Time Tells
Chapter One: Mystery
Hermione never really got around to telling Harry and Ron that she was once again using a time turner.
With all of the special lessons for each of her normal classes, along with attending the normal class, then adding on the fact that she was head girl, well, needless to say Hermione hardly had time for herself, let alone to tell her friends that she was once again in possession of a time traveling device.
Plus, they would just use it to further save the world from impending doom, or to perform a prank.
More then likely the later.
Running to her extra Potions class with a few Ravenclaws and of course Malfoy, She suspected that potions was the only class he was passing, she tripped on a loose cobble stone, and fell face first.
It hurt, it really did. Landing on one's face is an experience that no one should have to go through, not only do you have a great chance of smashing your face up, but anything you were carrying got smashed as well.
Well, for Hermione it was a bit worse.
A strong feeling of spinning and nausea along with a feeling of being stretched and morphed, then let be, accompanied her face getting smashed up along with the one thing she was really carrying. Her time turner.
A boy in tattered Gryffindor robes walked up to her, bent over and started to shake her senseless.
"Wake up, you have to wake up." He whispered fiercely. "If one of the professors catches you, you're in for it, come on wake up!"
Hermione already felt sick, and nauseated from her fall, the shaking didn't help the situation.
She woke up as the boy had bid of her, then immediately lost her lunch on his robes.
That was the last memory she clearly recalled before passing out again.
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"Oh good, she's waking up!"
"Hush! You want Bit to catch us?"
"Honestly, you boys!" a feminine voice joined the boys "She needs to get to the hospital wing immediately, and you Remus, need to change that robe." She stated matter-of-factly.
Hermione clutched her head. She heard 'Boys' then "Remus" she suspected that the boy who had found her was the one she was referring to.
"I'll carry her." A familiar voice said in an almost worried way. It sounded like Harry, but it couldn't be.
If Hermione remembered anything about that fall, it was that she landed directly over her Time Turner, and it had shattered.
She replayed the scene she heard over and over in her mind until her genius let her come to the answer.
She was indeed in the year 1977.
Remus was still attending school, and his robes were tattered because he turned into a wolf once a month, a very fierce werewolf.
Harry was often told, in her presence, and perhaps more out of, that he was remarkably like his father James. So, the girl's voice had to be Lily. A sharp pain in her chest reminded her that the glass shards were more then likely still in her.
Hermione moaned and the pain sharpened.
"Shhh." One of the guys grasped her hand, "Lily's just removing the pieces of glass, and then we can bandage you."
"Guys?" a squeaky voice perked up. "Bit's coming this way."
"We have to move her Lily." The same deep voice that held her hand spoke up. Hermione guessed it was Sirius; she could see Remus, in a blurry way, on the other side of her. And this voice wasn't squeaky, nor did it remind her of Harry.
"I'm almost done, one more second."
"We don't have a second lily!" The Harry voice spoke urgently. Then she realized the difference. Harry was almost always calm, and colleted, and his voice was smooth. This voice was hasty and quick, and harsh. She guessed that in a different circumstance, it would be rather cheerful, and ready to laugh, but now, they were about to get caught.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" a voice whispered in a drawl.
"Wormtail." All the previous voices whinned accusingly.
"I was watching the professor!" the squeaky voice said defensively. "He is two turns from us by the way."
"Snape get the hell out of here! Bit is coming. You don't want to get caught do you?" James snapped.
"Who is this?" he came over and kneeled.
"We don't know, alright, now get the hell out!" James snapped.
Now Hermione was a tad confused. It sounded like James was trying to help Snape, but why? They didn't sound like friends form what she has heard, and from how they were talking now.
"Honestly, you expect me to leave you five be when your about to get detention from hell, just because your helping a girl you don't know? I thought you would know be better Potter, after these six years. Rejectus!"
There was a quick yelp from Hermione because of the intense pain, but it was over rather quickly.
Hermione felt instantly better, and drifted off to sleep.
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When she woke, it was warm. Her head had stopped spinning and she felt quite capable of opening her eyes.
When this task was completed, after long tries to find her eyes stinging, she realized that she was in Gryffindor tower, with no Time turner, and with five Gryffindors and one Slytherin around her sleeping.
From their sitting positions, she guessed that they fell asleep while waiting for her to wake. She chuckled to her self as she gazed curiously on all six of them.
Her eyes fell on Lily, Red head, and famous green eyes that were currently hidden from view. She had puffy hair, which was just tamed enough that it looked nice. Unlike Hermione's bushel an inch. Lily had a book under her arm titled 'Hexes and.' and the last part was hidden by her arm.
She chuckled at this; it reminded her to much of her self for her not to find the situation ironic. It was kind of like looking at herself, but not.
Her eyes moved onto the boy beside Lily, with his arm resting on the top of the sofa. At least she knew that everyone was right when they said that Harry looked exactly like his dad. The messed up hair, the relaxed 'flopped' poise on the couch, and the way all the cares in the world seemed to rest so easily on his shoulders. It was basically like looking at Harry.
She turned onto Sirius. He looked younger, and more alive, then again when she first saw him he was on the run and had just recently escaped from Azkaban after being there for twelve or so years. She saw him turn and scowl, almost wanting to say that everything would be alright in the end. She held herself back, and turned on.
Remus had obviously changed robes, or cleaned the other. It still looked tattered, but what did that matter? Looking at him, she realized that he looked rather small and young, from what she saw before, and in comparison with the others. Maybe he was a year younger then the rest? They weren't ever quite clear on that.
He too was suffering from dreams he couldn't escape. His eyes whizzed back and forth across his eye lids as he let out tiny whimpers of pain and fear. She walked forward, thinking on wanting to stop the pain when she bumped into something.
She looked down at her feet and saw a scrawny boy with short brown hair. Since there was no one else, and Snape had back hair, she guessed that this was Peter. He was curled up like a small cat would be. And he almost looked like he wasn't eating nearly enough.
She figured that Ron's keeping him a cage added to his weight. She couldn't stand looking at the traitor any longer. A thought passed through her head. What if she could change the future and make it so he doesn't feel remorse towards his friends?
First she'd need to see how much time she had to work with, and then find out what was causing that remorse.
At the moment she didn't have time to ponder that. Her eyes fell on a more immediate mystery.
Snape.
From what her memory was telling her, Snape was the main reason they weren't caught. He was the simple reason why she had time to think over all she had.
Looking at him, she realized that he was far more relaxed then she had ever seen him. His hair probably added to the 'niceness,' that seemed to form around him. It after wasn't oily. But why had he helped her?
From looking at the room in an open view, she saw the Lily and James were in front of her with Remus and Sirius on her left and right respectively, Wormtail in the center, and Snape in the chair behind hers.
They had circled her, was it in protectiveness, worry, or to make it easier to catch her if she flied without talking with them?
She walked closer to Snape. Why had he been there? Why had he helped? Why, above all else was he in the Gryffindor common room acting like her savior when, if he had insisted on helping, he could have easily left right afterward?
She knelt beside him. Why did he seem to belong when he above all else should clash?
He jerked. Another nightmare, she thought, did they all have them? No, Lily and James didn't, but they had each other in a sense.
Hermione bent forward, closer to Snape's face, she was breathing sharply. She hadn't ever been this close. He kept blowing on a piece of his hair, irritated.
Before she could stop to think, she swept it behind his ear, with her fingers barely touching his face.
But it was enough.
"Morning already hum? Or are you just board just watching us sleep like this?" Hermione was shocked to be looking at steel sapphire eyes instead of closed ones. A smirk played across his face as she jumped back a bit. "Now I'm not 'that' ugly hum?" he stretched. "Or were you just shocked that I woke up?" he chuckled warmly, "Well, if the later was the case, then its your own fault, you woke me." He pointed to his forehead. "I felt you move my hair." He said accusingly. "Also, normal people aren't right in the face of someone who's sleeping, or did you find me irresistible? No? Well then you had better be explaining yourself missy, I hate not knowing something before the golden team does, so you had better hurry up before they wake." He looked at her oddly.
Mione was still very shocked. Snape was being nice. He reminded her of Dumbledore in a way. Kind and warm, nothing like the Snape she knew. "OK, do you talk, cus if you do, you had better tell me your name before I dub you silenced." She woke up from her deep gazing, and noticed that she was starring at his eyes, more into them but still.
When she tried to talk, it felt like she was attempting to talk after being quiet for a day or two. "My," she coughed. "My name is," and she remembered. No one here could know her name; she would meet each of them, besides Lily and James, in the future. It was taboo to give a name to someone you would meet later in you real life. So she quickly lied. "Gwen."
"And?" he made a motion with his hands as to indicate more, he wanted to know more.
Well her last name couldn't hurt. "Granger."
"G-G? Giji! It fits you fine!" he softly chuckled at his own wit.
"I beg your pardon!" she exclaimed, and he immediately jumped up and covered her mouth.
They were very close. Hermione now realized that he was slightly taller than her, by at least a head, but no more then head and neck. She felt him breathe "Shh." Onto her. "We don't want to wake them; after all they hardly were able to stay awake after we arrived. You owe them a good sleep. You understand?" Hermione nodded, and he let go of her mouth. "Good, now I'm Severus Snape." He made a fancy bow. "Prefect of Slytherin."
"Snake." She smiled.
"Hum?" he looked a bit shaken.
"S-S. Sounds like hissing, and a snake hisses."
"Ahh, you're catching on" and he sat down on a free couch in front of the fire, then patted the cushion next to him, "We can talk here and not disturb them."
Her feet took her over and she sat down, and then brought up her legs. Who ever was sitting beside her, she preferred him to her greasy professor.
"So, when are you from?"
"When?"
"You have Hogworts robes on, and if none of these people know you, then you're from here, just another time, logically of course. If I'm wrong just tell me so."
"No, your right, I'm from twenty years ahead in time." What was she saying?!
"So that glass use to be a time turner, am I correct?"
"Perfectly." She looked at him oddly again.
"So Gwen Granger isn't your name right?"
"Can you read minds?"
"Beg your pardon?"
"Can- you- read-minds?"
"Nope, I'm just using what's known as a brain. Most people neglect theirs. If you're from another time, with a broken time turner, then you know not to give your real name to people you'll meet later on, so that's how I figured that 'Gwen Granger' wasn't your real name."
"Oh."
"Will you tell me your real name? I have a time turner myself, so I won't freak later."
"Hermione Granger."
"It's pretty."
"Thanks." The inner Hermione was about to kill her outer self. Trusting SNAPE? Of all people! But the outer Hermione thought that, this wasn't Snape, at least not the one she had met before.
What changed him?
"When's your birthday?"
"September fifteenth."
"Mine's December 12th."
"Are we just going to play twenty questions?" she asked a bit worried.
He smirked. "Sure why not?" he moved into a sitting position that placed him closer to her. "What is your favorite thing to do?"
"Read."
"Color?"
"Sapphire."
He smirked. "Food?"
"Sandwiches."
"Why?" he asked a grin growing.
"Because you can eat them while doing practically anything else." She answered then realized that he said it with her. "You can read minds." She chastised.
"No."
"Then?"
"Same answer." He shrugged and turned to her. "Color thing to do, food, all the same." He chuckled again. "So I took a chance."
"A chance?"
"A chance."
"Why?"
"Because I had a feeling that you would say it." And he smiled.
"You awake?" a yawning Sirius stepped over.
"Yeah Padfoot, we are up, what gave you the first clue? Was it the talking?" Snape asked in a teasing fashion.
"yeah." He yawned. "It was. So find out who the mystery girl is?"
"Her name is Gwen." Snape answered before Hermione had a chance. "She just transferred, and was a bit lost finding her way here when she fell."
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AN: alright, I know, two SS/HG and only one chap each. But I was board people!
MY beta was taking forever on beta-ing and I couldn't think of anything else to write so I wrote this off the top of my head.
Snape is OOC and I'll explain that if I get to other chapters, but an all around good idea that's merely a play on the Mione goes back and they fall in love. So bare with me k?
Review.
Relena~
Chapter One: Mystery
Hermione never really got around to telling Harry and Ron that she was once again using a time turner.
With all of the special lessons for each of her normal classes, along with attending the normal class, then adding on the fact that she was head girl, well, needless to say Hermione hardly had time for herself, let alone to tell her friends that she was once again in possession of a time traveling device.
Plus, they would just use it to further save the world from impending doom, or to perform a prank.
More then likely the later.
Running to her extra Potions class with a few Ravenclaws and of course Malfoy, She suspected that potions was the only class he was passing, she tripped on a loose cobble stone, and fell face first.
It hurt, it really did. Landing on one's face is an experience that no one should have to go through, not only do you have a great chance of smashing your face up, but anything you were carrying got smashed as well.
Well, for Hermione it was a bit worse.
A strong feeling of spinning and nausea along with a feeling of being stretched and morphed, then let be, accompanied her face getting smashed up along with the one thing she was really carrying. Her time turner.
A boy in tattered Gryffindor robes walked up to her, bent over and started to shake her senseless.
"Wake up, you have to wake up." He whispered fiercely. "If one of the professors catches you, you're in for it, come on wake up!"
Hermione already felt sick, and nauseated from her fall, the shaking didn't help the situation.
She woke up as the boy had bid of her, then immediately lost her lunch on his robes.
That was the last memory she clearly recalled before passing out again.
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"Oh good, she's waking up!"
"Hush! You want Bit to catch us?"
"Honestly, you boys!" a feminine voice joined the boys "She needs to get to the hospital wing immediately, and you Remus, need to change that robe." She stated matter-of-factly.
Hermione clutched her head. She heard 'Boys' then "Remus" she suspected that the boy who had found her was the one she was referring to.
"I'll carry her." A familiar voice said in an almost worried way. It sounded like Harry, but it couldn't be.
If Hermione remembered anything about that fall, it was that she landed directly over her Time Turner, and it had shattered.
She replayed the scene she heard over and over in her mind until her genius let her come to the answer.
She was indeed in the year 1977.
Remus was still attending school, and his robes were tattered because he turned into a wolf once a month, a very fierce werewolf.
Harry was often told, in her presence, and perhaps more out of, that he was remarkably like his father James. So, the girl's voice had to be Lily. A sharp pain in her chest reminded her that the glass shards were more then likely still in her.
Hermione moaned and the pain sharpened.
"Shhh." One of the guys grasped her hand, "Lily's just removing the pieces of glass, and then we can bandage you."
"Guys?" a squeaky voice perked up. "Bit's coming this way."
"We have to move her Lily." The same deep voice that held her hand spoke up. Hermione guessed it was Sirius; she could see Remus, in a blurry way, on the other side of her. And this voice wasn't squeaky, nor did it remind her of Harry.
"I'm almost done, one more second."
"We don't have a second lily!" The Harry voice spoke urgently. Then she realized the difference. Harry was almost always calm, and colleted, and his voice was smooth. This voice was hasty and quick, and harsh. She guessed that in a different circumstance, it would be rather cheerful, and ready to laugh, but now, they were about to get caught.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" a voice whispered in a drawl.
"Wormtail." All the previous voices whinned accusingly.
"I was watching the professor!" the squeaky voice said defensively. "He is two turns from us by the way."
"Snape get the hell out of here! Bit is coming. You don't want to get caught do you?" James snapped.
"Who is this?" he came over and kneeled.
"We don't know, alright, now get the hell out!" James snapped.
Now Hermione was a tad confused. It sounded like James was trying to help Snape, but why? They didn't sound like friends form what she has heard, and from how they were talking now.
"Honestly, you expect me to leave you five be when your about to get detention from hell, just because your helping a girl you don't know? I thought you would know be better Potter, after these six years. Rejectus!"
There was a quick yelp from Hermione because of the intense pain, but it was over rather quickly.
Hermione felt instantly better, and drifted off to sleep.
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When she woke, it was warm. Her head had stopped spinning and she felt quite capable of opening her eyes.
When this task was completed, after long tries to find her eyes stinging, she realized that she was in Gryffindor tower, with no Time turner, and with five Gryffindors and one Slytherin around her sleeping.
From their sitting positions, she guessed that they fell asleep while waiting for her to wake. She chuckled to her self as she gazed curiously on all six of them.
Her eyes fell on Lily, Red head, and famous green eyes that were currently hidden from view. She had puffy hair, which was just tamed enough that it looked nice. Unlike Hermione's bushel an inch. Lily had a book under her arm titled 'Hexes and.' and the last part was hidden by her arm.
She chuckled at this; it reminded her to much of her self for her not to find the situation ironic. It was kind of like looking at herself, but not.
Her eyes moved onto the boy beside Lily, with his arm resting on the top of the sofa. At least she knew that everyone was right when they said that Harry looked exactly like his dad. The messed up hair, the relaxed 'flopped' poise on the couch, and the way all the cares in the world seemed to rest so easily on his shoulders. It was basically like looking at Harry.
She turned onto Sirius. He looked younger, and more alive, then again when she first saw him he was on the run and had just recently escaped from Azkaban after being there for twelve or so years. She saw him turn and scowl, almost wanting to say that everything would be alright in the end. She held herself back, and turned on.
Remus had obviously changed robes, or cleaned the other. It still looked tattered, but what did that matter? Looking at him, she realized that he looked rather small and young, from what she saw before, and in comparison with the others. Maybe he was a year younger then the rest? They weren't ever quite clear on that.
He too was suffering from dreams he couldn't escape. His eyes whizzed back and forth across his eye lids as he let out tiny whimpers of pain and fear. She walked forward, thinking on wanting to stop the pain when she bumped into something.
She looked down at her feet and saw a scrawny boy with short brown hair. Since there was no one else, and Snape had back hair, she guessed that this was Peter. He was curled up like a small cat would be. And he almost looked like he wasn't eating nearly enough.
She figured that Ron's keeping him a cage added to his weight. She couldn't stand looking at the traitor any longer. A thought passed through her head. What if she could change the future and make it so he doesn't feel remorse towards his friends?
First she'd need to see how much time she had to work with, and then find out what was causing that remorse.
At the moment she didn't have time to ponder that. Her eyes fell on a more immediate mystery.
Snape.
From what her memory was telling her, Snape was the main reason they weren't caught. He was the simple reason why she had time to think over all she had.
Looking at him, she realized that he was far more relaxed then she had ever seen him. His hair probably added to the 'niceness,' that seemed to form around him. It after wasn't oily. But why had he helped her?
From looking at the room in an open view, she saw the Lily and James were in front of her with Remus and Sirius on her left and right respectively, Wormtail in the center, and Snape in the chair behind hers.
They had circled her, was it in protectiveness, worry, or to make it easier to catch her if she flied without talking with them?
She walked closer to Snape. Why had he been there? Why had he helped? Why, above all else was he in the Gryffindor common room acting like her savior when, if he had insisted on helping, he could have easily left right afterward?
She knelt beside him. Why did he seem to belong when he above all else should clash?
He jerked. Another nightmare, she thought, did they all have them? No, Lily and James didn't, but they had each other in a sense.
Hermione bent forward, closer to Snape's face, she was breathing sharply. She hadn't ever been this close. He kept blowing on a piece of his hair, irritated.
Before she could stop to think, she swept it behind his ear, with her fingers barely touching his face.
But it was enough.
"Morning already hum? Or are you just board just watching us sleep like this?" Hermione was shocked to be looking at steel sapphire eyes instead of closed ones. A smirk played across his face as she jumped back a bit. "Now I'm not 'that' ugly hum?" he stretched. "Or were you just shocked that I woke up?" he chuckled warmly, "Well, if the later was the case, then its your own fault, you woke me." He pointed to his forehead. "I felt you move my hair." He said accusingly. "Also, normal people aren't right in the face of someone who's sleeping, or did you find me irresistible? No? Well then you had better be explaining yourself missy, I hate not knowing something before the golden team does, so you had better hurry up before they wake." He looked at her oddly.
Mione was still very shocked. Snape was being nice. He reminded her of Dumbledore in a way. Kind and warm, nothing like the Snape she knew. "OK, do you talk, cus if you do, you had better tell me your name before I dub you silenced." She woke up from her deep gazing, and noticed that she was starring at his eyes, more into them but still.
When she tried to talk, it felt like she was attempting to talk after being quiet for a day or two. "My," she coughed. "My name is," and she remembered. No one here could know her name; she would meet each of them, besides Lily and James, in the future. It was taboo to give a name to someone you would meet later in you real life. So she quickly lied. "Gwen."
"And?" he made a motion with his hands as to indicate more, he wanted to know more.
Well her last name couldn't hurt. "Granger."
"G-G? Giji! It fits you fine!" he softly chuckled at his own wit.
"I beg your pardon!" she exclaimed, and he immediately jumped up and covered her mouth.
They were very close. Hermione now realized that he was slightly taller than her, by at least a head, but no more then head and neck. She felt him breathe "Shh." Onto her. "We don't want to wake them; after all they hardly were able to stay awake after we arrived. You owe them a good sleep. You understand?" Hermione nodded, and he let go of her mouth. "Good, now I'm Severus Snape." He made a fancy bow. "Prefect of Slytherin."
"Snake." She smiled.
"Hum?" he looked a bit shaken.
"S-S. Sounds like hissing, and a snake hisses."
"Ahh, you're catching on" and he sat down on a free couch in front of the fire, then patted the cushion next to him, "We can talk here and not disturb them."
Her feet took her over and she sat down, and then brought up her legs. Who ever was sitting beside her, she preferred him to her greasy professor.
"So, when are you from?"
"When?"
"You have Hogworts robes on, and if none of these people know you, then you're from here, just another time, logically of course. If I'm wrong just tell me so."
"No, your right, I'm from twenty years ahead in time." What was she saying?!
"So that glass use to be a time turner, am I correct?"
"Perfectly." She looked at him oddly again.
"So Gwen Granger isn't your name right?"
"Can you read minds?"
"Beg your pardon?"
"Can- you- read-minds?"
"Nope, I'm just using what's known as a brain. Most people neglect theirs. If you're from another time, with a broken time turner, then you know not to give your real name to people you'll meet later on, so that's how I figured that 'Gwen Granger' wasn't your real name."
"Oh."
"Will you tell me your real name? I have a time turner myself, so I won't freak later."
"Hermione Granger."
"It's pretty."
"Thanks." The inner Hermione was about to kill her outer self. Trusting SNAPE? Of all people! But the outer Hermione thought that, this wasn't Snape, at least not the one she had met before.
What changed him?
"When's your birthday?"
"September fifteenth."
"Mine's December 12th."
"Are we just going to play twenty questions?" she asked a bit worried.
He smirked. "Sure why not?" he moved into a sitting position that placed him closer to her. "What is your favorite thing to do?"
"Read."
"Color?"
"Sapphire."
He smirked. "Food?"
"Sandwiches."
"Why?" he asked a grin growing.
"Because you can eat them while doing practically anything else." She answered then realized that he said it with her. "You can read minds." She chastised.
"No."
"Then?"
"Same answer." He shrugged and turned to her. "Color thing to do, food, all the same." He chuckled again. "So I took a chance."
"A chance?"
"A chance."
"Why?"
"Because I had a feeling that you would say it." And he smiled.
"You awake?" a yawning Sirius stepped over.
"Yeah Padfoot, we are up, what gave you the first clue? Was it the talking?" Snape asked in a teasing fashion.
"yeah." He yawned. "It was. So find out who the mystery girl is?"
"Her name is Gwen." Snape answered before Hermione had a chance. "She just transferred, and was a bit lost finding her way here when she fell."
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AN: alright, I know, two SS/HG and only one chap each. But I was board people!
MY beta was taking forever on beta-ing and I couldn't think of anything else to write so I wrote this off the top of my head.
Snape is OOC and I'll explain that if I get to other chapters, but an all around good idea that's merely a play on the Mione goes back and they fall in love. So bare with me k?
Review.
Relena~