Author: Pendragon
Beta Reader: Pah. Are you implying I can't spell?
Main Characters: Hermione & Severus Snape. Also featuring Draco, Harry and Ron.
Disclaimer (1): I am not in posession of Harry Potter or related charcaters.
Summary: Hogwarts, being Hogwarts, has issues with boredom. It decids to counter this with a little time travelling. But every timetraveller so far has trailed disaster, and will Hermione granger be any different? Yes she will when the Mauraders turn up to take her back to their time and annoy the fuck out of a lot of people!
Severus Snape watched the seventh year advanced potion class with distaste boardering on concealed pride. The six students sitting here had been handpicked by himself out of all houses as distinguised brewers and excellent researchers, and none to date had dissapointed him.
From his own house, Slytherin, sat two boys; Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, bent over a cauldron and stirring evenly. From Hufflepuff there sat a boy named Ernst Dacuul, a surprise to many, because had he been slightly more serious he would have been in Slytherin. Next to him sat the lone Gryffindor, Hermione Granger, stirring diligantly while he chopped mandrake leaves. From Ravenclaw sat Terry Boot and Douglas Edwards, stirring too quickly. Low murmors of concentration and talk streamed across the dungeon classroom and suddenly silence fell.
Potions, bottled neatly, were reverantly carried upto his desk and laid on the mahogany wood for inspection. Blaise and Draco's was in a silver topped bottle – they would loose points for that, it was meant to be a lypanthcary potion after all. Terry and Edwards' bubbled much to Snape's amusement, and seemed to be trying to escape. Granger and Dacuul's was perfect, a pale gold in colour and steaming slightly.
He shook them and watched in horror as the Ravenclaw's sprouted teeth and bared them at him.
"It appears," he said distantly, glaring at them, "You have managed to produce a were-potion, not wolfsbane." They glanced, shamed, at their feet.
Blaise glraed at Draco when told about their loss of points, and Malfoy muttered something about not thinking. Grudgingly, Severus examined the Hufflepuff/Gryffindor attempt and smiled thinly.
"Excellent." He said silkily, smiling, "Please pass it to professor Lupin in your next class as reserves. I am sure he will test it to gain you top marks. Mr Malfoy, Mr Zabini, decant yours and pass it to him as well. Marks at the end of the next full moon. Class dismissed."
He watched as they filed out of the classroom, Granger hurridly, the rest sullenly. Of course, as soon as she left the doorframe there was a cry of her name and the sound of two pairs of shoes carrying her away to her next class.
"Harry! Ronald!" came the familiar wail of surprise, and two thwacking sounds. Pertubed, he strode behind his select classes to witness whatever was happening in the classroom.
Hermione was standing over the two boys, text books surrounding the floor on which they lay, and four bodies stretched over the corridor in various states of moaning and swinging punches.
A tall, dark boy with a long mane of hair and wild eyes, high cheekbones and a sharp chin glanced up from his posistion on the floor.
"There he is! Bloody Snivellous!" he screamed, and Snape watched in wild eyed surprise as the brat scrabbled to his feet and launched himself at the professor.
"Ten points from whatever house you're in, boy." Snapped the man and was flung to the floor by a pair of hands around his waist bearing him towards the flagstones of his dungeons.
"You stupid jackass, Snape!" came a feeble whimper from another shape, another boy. This one had wild short hair, piercing blue eyes and all the grace of both a natural leader and a lady's man. He too grabbed hold of the wall and hauled himself up. Instead of joining his friend, he crossed the hallway tiredly and peered down at a human shape lying in the shadows.
"Professor Snape!" Severus heard a voice, and within seconds the angry boy had been leviated off him and he was sitting up, rubbing his head.
"Are you alright, sir?" came the concerned voice of Draco Malfoy, and Severus growled and stood up. Shaking his robes out he glanced around until he saw the fallen Harry and Ron.
"Potter!" he barked furiously, and Harry sat up sullenly.
"Yes, professor Snape, sir?" he muttered, rubbing his messy hair backwards and forewards across his scalp in an attempt to placate his acheing head. At that moment the other boy, still crouched over the shadows, stood up and glared at the darkly clad professor.
"Yes, professor Snape, sir?" he mimicked in a high voice, sending a scornful glance towards Harry, who looked up flabbergasted. "Old bat!" he sent a vindictive glare towards Snape, and stalked forwards.
"You magy, ravenous bastard! How dare you do that to our friend?"
"Behave with some respect!" came a gentle but angry voice from the other side of the dungeon. A girl, dressed in fitted black robes with Gryffindor trimming on them and a neat uniform stepped forward, angrily sustaining a leviation charm on a struggling boy above her head.
The rude, obnxious boy gazed at her in admiration, but quickly pushed it to the back of his mind.
"First –" she cut off his beginning tirad, "First you appear out of nowhere and fall on top of my best friends, then you scatter my books all over the floor, then you attack a Hogwarts teacher and are rude to Harry and then, then you have the nerve" she was screaming now, and he was cowering slightly, "To accuse professor Snape of some stupid prank! How dare you?"
"What?" shouted the original struggling boy leviating, "Professor Snape? What rubbish has that deceitful Slytherin told you? Him, a professor? Mr trainee deatheater? Mr attack defenceless others? He'll stand by and let Voldemort kill you!"
"But, but," Ron sat up, nursing his head too, "V-V-Voldemort's dead."
There was silence for a while and then the two boys joined in peals of laughter.
"Who killed him then, nutcase?" demanded the second messy boy, sneering slightly.
"I killed him, mr Potter." Snapped Severus, and seized them both by the ears as Hermione dropped the leviating boy. They gasped in shock and then howled again.
"Miss Granger, if you would please take miss Evans and mr Lupin to the hospital wing, Potter Junior and Weasley you go to. Mr Malfoy and mr Blaise, come with me, leviate these boys. Rest of you off to classes."
"Miss GRANGER?!" came a horrified gasp from the two boys and Hermione glared at them.
"What is wrong with my name?!" she snapped, and they both gulped.
"Nothing!" they chimed hastily, and she watched Severus haul them off towards the headmaster's office, with them screaming abuse at him and glancing at her every now and again. Cautiously she moved towards the dim shadows.
Lying there, with her eyes closed, lay a girl with an almost elvin face and red hair that streamed neatly down her back interwoven with a few plaits. She appeared to be unconcious, and had blood trickling over one eye and cheekbone. Her lips were pursed in a slight smile.
"Enervate!" whispered Hermione, and the girl stirred slightly and then opened her eyes.
"Hermione?" she whispered softly, and Hermione felt a small hand close over hers. "We've been so worried about you."
Hermione rocked back on her heels and creased her forehead. Something was telling her she knew these people, and more specifically this girl. The girl had now closed her eyes again, but her hand was still in Hermione's.
A slight squeeze to her fingers reminded her why she was here, and she hurridly glanced across to where another shape lay.
This was a boy, with long touseled hair and a weary expression on his wild looking face. He too looked vaguely familiar. But he would be, wouldn't he? He, at least, she knew as professor Lupin who had taught her for two years now. But why would she know this girl – and how did the girl know her name?
"Mione!" came a distant voice, and she found a pair of hazel flecked eyes gazing at her from his face.
Mione? Mione? Now, where had she heard that before? Nevermind, better things to do right now.
"Hello Remus." She muttered, surprised at her own mouth.
And then she smiled, threw the information to the back of her mind for further analysis and pulled the boy to his feet. Then she conjured up a stretched for the girl and left them for a second.
Harry and Ron were still looking befuddled. She tapped her foot until they sprang up, and together they made their way towards the hospital wing.
Hermione was still trying to work out why the boy kept giving her 'We-have-been-friends.for.yonks.remember' looks and why the girl refused to let go of her hand.