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Righting A Wrong	By : Rapunzel Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2556 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Righting A Wrong
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It felt as it always had, being pulled through time, only more powerful than she had expected. She knew it was because of the time difference. After all, she was going much, much further back than she was used to. Instead of the quick drift that lasted only a few seconds, this felt like falling and she was picking up speed with every passing moment.

The sensation was slightly uncomfortable, something she related to the residual dizziness of riding too many rides at an amusement park. All the rules and suggestive facts she had absorbed from hours of reading about time traveling came flying back to her on instinct as a well-rehearsed coping mechanism was set into motion. She clung to one particular line that, with a little practice, had made the sensation feel as normal as riding a train. She pictured herself wedged between Ron and Harry in one of the seats, eating candy bought from the trolley and warning them to change into their robes before they arrived.

Another sharp, unnatural lurch had her stomach flipping uncomfortably. 'Close your eyes, breathe and it will all be over before you know it.'

Only the moment the ride was supposed to come to an end came and went, leaving Hermione feeling an alarm that grew into full blown panic as the seconds ticked by without a relief of the dizzying sensation and lines of light threatening to pierce her eyes like daggers should she open them.

Breathing out in a steady stream to keep air from forcing its way up her nose, she suddenly found it difficult to take air in. The threat of suffocation was enough to send her heart rate climbing and she felt the horror cover her like a white sheet as she realized all her time traveling in the past before had been done in the space of a single breath.

The force made it impossible to move her arms in order to reach her wand and for a dreadful second, she felt her world closing in on her as her mind grew dim with the lack of air.

A powerful burst of wandless magic was all that saved her, born of sheer adrenaline as she managed to cast the Bubblehead charm over herself and gratefully breathed in the oxygen it provided.

Calming herself as she panted for breath, she concentrated hard on stretching out her senses, sucking in a shocked breath at what she felt. Something else was...intervening, her mind struggled to supply the right word. But she could feel it, this powerful awareness, possessing more magic than anything or anyone she had ever felt. It had taken hold of her time path and was altering it.

With a gulp, she realized her only choice was to let the turner take its path and she braced for impact.

It was not her lucky day, as it turned out. As she realized the tiny spec of brown in the distance was actually the ground coming up to meet her within the frame of a few seconds, she managed to cast a wandless Cushioning spell just before her body hit the floor. As the ground absorbed her form like the material on a Muggle trampoline, she clenched her teeth as she realized what was coming next and knew she had absolutely no way of stopping it.

With a startling lurch, her body was thrown into the air as the floor instantly righted itself when the spell dissipated and she was thrown heavily into the ceiling before promptly falling to the ground again with as sickening crack.

Debris loosened from the impact with the ceiling fell mercilessly on top of her, leaving her a bleeding, broken mess of a girl in a crater-like indention in the unforgiving stone worthy only to the dungeons of Hogwarts. She was, thankfully, unconscious even before she hit the ground.

For a moment, the silence was allowed to stretch as the Potions classroom full of six year students simply stared in shock and amazement along with their Professor, no one quite possessing the mental capacity to think clearly after such a surprise.

The strange girl lay in a shimmering golden force field flickering against the settling dust around her, making her look almost like a sentient being. Her shoulder length, brown curls lay in a halo about an angelic face that would seem almost serene were it not for the blood and gashes that littered her arms and legs, visible where her robes had been ripped apart in places. Sparks of electric blue burst to life and burnt out in the same moment in various places surrounding the impact as many layers of shield charms fell with her unconsciousness.

Many were in shock from the impact and the catastrophic crash that came with it, many were astonished at the level of power she exuded, others that knew where to look were rightfully intimidated by the amount of power it took to sustain that many shields at one time while the rest were simply outdone by the fact a strange girl no one had ever seen before that was their age had just crashed quite spectacularly into the one place on earth no living person was supposed to be able to enter using magical means.

In the end, it was a seventeen year old Severus Snape who came forward in long, sure strides, his face a mask of indifference as he knelt next to the girl, staying wisely outside the force field's circumference and casting a quick Diagnostic spell to ascertain the damage. A few flicks of his wand freed her of any remaining debris as he waited for the results to appear.

The ink-black robes he wore naturally curved around her body, shielding the sight of her form from the other students.

The effect was immediate, as if not being able to see the cause of the calamity anymore was able to spurn them into action.

Professor Slughorn sent a quick Patronus to inform the Headmaster and ordered the rest of the students back to their common rooms, dismissing the class in a stern voice.

Lilly Evans knelt next to Severus and whispered something too soft to hear legibly before raising her wand, a smooth, graceful thing of Sea birch and unicorn hair, over the girl in pause.

Severus trained black eyes to the results of the Diagnostic spell, the stern tilt of his brow the only insight into the wrought iron determination he held. His eyes scanned the results in a hurried motion twice before calling out the direst of her injuries in a crisp tone, careful to articulate every syllable with an almost painful perfection.

"Internal hemorrhaging in the upper-left quadrant of the right lung." His own wand, black as night and sharp as a knife, made harsher, more deliberate movements compared to the fluid grace that was Lilly's style.

Even before he finished the sentence, the sleek redhead's wand was making complicated motions in the air and the rushing hum of magic filled the room.

There was a sickening crunch as her lung was pushed back into place and re inflated. A collective wince when her bones were reset. Slughorn actually turned his body away when they mended the fractures in her skull. Mending the part of her jaw that had come unhinged had been tricky but Lilly had managed to pull it off to the awe of her Professor, who had no idea either of his pupils were capable of such advanced magic.

The girl was already regaining consciousness as the Headmaster and Madam Pomfrey entered the classroom only to be shocked into place at the sight that met them. It was obvious that both had anticipated the sight of a dying girl, when instead they found a girl that appeared to be just waking up from a quiet nap. If it weren't for the catastrophe of a potions class that was all around her and the report of Slughorn's Patronus earlier, the Headmaster would hardly have suspected her capable of being involved.

Seeing the pair of students beside her, Mr. Snape and Miss Evans, his expression changed from thinly veiled astonishment to a knowing grin.

He marveled at the fact they had had time to heal all her injuries, including the small ones, clean up the blood and even repaired her robes.

He carded a hand through his bright-red beard thoughtfully, sky blue eyes twinkling in his assessment of the situation. His robes of royal purple lined with silver stars clashed loudly with the fire red of his beard and hair, making him stand out in stark contrast to the grey rubble of his surroundings.

"Well done, the both of you," he praised jovially. "One hundred points will be awarded to both Gryffindor and Slytherin for your sharp wit, quick thinking and unprecedented skill demonstrated for for your age. I think, however, that Madam Pomfrey and I can take it from here. If you would be so kind as to please return to your common rooms for the evening..."

Even as he said this, there was a soft, feminine moan at their feet as all attention shifted to the girl.

Almond eyes tried to blink away the blurriness as the shapes in front of her moved and shifted together in one great mass. "My head..." she managed to utter as she tried to sit up and was promptly pushed back with a firm but gentle nudge.

She felt as her hand was taken and the smooth glass of a potions vial was pushed into her palm.

"Drink this," the woman's voice told her and she complied, recognizing that tone all too well.

The taste was just as terrible as she expected it to be but when she opened her eyes again, this time everything came into focus and she was met with the sight of Madam Pomfrey looking...exactly the same! For a moment, she thought she had failed until the blurriness finally left her completely and she could see the significant lack of lines in the woman's face as she peered back at her critically. Her hair was a rich brunette instead of the grey-washed brown she remembered and her cheeks and lips were rosy with the tone of youth.

Hermione took a single breath and barely had time to exhale before the questions came, swift as bullets.

"What year is it?" The healer asked her assessingly, her fingers pulling up one of her eyelids to inspect her pupils.

Hermione blanched at the question. Something had altered her time path, so she really had no idea what year it was. If she couldn't answer or answered incorrectly, they would think she had brain damage and she decided immediately that she did NOT want to find out how far advanced this time was on memory charms.

That was when her eyes fell on the other two faces gazing down at her. There was a red haired witch that instantly reminded her of Ginny but with softer features and something eerily familiar about her hazel eyes and next to her...she felt the bottom fall out of her stomach as she met the gaze of her former Potions Master, his face exactly as she remembered only without the lines of age and fatigue that plagued him in the future.

His gaze narrowed on her sharply in suspicion at her expression of surprised recognition and she hastily scrambled her features into a mask of calm before answering.

"1977," she guessed, judging that they both looked to be about 17. She narrowly managed to stop herself from breathing a sigh of relief when the Mediwitch nodded sharply and continued in her line of questioning.

"What is your name?"

"Hermione Jean Granger," she answered without hesitation. This part was easy, at least. There was no reason to go by another name if the identity you're trying to hide hadn't come into existence yet.

"When were you born?"

Hermione did the math as quickly as she could, hoping no one had caught on to the slight hesitation. "April 7th, 1960."

The Mediwitch nodded and with an air of satisfaction, turned to regard the brightly-colored wizard standing to the side. Hermione had not noticed him before now as the form of Madam Pomfrey had shielded the sight of him.

She felt herself hastily trying to lower her brow from surprise and close her jaw from shock but not before both Lilly and Severus noticed the reaction.

Madam Pomfrey continued on without hesitation. "She was pretty banged up in the impact, whatever the cause," she eyed the wreckage with potent disapproval. "But she'll make a full recovery. I couldn't have done a better job myself, both Mr. Snape and Miss Evans have shown impressive skill. I would suggest a good meal and a long night's rest, perhaps a checkup in the morning, nothing more."

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey, that is quite a relief to hear. My dear girl, do you think you can stand without assistance?" The Headmaster inquired politely and Hermione had to fight the urge not to giggle as it finally hit her what he was wearing. The royal purple, velvet robes with that bright orange hair... Who would have guessed that Albus Dumbledore once had hair that could rival any one of the Weasleys? That was something she had definitely not seen coming.

Though, in retrospect, she supposed she should. His element was fire, his familiar was a Phoenix and he was the most fashionably flamboyant person she knew.

"Yes, I think so," she managed as she began to sit up. Every muscle protested the movement with sore reminders of the ordeal she had lived through but beyond that she seemed ok. It was as she stood and felt the weight of the time turner resettle against her chest, that she realized what she would have to do.

Her plan had not counted on this. In the plan, she would have arrived at the entrance to the Room of Requirement, giving her time to change and calm herself before performing the spell that would forever prevent anyone from taking the time turner away from her again.

If she didn't do this now, she would lack the element of surprise when they inevitably discovered the item and she had no desire to see Azkaban in this time or the future. Performing the spell on a time turner that technically didn't exist yet that she had conveniently just removed all the restricting and tracking wards from earlier before the time shift meant that what she was about to do would not alert the Ministry.

But it was bound to cause a few surprises.

There was a collective gasp as she pulled the time turner out from inside her robes. However, while the others were stunned with surprise, the Headmaster was more prepared. In a sudden shift of wandless magic, he had attempted to seize the item from her hands but she had anticipated his quick response and had already begun the first binding steps to the spell when the magic hit was cast, repelled uselessly off a golden barrier of light.

The first thing that happened was the pain, immense and excruciating, in the palm of her hand where the time turner lay. The scream that was torn from her throat was blood curdling, ringing off the walls of the room with shrill agony and sending a collective chill through the castle.

Still, she concentrated, even as she watched the gold melt into a liquid, burning her skin as it began to twist around her wrists and up her forearms, singing skin away wherever it touched and leaving an impeccable line of sparkling gold in its wake.

Her robes were burned away as it continued to spiral up her arms and down her sides to leave two sharp lines on each side of her lower stomach like an intricate tribal tattoo that framed her naval. She screamed and thrashed in pain as the light continued to sear through flesh until the markings continued on both her legs, stopping to curl into a small, half spiral at the top of each foot.

As the light died away, it revealed a once-again unconscious and completely naked Hermione left bare to the eyes of the Headmaster, the Potions Master Slughorn, the school Mediwitch and two sixth year students.

It was going to be an interesting year.
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