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Changes Chap 1
Hermione growled and threw the book across the room, with a resounding thump it hit the wall and joined a stack of abandoned books. The young witch cursed loudly and leaned forward resting her elbows on her knees. "There has to be something!" She exclaims as she stands up and begins to pace. "He's not dead, he can't be. I have to find some way to save him."
Hermione ignores the door as it slowly opens to reveal her mother. "Hermione love, what was that thud?"
"I dropped a book, mum." She says stiffly willing her mother to take the hint and leave her alone.
Her mother sighs and glances around the library, noting the books that were stacked and scattered dangerously around the room. "Alright." She says slowly. "You really should get some rest, dear."
Hermione snorts, that wasn't going to happen. She knew she probably looked like death rolled over. Her hair was frizzed, dirty, and matted. She hadn't slept properly for weeks and she hardly ate anything. As soon as she had got home she locked herself in the library. "I'm fine, mum."
Hermione watches her mother nod slowly and leave. Once the door shuts she tiredly drops into a chair. She had lied twice in less than five minutes to her mother. How funny the lies seem to just roll of her tongue effortlessly. Then again she's used to lying, have been for years.
Her parents didn't know what really went on in the wizarding world and Hermione had watered down her school years. Accidentally forgetting about how many rules she had broken and how close she came to dying each year.
Her parents also thought she was turning seventeen this year. They didn't know that she had used a time-turner in third year and had added a year to her life. And nobody knew she was using a time-turner once again. It wasn't the same one she used in third year; no Professor McGonagall took that one. This time-turner Hermione found at Grimmauld Place while they were cleaning last summer.
She remembered how Sirius had smirked and turned his head when she found it. Hermione had quickly shoved the time-turner into her pocket and proceeded to hide it in her trunk when she reached her room. Truth be told she had forgotten all about the time-turner until she got home. And she's been using it ever since.
The Ministry had added Hermione's extra year with the time-turner in her third year to her records so she was now able to use magic freely. The first thing she had done was expand the library, then she went shopping for books. Some of the books she needed however couldn't be found on Diagon Alley. So with a flick of her wand she sent her books home, disguised herself, went back a few hours, and entered Knockturn Alley.
Why the time-turner you ask. If someone should see her in Knockturn Alley and actually figure out who she was she could point out how impossible it was for her to be in two places at once because she was also in Diagon Alley at the same time.
A loud tapping at the window pulls Hermione from her thoughts. The woman looked up and glared at the large black owl tapping at her window. Slowly standing up she made her way to the window and threw it open. Taking the letter from the owl she wondered who it could be. She had made it perfectly clear she didn't want anything to do with the Order. Not after everything that's happened. She frowned when she realized it was from Ron and wondered briefly why he didn't use Pig.
Hey, how's your summer going? Have you heard anything from Harry? Not much is going on here. But guess what! Kreacher finally kicked the bucket. Mum figures Buckbeak had something to do with it. I don't care as long as he's gone.
P.S. Everybody says hi.
Hermione smirked when she read about Kreacher's unfortunate accident. Go Buckbeak.
Hermione shoos the owl away, closes the window, and tosses the letter onto the ground. Last year she felt sorry for Kreacher and would have ranted and raved. But that was last year, she had changed since then. Hermione wasn't sure when the change occurred. Most likely it was at the Ministry. She unconsciously raises her hand and lays it on her chest. She would be scarred forever because of Antonin Dolohov.
Hermione once again flops into the large chair. Pulling the time-turner out from under her shirt she twists it slowly trying to figure out how to fix everything. 'I could go back in time.' Yes, that would be easy enough. But how far back could she go, and what then? She would have to create a new identity; that wouldn't be too bad; after all she hadn't felt like Hermione in a while. And no matter what the Ministry couldn't find out.
Hermione nibbles her lip trying to sort out the details. The best thing would be to go back to fifth year. She could create a new identity perhaps become the DADA teacher. She would have to take a muggle name. Jane Williams would do, it was a common name and Hermione would be able to remember it easily. Hermione's back stiffens and she pushes the time-turner under her shirt as she's suddenly hit with an epiphany.
She would stay in this time for a while more using the time-turner to turn the remaining month into a couple of years. She would have to study and practice spells. Hermione nods and stands, it was time to leave and begin her work. The girl steps quietly out of the library and shuts the door behind her, glancing at the hallway mirror she freezes in shock. "Is that what I look like?" She asks incredulously. "Okay, shower first, work later." Hermione smiles widely, after all she had all the time in the world.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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