Through time and dimension

Confusion

N/A I don't own any of this Harry Potter characters
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Hermione herd the sounds of multiple snickering right in front of her. And as soon as she pose her eyes on the presence in front of her she rose.

"Harry!"

She throw herself to the boy, her arms laying around his neck tugging him into a tight hug, relief washed all over the girl frame making her muscles relax almost immediately. "O my god Harry!-" She never thought that the only sight of those piercing green eyes and those black messy hair could make feel so good, so reassured.

"-God Harry... For a moment I thought-"

Like a bucket full of cold water thrown at her a pair of strong arms tossed her away, she gasped, making Hermione snap to reality and staggering backwards. "Don't touch me you filthy girl!"

She frowned, her lips parted. Has she has done anything wrong?

Her mouth was eager to say something, lips narrowed in a thin line parted repeatedly multiple time. Struggling to find a way to answer the boy in front of her.

Various noises of sniggering were all around Harry and she could not stopping her cheeks to get crimson, because she was feeling ashamed but moreover because her best friend has just referred to her in a very derogatory way.

Her eyes moved towards all the others students around him, noticing that she couldn't recognize anyone of them... She couldn't even recall anyone of their faces just at sight. She knew that the boy had other friends and not just her and Ron, but this boys were completely strangers for her. She never saw anyone of them.

But the real shock was when she noticed the color of the robes that all of them were wearing.

Green.

It was green, the ties laced at their necks was to a shiny green and a very pure silver, the crests attracted on their robes was symbolizes a snake.

Consfused she returned her gaze on Harry, whom intogether his group passed her and being roughly pushed aside by those guys's shoulders, going away without spare her a last glance, Harry and those students leave her there, watching them as they get farther and farther, joking about her and making some cheeky and taunts quips about how she throw herself to Harry.

'What has just happened?'

She stands there, on the side of that hallway leading to the Great Hall,too stunned trying to register what has just happened and too busy to care about all the eyes that were on her. But students weren't the only that has witnessed that scene.

A hand laid on her right shoulder, to capture the attention of a really really bewildered Hermione. The light touch was enough to startled her, making the young witch jump on the spot before turning her head to see whose belong that hand to.

She found herself staring to a well known younger version of what it was Professor McGonagall.

Mouth agape, the older witch waiting for Hermione to talk, but it was almost as a knot has had formed in the her throat along all her inside until her gut. After a while it was clear that she wasn't going to say anything, not that her head was empty of words.

"I suppose you can now close your mouth, you certainly don't want to swallow any gnats to mistake."

Hermione's jaw snapped shut, she couldn't bring herself to believe what she was seeing... The unmistakable younger feature of her Professor, whom she has had grown familiar time to time by visiting McGonagall's office but therefore just as a portrait hanging on the tall wall, reminding Hermione's Professor of her youth.