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NOTE: This is a sequel please read the prequel Changes.
Changes Two Chap 1
"Hermione love, what was that thud?"
"What?" Jane asks turning to look at her mother. What's going on? Glancing down at her hands Jane is shocked to see that they're still pale and soft, not tan and calloused from her weapon's training.
Her mother sighs and glances around the library, noting the books that were stacked and scattered dangerously around the room. "You really should get some rest dear."
Déjà vu, "Yes, maybe I should." Jane answers faintly. Or am I Hermione now? No, not her, but not Jane either, who am I? Did that really happen or was it all a dream?
Following her mother obediently Jane, Hermione? No she was still Jane just in Hermione's body- er- her younger self's body. When did I start thinking of Jane and Hermione as two different people?
Jane says nothing as her mother leaves. Instead the young witch prepares to take a shower in her bathroom. Pulling out the time-turner her eyes narrow as she takes in the empty trinket. "No sand." She comments before sitting it on the bathroom counter. Sticking her hand into her pocket Jane grasps her wand jumping slightly as it snaps as soon as her fingers wrap around the wood. Pulling out the broken tool Jane sighs sadly. "Looks like I'll be visiting Ollivander again." She says out loud.
Time is like a ribbon; it has no set pace and can move as it will. Twisting forward, doubling back, it's nothing but a giant loop. And if time is set off course then the ribbon splits to create a new pattern.
The witch stares into the large mirror. "So I'm back." She states frowning when she notices how her eyes seem to old for her face. "Or did I ever leave?" No, it did happen, the time-turner, her memories were proof of that.
Climbing into the shower she chuckles humorlessly. "And now in essence I am two people; twenty-six year old Jane Williams and seventeen year old Hermione Granger." The time-traveler frowns as she washes her body. "I'll have to retrain, my body is still to young." Will it be able to handle my new approach to controlling magic? Or will the magic be too much for this body to handle?
Closing her eyes the witch holds back a sob. "I'll have to live without everyone." Remus, Harry, Ron, they may be here but they're not the same, they don't know who Jane is. Harry's darker and Sirius… Sirius is dead. "No!" Jane denies poisonously. "He's not dead! He fell through the veil and I'll be damned if I give up on him." But even if I do save him he won't be my Sirius.
Jane, Hermione, the witch groans as she heads to Ollivanders. I have to get used to referring to myself as Hermione I'm not Jane any longer. Pushing open the door Hermione hesitantly steps into the musty store. "Mr. Ollivander?" She calls timidly looking for the old man before reaching for the wand in the window.
"May I help you?"
Gasping at the sudden noise Hermione grips Ravenclaw's wand and points it at the intruder. "Mr. Ollivander!" She cries, "I'm so sorry! You surprised me!"
"Ms. Granger if you would be kind enough to hand me that wand?" Ollivander asks holding out his hand for the girl to relinquish the magic tool.
Hermione shakes her head holding the wand to her chest and pulling out the pieces of her old wand. "No sir, with all due respect my old wand snapped itself and this one seems to call to me."
Stepping from the shop a few minutes later Hermione sighs. It appears that Ollivander was truly unsure about passing ownership of Ravenclaw's wand, especially to a 'child.' Finally though the old man had relented and the time-traveler finally had her old- er- new wand back.
Said witch turns her head to looks for who had called her name. "Oh! Neville! How are you?" She asks politely rather surprised to see him, it seemed unreal to be around those who didn't expect her to be a professor.
"I'm good." Her fellow Gryffindor replies, grinning widely. "How about you? I was calling your name but you didn't seem to hear me."
"I'm sorry, I was thinking and didn't hear you." She says immediately feeling contrite; smiling reassuringly Hermione tilts her head curiously. "So what are you doing here?"
"Oh!" Neville exclaims excitedly. "Gran's taking me to Ollivander's to get my own wand! I thought she'd be angry about the whole publicity thing, you know, with the ministry, but she says I'm starting to live up to my dad at long last!"
"That's wonderful Neville!" Hermione comments truly meaning it, "You'll have to owl me about what type you get."
"Okay!" Sobering a bit the Gryffindor boy looks questioningly at Hermione. "Are you all right? I mean you were hit pretty hard."
The girl waves off his worry quickly smiling slightly at his question. "I'm fine Neville, a twinge here and there but it's basically just a scar. A rather wicked looking scar if I do say so myself." She explains smirking.
"That's good." Checking his watch Neville groans. "Sorry I gotta go, don't want to keep Gran waiting."
"Alright, tell her I said hello!" Hermione commands waving as the boy leaves. Smiling widely she fights the urge to jump up and down glad that Neville was getting a new wand. "I have really got to learn to control my teenage hormones." She says finally shaking her head and walking toward the alley exit. It was time to do an exorcism on a certain wand… again.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Please Review! So what do you think? For those of you who were confused about the ending of chapter 32 let me explain a little. Hermione's entire mission as Jane was to save Sirius from the veil. When Sirius fought in the Department of Mysteries this time he didn't fall into the veil thus Jane's mission was fulfilled and her time out.