Hermione shuts and locks the bathroom door behind her, leaning against it, head resting on a damp towel. She’s too panicked to even care that—
How? All she did after dinner and drinks was go to bed, and now she’s back in…1994. The day of the Quidditch World Cup. But— but that’s not even the strangest thing. The strangest thing is…she’s herself.
She looks in the mirror. Yep. Herself. Twenty-five-year-old body. Definitely not fifteen, as she’s supposed to be.
Or will be in a few weeks. It’s not September yet.
The rules of time travel are very clear. Don’t change anything. Don’t show yourself. And whatever you do, don’t see your past self. It will drive you mad.
Her old self isn’t here. She’s replaced herself. And not just her mind. Her body. A ten-year growth spurt overnight.
Oh, this is not good.
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17 Sep 2021
Let’s talk about Hermione Granger.
In one version of this story the Sorting Hat recognizes the burning loneliness in Hermione Granger and puts her in Gryffindor, a house with too much bravery and too little common sense. In that world Hermione fights her way through obstacles, makes friends for life, falls in love with Ron Weasley and saves the world.
Not in this, though.
- Part 12 of One-shot collection
Fenrir Greyback was not a nice man.
He knew that well.
He never had visitors or co-workers that stopped by to share a cup of tea or chatter about the daily scandal that was making its rounds through the Ministry. He often worked in his office entirely alone, aside from a Christmas cactus on his desk, with a yellow post-it note on its pot, with a smiley face drawn on it.
Tap, tap, tap -
He chuckled, knowing there was only one witch who would dare come to his door.
Prompt AU | Fenrir willingly wears one witch's collar.
On his eleventh birthday, a few days after the unusually erratic behavior of the Dursleys, on a rock in the middle of the sea, Harry Potter found out he was a wizard. And not just any wizard. The child of parents who thrice defied one of the darkest wizards to have ever lived in all of Britain, born as the seventh month died.
On his eleventh birthday, a very large man from a school with a very unusual name came and whisked Harry Potter away to a world that no one in Little Whinging could have ever imagined. And for a month, he returned to the very ordinary world of Little Whinging only to disappear once more, never to be seen again.
In a meting to discuss the safety of the school in the wake of Sirius Black´s escape, an auror´s sneakoscope detects tampering with the Sorting Hat. All new students, as well as those sorted the last two years, need to be re-sorted to see if their housing was a product of the compulsion spell found in the Sorting Hat.
For Harry and Hermione, this might mean they might get the second chance they thought they would not get, both at feeling as they belong and getting the guidance and help they expected when they entered the magical world.
No one expects the Gryffindor Golden Boy, the Boy-Who-Lived, to be placed anywhere other than with the lions, so why is his re-sorting taking so long? As he sits and waits for the annoyingly long sorting ceremony to end, Severus Snape starts to wonder if he has missed something about the Potter brat, for surely there is nothing not-Gryffindor about him.
And more importantly, how was such a powerful magical object as the Sorting Hat tampered with? And why?