The Time Turner Chpt 2 [Hermione/Lucius]
Chapter 1
Chapter Two
Hermione groaned softly as the back of her head connected with a hard brick wall, and she waited until she was sure the world had stopped spinning around her before slowly cracking her eyes open. As she became aware of her surroundings, she realized that she was in the abandoned transfiguration corridor. Rolling her eyes at herself, the Gryffindor scrambled to her feet and tugged at her robes, slinging her bag back over her shoulder.
Everything seemed completely normal - the castle was silent excluding the gentle hum of hundreds of hushed voices in classrooms. Occasionally there was a pitch in the sound as a teacher spoke a little louder, or a girl shrieked with laughter as she fell victim to the playful pranks of friends. Sighing softly, Hermione ran a hand through her hair, a slight smile tugging at her lips. She had panicked for nothing - everything was perfectly fine. Glancing down, Hermione's relaxing thoughts froze as she realized her time turner was indeed broken.
Breathing in deeply before she began hyperventilating, Hermione tried to look at things from a logical point of view - after all, that was what she did best! Biting down on her lip, Hermione glanced about before deciding her best bet was to find the Headmaster - she prayed it was still Dumbledore, she didn't think she could handle anyone else. Releasing her pent up breath, Hermione began to walk along the corridor, moving as quietly as possible.
Unable to resist herself, Hermione peered into the transfiguration classroom as she passed, and was surprised to see Professor McGonogall standing before a class of attentive students. As light applause broke about as the Professor transformed into her typical cat. Hermione couldn't help the slight smile that ghosted over her lips - it was good to see something she knew well. The appearance of McGonogall also confirmed to Hermione that Dumbledore was Headmaster, as he had been the transfiguration professor before McGonogall.
Quickening pace, it took several minutes for Hermione to reach Dumbledore's study, and when she did, she realized she didn't have the password. The Gryffindor stared at the gargoyles hopelessly, and they stared right back until Hermione finally heaved a sigh and decided to beg entry from the stone structure. “You wouldn't happen to allow me entry if I said please and told you that its an emergency, would you?”
A stone eye swiveled round to look at Hermione, studying her for several seconds before replying with a simple 'no'. Groaning in frustration, Hermione racked her brain for something that could possibly be the password. She knew the headmaster was fond of muggle sweets, and so she began to list off every sweet she could think of, Hermione finally got a response at gobstones. Beaming to herself, Hermione called a quick “thank you” over her shoulder at the Gargoyle's as she dashed up the winding, moving stair case.
The door was ajar when she reached it, and the bushy haired witch knocked tentatively as she watched Dumbledore slowly lift his head, his surprise only thinly veiled. “Come in, Miss...”
“Granger,” Hermione offered as she moved into the study and promptly sat in one of the plush chairs across from Dumbledore. “Hermione Granger.”
“Ah, very well Miss Granger. Now, I hope you'll be willing to forgive my ignorance, but I'm afraid I do not know who you are,” at this, Dumbledore rested his elbows on the desk, clasping his hands together and peering at Hermione intently. “This proves to be very odd, considering I know everyone, including the house elves, if only by sight.”
Hermione smiled wryly. “I think I can give you an answer as to why that is, Professor.” Without waiting for a reply, Hermione launched into a detailed description of what had happened, ensuring she didn't include anything that could give Dumbledore hints as to what occurred in the future.
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Professor McGonogall was giving the gargoyle's the headmasters password when Harry and Ron slid round a corner, looking frantic as they jogged up to where their head of house stood, with Malfoy nearby.
“I take it you overheard me speaking to Mr Malfoy, boys?”
“What happened? Is Hermione alright? What'd you do to her, Malfoy?” Harry shot the Slytherin a glare at his last question, before returning his attention to Professor McGonogall.
“Miss Granger is perfectly fine. However, this needs to be reported to Professor Dumbledore, and then her parents will need to be informed. I suggest you two come up as well, I expect you'll want to know why we know that Miss Granger is alright.”
Without waiting for a reply, Professor McGonogall stepped onto the winding stair case and hurried up it quickly, offering only a single knock on the study door before entering. Her expression was grim, mouth pursed into a thin line. “She's gone back, Albus.”
Dumbledore's expression changed from surprise, to concern, then to relief quite quickly as McGonogall and the three boys sat down - two looking concerned for their friend, another looking concerned for himself.
“I was hoping fate would play itself out differently this time 'round. It seems I will get no such luck...” Dumbledore murmured to himself as he pushed away the parchment he had been reading.
“What to you mean, Professor? Did you know this was gonna happen, or something?” Of all three boys, Ron looked the most worried.
“I'm afraid so. Minivera, would you be so kind as to fetch Severus for me? I'll inform Lucius of the events myself.” McGonogall nodded, rising from her seat and hurrying from the room.
“What does my father have to do with this, Professor?”
Dumbledore glanced over at Draco with a chuckle and a twinkle in his eye, “I'm afraid the most I can tell you is that your father is concerned because Miss Granger is currently speaking to me, in my office, in the year 1974. She'll be schooling for the next few months with all of your fathers and mothers, as well as Sirius, Remus and Peter, Harry.”
“Hermione's going to school with my parents?”
Before Dumbledore could reply, Ron was voicing the question that had been nagging at him for several minutes. “Sir, you said you knew this was going to happen... so why didn't you warn Hermione?”
Dumbledore smiled thinly. “That, Mr Weasley, is what I am about to explain to you. Now, one of the key things you need to understand is that time is not set in stone - what happened in the past can change, as well as the present and future. This is because life can have hundreds of different paths, and no one can know which one will occur. Even when a prophecy is made, it is only telling of one of the things that could happen.
Now, if Miss Granger's time turner had not broken today in mid use, what happened in the past would be wiped from the memory of those who experienced it. In other words, no one that went to Hogwarts during Miss Granger's stay in the past, would recognize her if they met her for the first time today. It also means that anything significant she did would not be in play anymore, and memories and situations would be altered. If you look in the trophy room now, you will find a small dedication to Miss Granger due to her bravery and intellect.”
Harry and Ron shared a slight grin, before Harry piped up. “So she's in Gryffindor, then?”
“Of course not!” The croaking voice caused Ron, Harry and Draco to jump, looking about to see where the voice had come from. “Up here you idiots,” looking up, the sorting hat was identified as the voices host.
“Then what house is she in?” Harry queried, while Ron muttered something along the lines of “probably Ravenclaw”
“Slytherin, of course.”
“WHAT?” It wasn't just Harry and Ron that rose from their seats, gaping at the hat - Draco had joined them, his expression one of disbelief. “Why?”
“Well you can't expect a hat like me not to have some fun when the chance is offered, really.”
“But she's a Mugglebborn,” Draco spluttered, sinking back into his seat. However, the hat was silent from then on. Several moments later, there was a knock at the door and McGonogall and Snape entered - Snape wearing an unfathomable expression, while McGonogall couldn't seem to prevent the smile at her lips despite the situation.
“Wait,” said Harry slowly, “this means she was at school with you to!” Snape merely offered a sneer in return.
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Chapter Two
Hermione groaned softly as the back of her head connected with a hard brick wall, and she waited until she was sure the world had stopped spinning around her before slowly cracking her eyes open. As she became aware of her surroundings, she realized that she was in the abandoned transfiguration corridor. Rolling her eyes at herself, the Gryffindor scrambled to her feet and tugged at her robes, slinging her bag back over her shoulder.
Everything seemed completely normal - the castle was silent excluding the gentle hum of hundreds of hushed voices in classrooms. Occasionally there was a pitch in the sound as a teacher spoke a little louder, or a girl shrieked with laughter as she fell victim to the playful pranks of friends. Sighing softly, Hermione ran a hand through her hair, a slight smile tugging at her lips. She had panicked for nothing - everything was perfectly fine. Glancing down, Hermione's relaxing thoughts froze as she realized her time turner was indeed broken.
Breathing in deeply before she began hyperventilating, Hermione tried to look at things from a logical point of view - after all, that was what she did best! Biting down on her lip, Hermione glanced about before deciding her best bet was to find the Headmaster - she prayed it was still Dumbledore, she didn't think she could handle anyone else. Releasing her pent up breath, Hermione began to walk along the corridor, moving as quietly as possible.
Unable to resist herself, Hermione peered into the transfiguration classroom as she passed, and was surprised to see Professor McGonogall standing before a class of attentive students. As light applause broke about as the Professor transformed into her typical cat. Hermione couldn't help the slight smile that ghosted over her lips - it was good to see something she knew well. The appearance of McGonogall also confirmed to Hermione that Dumbledore was Headmaster, as he had been the transfiguration professor before McGonogall.
Quickening pace, it took several minutes for Hermione to reach Dumbledore's study, and when she did, she realized she didn't have the password. The Gryffindor stared at the gargoyles hopelessly, and they stared right back until Hermione finally heaved a sigh and decided to beg entry from the stone structure. “You wouldn't happen to allow me entry if I said please and told you that its an emergency, would you?”
A stone eye swiveled round to look at Hermione, studying her for several seconds before replying with a simple 'no'. Groaning in frustration, Hermione racked her brain for something that could possibly be the password. She knew the headmaster was fond of muggle sweets, and so she began to list off every sweet she could think of, Hermione finally got a response at gobstones. Beaming to herself, Hermione called a quick “thank you” over her shoulder at the Gargoyle's as she dashed up the winding, moving stair case.
The door was ajar when she reached it, and the bushy haired witch knocked tentatively as she watched Dumbledore slowly lift his head, his surprise only thinly veiled. “Come in, Miss...”
“Granger,” Hermione offered as she moved into the study and promptly sat in one of the plush chairs across from Dumbledore. “Hermione Granger.”
“Ah, very well Miss Granger. Now, I hope you'll be willing to forgive my ignorance, but I'm afraid I do not know who you are,” at this, Dumbledore rested his elbows on the desk, clasping his hands together and peering at Hermione intently. “This proves to be very odd, considering I know everyone, including the house elves, if only by sight.”
Hermione smiled wryly. “I think I can give you an answer as to why that is, Professor.” Without waiting for a reply, Hermione launched into a detailed description of what had happened, ensuring she didn't include anything that could give Dumbledore hints as to what occurred in the future.
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Professor McGonogall was giving the gargoyle's the headmasters password when Harry and Ron slid round a corner, looking frantic as they jogged up to where their head of house stood, with Malfoy nearby.
“I take it you overheard me speaking to Mr Malfoy, boys?”
“What happened? Is Hermione alright? What'd you do to her, Malfoy?” Harry shot the Slytherin a glare at his last question, before returning his attention to Professor McGonogall.
“Miss Granger is perfectly fine. However, this needs to be reported to Professor Dumbledore, and then her parents will need to be informed. I suggest you two come up as well, I expect you'll want to know why we know that Miss Granger is alright.”
Without waiting for a reply, Professor McGonogall stepped onto the winding stair case and hurried up it quickly, offering only a single knock on the study door before entering. Her expression was grim, mouth pursed into a thin line. “She's gone back, Albus.”
Dumbledore's expression changed from surprise, to concern, then to relief quite quickly as McGonogall and the three boys sat down - two looking concerned for their friend, another looking concerned for himself.
“I was hoping fate would play itself out differently this time 'round. It seems I will get no such luck...” Dumbledore murmured to himself as he pushed away the parchment he had been reading.
“What to you mean, Professor? Did you know this was gonna happen, or something?” Of all three boys, Ron looked the most worried.
“I'm afraid so. Minivera, would you be so kind as to fetch Severus for me? I'll inform Lucius of the events myself.” McGonogall nodded, rising from her seat and hurrying from the room.
“What does my father have to do with this, Professor?”
Dumbledore glanced over at Draco with a chuckle and a twinkle in his eye, “I'm afraid the most I can tell you is that your father is concerned because Miss Granger is currently speaking to me, in my office, in the year 1974. She'll be schooling for the next few months with all of your fathers and mothers, as well as Sirius, Remus and Peter, Harry.”
“Hermione's going to school with my parents?”
Before Dumbledore could reply, Ron was voicing the question that had been nagging at him for several minutes. “Sir, you said you knew this was going to happen... so why didn't you warn Hermione?”
Dumbledore smiled thinly. “That, Mr Weasley, is what I am about to explain to you. Now, one of the key things you need to understand is that time is not set in stone - what happened in the past can change, as well as the present and future. This is because life can have hundreds of different paths, and no one can know which one will occur. Even when a prophecy is made, it is only telling of one of the things that could happen.
Now, if Miss Granger's time turner had not broken today in mid use, what happened in the past would be wiped from the memory of those who experienced it. In other words, no one that went to Hogwarts during Miss Granger's stay in the past, would recognize her if they met her for the first time today. It also means that anything significant she did would not be in play anymore, and memories and situations would be altered. If you look in the trophy room now, you will find a small dedication to Miss Granger due to her bravery and intellect.”
Harry and Ron shared a slight grin, before Harry piped up. “So she's in Gryffindor, then?”
“Of course not!” The croaking voice caused Ron, Harry and Draco to jump, looking about to see where the voice had come from. “Up here you idiots,” looking up, the sorting hat was identified as the voices host.
“Then what house is she in?” Harry queried, while Ron muttered something along the lines of “probably Ravenclaw”
“Slytherin, of course.”
“WHAT?” It wasn't just Harry and Ron that rose from their seats, gaping at the hat - Draco had joined them, his expression one of disbelief. “Why?”
“Well you can't expect a hat like me not to have some fun when the chance is offered, really.”
“But she's a Mugglebborn,” Draco spluttered, sinking back into his seat. However, the hat was silent from then on. Several moments later, there was a knock at the door and McGonogall and Snape entered - Snape wearing an unfathomable expression, while McGonogall couldn't seem to prevent the smile at her lips despite the situation.
“Wait,” said Harry slowly, “this means she was at school with you to!” Snape merely offered a sneer in return.
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