Chapter 2 : Questions
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“I’m sorry but I don’t know any Harrys,” said James. “You must have me confused with someone else.”
Hermione smiled. “I’m sorry. You must be right.”
James looked at her. “I’m James Potter. This is Moony or Remus Lupin.” He pointed to Lupin. “That’s Wormtail or Peter, but everyone calls him Wormtail.” Wormtail gave James an odd look. “And this idiot is Sirius Black.” Sirius wave his hand. “Together we are the Marauders.”
“That’s an odd name,” said Hermione.
“Blame Moony,” said Wormtail. “He came up with it.”
Lupin shrugged his shoulders. “You guys all liked it, so I don’t see why you are complaining.”
“So you know who we are,” said James. “Now who are you?”
“Herm-” she stopped. She realised that three of the Marauders would later meet her. One would be a teacher of hers, the other the Godfather of one of her friends, one the pet rat of her other friend. It would be folly for her to say that her real name. “I’m Hermia Greene.”
“Are you a transfer student,” asked Lupin.
“Um...,” she paused. “Yes.”
“From where?” asked Wormtail.
“Spain,” said Hermione quickly. “I went to La Universidad de Magia.” She felt inwardly proud that she had remembered the name of the Spanish school.
“Shouldn’t you be meeting with Dumbledore?” asked Lupin. “After all, that is what you are supposed to do.”
“I should,” said Hermione hesitantly.
“Do you know the way?” asked James.
She realised that it would be odd for her to say yes and even odder if she knew the password, which she guessed was probably different than it would be in the future. “No.”
“How about I take you and once we get there I’ll wait for you outside the office,” suggested James. “You guys don’t mind?” he asked his friends.
Sirius shrugged. “I don’t care what you do.”
“So long as you don’t make a blasted fool of your self, Prongs,” said Lupin.
“Since when have I ever made a fool of myself?” asked James starting to walk off down the corridor, taking Hermione’s hand.
Lupin rolled his eyes.
“Everyday, mate,” said Sirius.
James smiled and said to Hermione, “Do you want to go to see Dumbledore or not?”
“Um, yeah,” said Hermione.
“Then lets go.”
After they reached the third floor, James said “So why did you come here?”
“My family moved here.”
“You speak English really well,” said James.
“I lived here until I was ten,” she lied.
“Oh,” said James. “That explains a lot.”
After awhile they came to the gargoyle that guarded Dumbledore’s office. “Well here it is. What’s the password. Oh yeah, Sugar Quills.” The gargoyle sprung to life and moved up so they were able to go up the staircase to Dumbledore’s office. Knocking on the door, James waited for an answer.
“Come in,” said Dumbledore’s voice.
Hermione’s heart leaped to her throat. He was still alive in this time, she wanted to tell him everything, but she knew that that would be the worst thing she would be able to do in this time. Resisting the temptation she followed James into the office.
She noticed that Dumbledore was not alone in the office. A teenage student with shoulder length black hair sat opposite Dumbledore. This particular person was the only other that Hermione was able to identify.
“Snape,” said James.
“Potter,” said Snape cooly. “Whose she?” he asked gesturing to Hermione.
“I was going to ask that Severus, but you beat me to it,” said Dumbledore.
Snape rolled his eyes.
“Hermia Greene,” said James. “She’s a transfer student.”
“From where?” asked Dumbledore.
“Spain,” said Hermione. “I went to La Universidad de Magia.”
The office door slammed, Hermione jumped and saw that Snape had apparently just left the office.
“I see,” said Dumbledore, pushing his half-moon spectacles up his nose. “James, would you mind if I had a word with Miss Greene in privet, so that I can have her answer my questions openly.”
“Sure,” said James.
“And may I ask you not to try to hex Severus who is standing outside the office door,” said Dumbledore. “He has had enough of your antics. Came in here saying that you hexed him once again.”
“Um... I did,” said James with his hand on the doorknob. “But he deserved it. He was harassing Evans, I had to do something.”
“I already talked to Lily, she said that it wasn’t bothering her. And Miss Evans is a strong girl, she can handle herself James,” said Dumbledore.
Hermione realised that they were talking about what had to be Lily Evans, Harry’s mother.
“I know,” said James. “It is just that he pisses me off.”
“Could you try harder?” asked Dumbledore. “It really annoys her that you are constantly bothering Severus.”
“I’ll try,” said James leaving the room.
“Now,” said Dumbledore. “About you. In this office Miss Greene, you don’t have to lie to me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve seen students like you come into the office. They are lost and from another time. I do not turn them away. I allow them to go here and study until they feel as if they must go back.”
“How do you-”
“I can see the timeturner,” he said.
“Oh,” she said.
“Now, you will have to be sorted in front of the school and then your school materials will be put in the dorm of whatever house you get sorted into,” he said.
“But, I was already in Gryffindor,” she protested.
“All new students must be sorted, Miss Greene. You will have to be sorted, who knows maybe you will get the same house, but you may get into a different house. Who can tell what will happen?” he said, his eyes twinkling.
“So I’ll get sorted and go to the dorms and my things will be there? Including a uniform,” she said gesturing to her muggle clothes.
“Yes, and tomorrow your head of house will give you your schedule,” said Dumbledore. “Which classes were you taking in your time.”
She rattled off the list from her memory as he took notes on a piece of parchment.
“That will be all Miss Greene,” he said. “You may go.”
She walked out of the office and down the staircase where she saw James waiting for her.
“So what was he talking to you about?” asked James.
“That I will have to be sorted in front of everyone,” she said meekly.
“Don’t worry we all do,” he said putting his arm around her back.
“Could you please not do that,” she snapped.
“Sorry,” said James. “Just trying to be nice.”
She glared at him. I’m not the one you are supposed to be ‘nice’ to. She thought bitterly.
“I hope you are in Gryffindor,” said James. “All of us Marauders are in Gryffindor. It would be so much fun if you were in the house.”
“Fun for whom Potter,” said Hermione. “You or me?”
“Both,” said James taken a back. “No, I didn’t mean it that way, Hermia. Sorry.”
They had reached the great hall. Students were already going into the Great Hall for dinner.
Hermione jumped and turned around at the familiar voice. Pr. McGonagall was standing behind her with the sorting hat in her hand.
“Yes, Professor,” she said.
“You are to come with me,” McGonagall said briskly. She frowned at Hermione’s muggle attire. “Are you sure you do not have a uniform?”
“Dumbledore said it would be in the dorm of whichever house I got sorted into,” she said.
McGonagall pursed her lips. “Very well, come along.”
Hermione followed Pr. McGonagall into the Great Hall. The students had already filed in, some were looking at Hermione as she walked up to the stool.
Dumbledore rose to his feet when he saw McGonagall and Hermione approach. The hall went silent and all eyes were on either her or Dumbledore.
Well, almost every eye. She could see that at the Slytherin table Snape sat with a book on the table, reading.
“We have with us a new student,” said Dumbledore. “Miss Hermia Greene joins us from Spain and will be spending the rest of her seventh year with us.”
“Sit on the stool Miss Greene,” said McGonagall.
Obeying Hermione sat on the stool and felt McGonagall place the hat on her head.
You again. You’re not supposed to be here for several years. Yes, that’s right, i know who you are. I know you are going to be in Gryffindor, but for this part of your life, there is no bravery. True you are smart, Ravenclaw would suit you well, unlike Hufflepuff, you have no loyalties.
If not those then what else? asked Hermione.
Hermione, I can tell that you have another talent about you, and a longing to bring about what you intended, ambition Miss Greene.
“SLYTHERIN,” said the house.
Hermione shuddered as she took off the hat and handed it to McGonagall. As she walked over to the Slytherin table she wondered what could have caused Salazar Slytherin to ask for her to be in his house. She knew she belonged in Gryffindor. She looked over at James who looked crushed as she sat next to Snape.
“So you’re in,” said Snape glancing up at her.
“Yeah,” said Hermione.
“What was it like in Spain?” asked a blonde girl.
“You are-” asked Hermione.
“pardon, I’m Narcissa Black,” said the girl.
Hermione swallowed hard. This was Draco Malfoy’s mother.
“Are you related to Sirius Black?” Hermione asked already knowing the answer. “I met him.”
“Yeah, we’re cousins, he’s a strange child, his brother,” she gestured at a boy who looked to be at least in third year, “Isn’t much better, but at least he is pro-pureblood. Say are you a pureblood?”
“Um,” said Hermione. She realised that this was Slytherin house during Voldemort’s reign. She knew that it would be stupid to tell the truth. “Yeah, i’m a pureblood.”
“No you aren’t,” snapped Snape. “And you haven’t ever been to Spain. You must think we all are stupid or something.”
“Narcissa have you every heard of anyone called Greene?” asked Snape.
“No, but that doesn’t mean that she isn’t a pureblood,” said Narcissa.
“How so,” challenged Snape.
“Well families change their name all the time, if they marry into another family they may just change their name or if they get a bad history, it happens at least three times a century,” said Narcissa.
Snape rolled his eyes. “Sure, ‘all the time,’ ‘three times a century.’”
“Well I don’t trust you,” said Narcissa. “And Miss Greene, or Hermia, if I may call you that?” Hermione nodded. “Has not had her reputation tarnished yet,” continued Narcissa. “If she says that she is a pureblood than she is a pureblood.”
“She could also be a half-blood,” said Snape. “Her father could be a muggle and her mum a pureblood witch. That happens a lot.”
“Yeah, once and a while.”
“Yes,” said Snape coldly. “But it happens.”
“I’m still here you know,” said Hermione.
“But that’s so rare,” said Narcissa.
“Slytherin has never been purely pure-bloods as Slytherin intended,” said Snape. “There have always been at least one person every decade who wasn’t purely wizard. They could be 75 percent, or maybe even 90 percent. Occasionally yes, a half-blood does come along. But being pure of blood isn't the only trait in Slytherin. Being cunning, ambitious or even sly are perhaps the more important trait. So long as you know what you want and are able to figure out how to get it, you’re in here, pureblood or not. The Dark Lord is an example, he’s a half-blood.”
Narcissa looked shocked. She leaned in close to Snape. “Don’t say that around here. Some people here already are deatheaters, and you don’t want to look like-”
“Just shut up Narcissa, my point is this,” he turned to Hermione. “As far as I am concerned you never lived in Spain.”
“What makes you think that?” asked Hermione.
“You don’t have an accent,” said Snape.
“I lived here until I was nine,” said Hermione.
“Well do you know any Spanish, or don’t tell me that you lived for nearly a decade in the blasted country and never picked up the fucking language,” said Snape.
“Just say something.”
“Tú carra es muy fea,” she said quickly.
Snape snorted. “You think that after barely knowing me a day you would consider me a friend, and by the way, I’m a guy incase you didn’t notice, so it would be feo. The long hair may make it hard to notice, but you must at least be smart enough to figure it out you twit.”
Hermione rolled her eyes.
“Well Severus, no one is sure what you are exactly, so her mistake shouldn’t count,” teased Narcissa.
Snape got up.
“How do you know what I said?” asked Hermione quickly.
“Greene, or whatever your name is,” said Snape. “I actually know the language. I am fluent in both French and Spanish, as well as Latin. I bid you both goodnight.” He turned away and walked to the door way. Hermione’s eyes followed him, she noticed he turned back and looked at someone. Following his gaze, she saw that he was looking at a redheaded girl at the Gryffindor table.
Glancing around the Gryffindor table, Hermione saw James motioning her to come over to their table. Standing up she walked over to James.
“What?” she asked him.
“You got into Slytherin,” said James. “God, I would never put you, Hermia, as someone who belonged with them. You are so different then them.”
“I would never think that i would get into that house either,” said Hermione.
“I also saw you talking to Snivillus,” said James.
“Snape,” said Sirius. “He cried a lot in first year, so we gave him that nickname.”
“Oh. He’s well,” said Hermione searching for the right word. “Odd.”
“Do you like him?” asked James.
“Well, no, he’s kind of a jerk,” said Hermione.
“The other type of like,” said James.
“No!” said Hermione quickly. He is supposed to be my teacher in the future, that would be gross. Completely wrong.
“That’s great,” said James. “ ‘Cuz he is such a-”
“Potter,” said a girl with red hair. The same girl, in fact, who Snape had been looking at. “You shouldn’t be so mean to him. He has done nothing to you besides defend himself.”
“He was born-”
“So by being born he wronged you,” snapped the girl.
Hermione jumped, this was Harry’s mother, Lily Evans. She looked at the girl’s green eyes, the spitting image of Harry’s.
“That is so immature,” said Lily. “If you don’t like him come up with a better reason than ‘he was born.’ Maybe what you hate most about him or something.”
“Look, Evans,” said James. “I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to Greene.”
“Well you should let her form her own opinions.”
“And she did, she doesn’t like him,” said James.
Lily rolled her eyes, got up and strode out.
“Wow,” said Sirius. “You really know how to handle the ladies Prongs.”
“James loves Lily,” sang Wormtail.
“Shut up Peter!” said James.
“What do you mean by that?” asked Sirius.
“I just don’t,” said James.
“you don’t love her,” said Lupin raising his eyebrow. “After what is it, four years of hounding her, you decide that she isn’t worth it.”
“Well I was going to ask her tonight, but now I am wondering, is it she really the one that I am supposed to be with? I suppose that a lot can change in a day. I’m just not sure right now.”
“So you love someone else?” asked Lupin.
“So suddenly you’re an expert on the subject,” snapped James. “I’ve never heard anything about you ever liking anyone. I doubt you’ve ever liked anyone and you just wish you were able to feel an emotion like love. Does your kind even feel love.”
Lupin stood up. it looked as if he was about to hit James, but instead of his balled fists colliding with James’ skull, Lupin slammed his fists on the table. “Don’t you dare say something like that again. How dare you-”
“Remus, Moony, Mate-”
“Just because I don’t go around stalking the person who I like so everyone knows that I like them, doesn’t mean that I don’t feel love, James.” Lupin glared at James. “And this explains why I am not telling you.”
Lupin strode away from the table.
There was a stunned silence. “I’m going after him,” said Sirius.
“Me too,” said Wormtail.
“No,” said Sirius. “You know Moony, crowd him and he freaks. I understand him.”
“Who does he like?” asked James. “come on, I know you know.”
Sirius smiled. “Prongs, you need to figure things out yourself more. I realised it without him telling me. I asked him if he liked this person. You just need to read the signs.”
“What signs?” asked James.
Sirius shrugged and followed Lupin.
“I hate when they don’t tell me things,” said James.
“You never tell me anything,” said Wormtail.
“But Peter, you don’t care,” said James.
“Good point mate.”
Narcissa tapped Hermione on the shoulder. “Look,” she said. “I thought that since you don’t know the way to the slytherin common room, I would show you.”
Hermione turned back to James. “Well I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” she said as she followed Narcissa out the doors.
“Why are you hanging out was homo-fairies, fatsos and James?” asked Narcissa.
“Um... they happen to be my friends,” said Hermione.
“Look, just because you met them first doesn’t mean that they are your friends,” said Narcissa. “They are Gryffindors, and that means that they are the enemy. You might not know this, but Slytherins and Gyffidorks happen to be in a constant rivalry. you are fraternizing with the enemy Greene. I would hope that you would think twice before tarnishing your reputation again.” They had come to a block of stone wall.
“Um... I don’t think-”
“Blood Buffs,” said Narcissa.
The wall opened revealing the Slytherin common room. In their second year, Harry and Ron had been in here, but Hermione had not. Nothing prepared her for this. It wasn’t anything like the Gryffindor’s, much neater and elegant.
“The sixth years just did the place over,” explained Narcissa, gesturing at the green and black drapes with silver embroidery hanging on the wall. “it used to be so tacky, now it looks nice.” She walked Hermione over to two staircases that went down deeper into the Earth. Both were exactly identical, except one had a green stone for the top step, the other a black one. “The green one is for girls. Green, g, girls, yeah, the sixth years thought it was a riot.” They walked down the staircase. Dorms lined the wall, Nacrissa walked down the small corridor that was created. The farthest one down was the one that Narcissa stopped at. “Well, here we are, home sweet home, away from home.” She opened the door.
The Gryffindor dorms were nothing like this. Whether it was arranged that way by the students or staff it looked much more attractive. Instead of windows they had several mirrors, and though dimly lit, Hermione could see that the Slytherins had more decorations.
“We added some personal decorations, Lara and I,” she gestured to the walls. There were pictures and posters, as well as photographs of family members. “That’s her bed, and that one’s mine. That one, must be yours.” She pointed to a third one.
The two beds had been lined side by side, but the third bed was sort of off to the farther wall.
“How depressing,” said Narcissa.
“How ‘bout we move them in a circle,” said a tall asian girl that just came in the dorm. “That way Greene can be a part of us.”
“Hermia, this is Lara Gen, Lara, this is Hermia Greene.”
Both of them shook hands, and began the painstaking process of moving the beds in a circle so their heads would touch in the center.
That night, Hermione sat up in bed, looking at the green wall opposite her, thinking about how she got in this mess, and wondering how she was going to get out.
A/N: don’t own HP.
Sorry for the delay in the update. But I deleted the completed chapter, so I had to redo most of it. I’m not sure whether or not I like this one better or not, but there you go, the complete second chapter.