were in league with the Dark Lord!" she yelled at him as Albus calmly got to his feet and calmly Scourgified himself as Snape grabbed Hermione by her hair and swung her around.

"Ow!" she yelled, grabbing at his hand and trying to kick him some more.

"Stop it, you little hellcat! Have you gone mad?" Snape hissed, putting her in a chokehold and pulling her back against him, letting out a gasp as she elbowed him in the ribs and tried to drop and twist. She almost got away, but Snape held on to her.

"I'm going to bury you under the dungeons," he growled, tussling with her.

Albus walked up to the struggling pair, adjusting his glasses and peering through them at Hermione with a bit of amazement.

"Miss Granger, by any chance have you visited the Mirror of Erised in the past hour or so?" he asked her.

"I'll tell you nothing, you black-hearted fuck!" Hermione hissed before Snape clamped his hand over her mouth.

"You tell him what he needs to know, Miss Granger, and tell him now," Snape said in a dangerous voice, tightening his hold and cutting off her air supply.

Hermione tried to hold out, but she was weakening. She relaxed as Snape took his hand away.

"Yes. I was at the mirror, but you're not very smart, are you, Lord Bedaub Mules? It's called the Mirror of Noisreva, not what you said," she snapped as best she could, still struggling a little.

"Lord who? The mirror of what? Headmaster, do you have any idea what's wrong with the girl? Has she lost her mind?" Snape asked him, widening his stance so Hermione couldn't kick his legs.

Albus straightened, shaking his head slowly.

"No, Severus. I believe she's lost her way. Bring her to my office," Albus directed, picking up the tea tray, cups and teapot and heading for his tower.

Snape threw Hermione away from him, then pointed his wand at her as she started to flee down the corridor.

"Incarcerous!" he hissed, binding the witch with ropes. She fell on her side.

The wizard strode up and roughly lifted her from the ground, turning her to face him.

Hermione spit in his face, a look of hatred on her own.

Snape's black eyes glittered as he wiped the spittle off his cheek.

"You'll pay for that, Miss Granger," he said in a low voice. "Be sure of it."

Hermione let out a string of obscenities that turned Snape's ears bright red. He hadn't even suspected she had such a colorful vocabulary. He flicked his wand and a rectangle of duct tape covered her mouth, shutting it effectively.

"I'm going to enjoy ripping that off you," he said to her, then he dragged her up the corridor like a sack of rock cakes, following Albus.


A/N: This is another one I'm going to have to get back to. Thanks to JBC, she gave me a feasible why to pull this story off. It's kind of a through the looking glass story, but we are only going to focus on the Hermione who arrived on this side of Hogwarts, rather than the one in the other universe, because it would be too complicated since everything is ass backwards and I'd have to rearrange everyone's characters. Of course it will be HG/SS. And probably a lot of fun whenever I get to it. Thanks for reading.