The Eyes

3rd Year, Defense Against the Dark Arts:

"Ok, class. Does anyone know what this is?" Professor Lupin asked his class. Granger's hand, of course, shot up. I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Miss-?"

"Granger, sir. It is a boggart," She replied.

"Very good. 5 points to Gryffindor. Now, what form does a boggart take? Yes, Miss. Granger?"

"Its a trick question, sir. A boggart takes form of a person's worst fears."

"Very good."

The lesson continued. Longbottom's turned into Professor Snape. To make it go away there must be laughter. Make a fear into something funny... We all formed a line. We all had to face the boggart and defeat it. Weasley's turned into a spider. One of the Patel twins's-I could never tell the difference- turned into a clown. Crabbe's turned into the ocean. Goyal into a storm with thunder and lightning. Granger stepped up. "Its probably going to become a test with a failing marking on it," I sniggered to Blaise, my best mate. I said it loud enough for her to hear, but I couldn't tell if she really did. She just stuck her nose up in the air and marched to the front of the room. The boggart started to change. It became a muggle contraption in which I knew as something like an aireoplane. No airplae. I don't know. You expect me to pay attention in muggle studies? Pfft. Anyway, Granger looked very shook to see it there. The bookworm was afraid of a flying contraption. Ha!

"Ridikkulous..." She whispered. More people went. Then, it was me... I stepped right up. I was a little nervous since there wasn't much I was afraid of, and there was one thing in particular that I really didn't want it to become. Alas, as it started changing, I knew it was going to be that one thing. The one thing I was dreading. I was glad it only showed one part. However, that one part was the worst possible part. The eyes. The blue eyes that looked up at me in desperation. The never-blinking eyes. And Lupin wanted me to make this into something funny? They didn't know what it was. I could tell from the few sniggered I heard from behind me. They didn't understand. They didn't know. The eyes... I ran out.

7th year

"Mate! Get up! We're late! We missed breakfast! And we have potions first!" Blaise shouted at me. I groaned in my sleep. "Draco! Don't make me get Pansy!" That got my attention. "Ugh! I'll be there in a minute!" I raced to get dressed. Blaise and I were the last ones to get in the class. That meant that there were only 2 seats left. Blaise raced for the one next to Crabbe and beat me to it. "Blaise..." I tried to reason. He, of course, ignored me. I groaned and looked for the only other seat left in the room. Next to Granger. Ugh! I'll get my revenge on Blaise later. I sat next to Granger and sent her a nasty glare, only to be given an equally nasty one back in return. Snape walked in.

"You will be working in pairs to be making the Hiccoughing Solution potions. Work with the pairs you are sitting with. No switching or complaints. Get started." I inwardly groaned. This was going to be a long class. Granger quickly went off in search of ingredients. When she came back she looked over at me, annoyed. "Why didn't you set up the cauldron?" She asked me in an angry tone. I rolled my eyes and replied, "I didn't know I had to, Granger." She looked livid. She left and got a cauldron ready while I started to cut ingredients. She came back surprised that I was helping. We worked together silently, cutting and adding ingredients to the potion. We were almost done when a scream erupted from the table behind us. Longbottom... What did he explode this time? I turned around the same time as Granger did, only for both of us to be smacked in the face with a flying bit of Longbottom's potion. The lights went out, but I knew that I wasn't unconscious. What was happening??? Then, I felt my eyelids open. I wasn't in the potions classroom. Or the hospital wing. Of anywhere near Hogwarts! I noticed that I couldn't control my movements. I climbed out of bed and noticed I was in a girl's bedroom. I saw my reflection from a nearby mirror. I was a girl! I small girl who looked to be about 7 years old. I had brown eyes and long, untamed curly hair that was also brown. I was inside the 7-year-old body of Hermione Granger. How did this happen?