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Complicated Hexagon by Jessi_Rose
Chapter 3: Fitting In
Chapter 3 - The Junior Head Girl
"Miss Granger," called an old familiar voice. "Can you hear me?" There was a soft shaking on her shoulders and she mumbled that she'd be down for breakfast soon. "Hermione, please wake up," the voice said warmly.
Hermione sat up and stared into a pair of serene blue eyes. "Professor Dumbledore?" She must have passed out on Head Girl duty. It was the weirdest dream. "Sir, I had a very strange dream. I dreamt that I saw..." But she stopped short as James and Sirius walked up behind the Professor. "Oh," she whispered.
"Miss Granger," his voice was calm, "How do you know myself and these students?"
"I..." She was so confused. "I made a potion...And...Erm...Here I am," she put hands up and shrugged.
"Yes, I figured it was time-travel," he said gravely. "And, what year did you come from, my dear?" He surveyed her through his half-moon spectacles and noticed a flicker of fear in her eyes. "Forgive me, perhaps that should not be answered. Can you tell us more minor things about your time so that we may accomodate you until your departure?"
"Yes, sir," she said as she glanced to James. Dragging her eyes away from him, she then looked to Sirius.
Her heart clenched. He looked so cheerful, so rebellious, and in just a few years he would be framed for his best friends' death and carted off to Azkaban.
She looked to the ground as she started telling Dumbledore of her present. "I am in my seventh year at Hogwarts. I am in all of the advanced classes. I have started a movement called S.P.E.W."
"Spew?" Sirius asked quizzically, cocking his head to one side.
"Honestly, it's not spew! It is the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare," she watched as all three of them were holding back grins. Her eyes rolled as she began to tell them the rest. "I am..."
"Head Girl," the two Marauders chorused together.
She smiled, her first true smile, proudly. Getting the Head Girl badge was the best thing that had ever happened to her. "Yes. I've also been called the brightest witch of my age."
James chuckled, "She must be Evans' daughter."
"No," she said sadly. "Lily...she...she's not my mum."
"You know Lily, too," Dumbledore repeasted, slightly taken aback. "When did you come from, Miss Granger?"
"I...Well...My seventh year is in nineteen ninety eigh." She was very apprehensive about telling them this.
"Bloody hell," said Sirius. "So, you must know us all. What --"
"Mr. Black, I forbid you to ask anything about your- or your friends- futures," Dumbledore warned.
"How do you know my name, Professor?" Hermione asked, breaking the silence.
Dumbledore gave her another piercing look and smiled benignly, "It was on your robes. Hermione Granger." He held up her Gryffindor robes and showed her the name that was sewn into her seam.
The nurse must have changed her while she was passed out. "When can I go back home, sir?"
"Soon enough, child. We just have to figure out a few things. I will talk with Professor Slughorn, the potions master, and see if he has an idea of what potion you used, since you don't know. James," he said turning to the confused looking boy, "Will you take Hermione to the Head Dorms? While she is here you and Lily will help her. If anyone asks tell them that she is the Junior Head Girl."
Dumbledore looked back to Hermione and inclined his head. "I hope the castle is to your liking. If you need anything at all, please come see me. I sent letter to a shop in Hogsmeade, they should be sending some clothes for you to wear while you are here. Perhaps Lily will let you borrow something from her wardrobe until they arrive?" He waved his hand and walked from the hospital wing, his sky blue robes swishing gracefully around his body.
"So..." Sirius breathed out heavily.
"You heard the old man," James said warily, "Don't pester her." He threw a shining smile at Hermoine and winked a twinkling eye at her. It seemed that his aura brightened considerably.
Hermione blushed at his curious expression. Her eyes dropped from his gaze to the floor. She studied the newly waxed floor with waning interest.
"Well, Ms. Hermione," Sirius said brightly with an ear to ear grin, "Shall we show you to your new living quarters?"
He held his arm for Hermione to hold on to. There was something about his eyes that trapped her. He could charm people with his eyes. They were beautiful - stone gray and dazzling - surrounded by long lashes. Again, she blushed as she took his arm and hopped off of the white cot.
They began to walk from the hospital wing, toward the Head Dorms. "Dumbledore's probably bewitched a new room for you, Hermione," James said.
Sirius nodded. "Let's get you to bed."