Timeless [Tomione]

Chapter two

Timeless

Hermione

Chapter two.

Hermione felt her heart drop at the old mans' words. 1944? How was this possible? Was this where he had sent her? A shiver ran down her spine as she thought of the events that lead up to this.

Shaking the thought from her mind, she focused back on the man. ''Are you okay, Miss...'' his voice trailed off, as he did not know her name. ''Delacour,'' rushed out of her mouth before she could think of any other name. ''Hermione Delacour.''

Well, it seemed like now she was a French pureblood. How ironic considering the scar on her arm. A thought crossed her mind, and she rolled the sleeves of her sweater down, not missing the way his eyes had traveled to her arm.

''I'm a transfer from Beauxbatons, but it seems like the timing here is very different,'' she said with a small laugh. Dumbledore nodded, a look washing over his face. ''Very well,'' he said after a moment, ''follow me,'' he said, turning around and making his way down the corridor.

Hermione walked after him, her arms wrapped around her. She winced here and there from the pain that was still lingering in her body, but it went away just like it came.

The gargoyle that she approached was the same as she remembered, and she chewed down on her bottom lip. Dumbledore said the password to the gargoyle, and she watched as it started to turn up, the stairs coming from underneath it. ''Come along,'' he made his way up the stairs, giving her a glance.

Hermione followed after him, the two soon approaching two huge doors that lead to the Headmasters office. Looking around, she noticed that it wasn't the same as it was in her time. It had been fifty-five years.

''A transfer?'' she heard a man say. Her eyes drifted over to a pale man, his thick brown beard seeming to make his face. He had light brown eyes, and seemed very tired. She assumed this was Professor Dippet, the Headmaster in this time. She had read about him in Hogwarts: A History. Dumbledore seemed to be talking to the man, and he nodded after a moment.

Dippet made his way around the square desk, and with a wave of his wand, brought two chairs for Hermione and him. ''So, miss Delacour, would you like to explain why you are now arriving?''

Hermione shifted in her seat, racking her brain for anything. Something.

''Well, you see Headmaster, Grindelwald had...spies in the academy. It had gotten really bad, and I was starting to fear for my safety.'' She took a small breath, hoping to have a solemn look on her face. ''I had heard from a friend of mine that Hogwarts was one of the most safest places, and I took my chances and ran away.''

Her eyes were downcast, and she refused to look up at the Headmaster. She heard a hum pass his lips as he let out a breath. ''I understand, miss Delacour. Hogwarts will take very good care of you.''

She felt a breath of relief pass her lips as she looked up at him, ''oh thank you so much, headmaster, you are too kind.'' He only waved her off. "Grab the sorting hat, Professor, she needs to be sorted."

Her eyes finally shifted to Dumbledore, and something strange was lurking in his. Disbelief. She tried to ignore it as he grabbed the sorting hat from the shelf, placing it atop of her head.

Hmm, difficult. Very difficult. Right, right. You've been through much, miss granger.

Her eyes widened at its words and her body shifted in her seat.

Yes, yes, I know who you are, and what has become of you. You have talent, yes, and unspeakable talent. You will do good, much good. But where to put you.

Hermione let out a shaky breath; the nerves of being sorted again were eating at her skin.

You have a bright mind, very bright indeed. The Brightest Witch, some would say, and I agree completely. Lets see, where to put you. Maybe Ravenclaw where your knowledge would come to use, or Slytherin to help with your mission.

Hermione furrowed her eyebrows, mission, what are you speaking of? But the hat just continued to ramble on.

Perhaps Hufflepuff for your loyalty, or even Gryffindor for your outstanding courage. Your thirst to prove yourself is surely a trait that most do not think of. Hmm, very difficult. Better be Gryffindor!

Hermione's heart seemed to stop, and she let out a relieved sigh. Thank merlin. She didn't know what she would have done if she were place into another house.

''Excellent! I will have one of the Gryffindor prefects show you to your common room. I'm sure you'll be welcomed with open arms.''

Hermione gave a wide smile, her mind travelling back to when she was in her former common room. She hoped it was the same. Her mind was trailed far off when a handsome, messy haired boy opened the headmaster's doors. ''Ah, Mister Potter, how nice of you to come so quickly.''

The boy gave a smile, and Hermione felt her whole body go cold. Potter. As in the Potters. She seemed to freeze up as she looked at the boy. The messy black hair was unmistakable, and the smile was almost the same as Harry's, and she was sure it was also the same as James's. The only difference was the blue eyes. They were lovely.

"Could you please show Miss Delacour around? I'm sure she doesn't know her way just yet," the boy nodded, the smile on his face still present. ''Of course, I think Gryffindor would enjoy the change of a face.''

Hermione seemed to snap out of any trance that she had been in, and looked up at the boy, getting to her feet. ''I'm Hermione Gr- Delacour.'' Her voice had become emptier than she had ever heard it before. Maybe it was because it was like seeing a ghost. She hadn't seen Harry since she was being tortured, and she felt that way all over again. She desperately missed Harry and Ron, and the two weren't even born yet.

''I'm Fleamont Potter,'' he extended his hand, and she took it hesitantly. After giving it a firm shake, she retracted her hand as if it had been burnt and turned towards the headmaster. ''Thank you, again, it's very kind of you to allow me into your school.''

The headmaster waved her off once more, ''do not disappoint me, Miss Delacour, I expect wonderful things from you.'' She only nodded, following Fleamont out as he excited the office.

"Your robes and uniform should be in your dorm," she heard the Headmaster call out. She gave a nod, making her way down the stairs. Her eyes were stuck on the boy walking ahead of her, his robes blowing from beneath his legs.

She felt as if her throat was closing up, and she took a small, gasping breath. It seemed like the boy didn't notice, and she was grateful. A few stray tears slipped from her eyes, and she tried to get ahold of herself. She was fifty-five years in the past without Harry or Ron, and she needed to find her way back to them. She didn't care what it took. 

[a.n. Second chapter! whoo! i'm excited! i hope you enjoyed it.]