The air was thick and suffocating, visibility was minimal the brightest witch of her time found herself struggling for a solution as she ventured further into down the bridge leading to a tower. Her heart was pounding loudly against her chest, her mind was racing as she began to second guess the decision she was making. This could be so dangerous, but she felt like it was needed. She needed answers, and perhaps the answers lied within the past. Reaching the top of the tower, she looks out the window the only thing the visible being the full moon in the night sky.
Tension had been coming to fruition with Voldermort’s rising; Hermione had confided in no one but a letter she wrote with Professor Mcgonagall’s name written on the envelope. It was tucked away within a leather bound book hidden underneath the bed of her dorm room. Hermione’s amber gems closed as she took a needed breath, she needed to do this. For her friends, for the school. With Harry obsessing with Draco possibly being a death eater and Ron focused with quidditch she doubted she’d be missed. Slowly she begins to change out of her robes into a simple long sleeved blue dress. She could not go back as a Gryffindor. Once out of her robes, her hand slipped into her shirt pulling out the gold chain that held her time turner.
Her eyes fixated on it. She had never traveled back so far before. The max she had ever done had been five hours, but now she was going back fifty six years ago in Hogwart’s school history. Should she dare even seek the answers to the questions lingering in her mind; but if she could gain the knowledge needed she could possibly return with an upper hand this upcoming war. “I can do this.” She reassures herself as she begins to spin it to the amount of need to send her back in time
Time began to flow differently around the sixteen and half year old student; she closes her eyes taking a needed breath as time ceased its movement. Her eyes fluttered back open to take in a different atmosphere; she was still within the tower of the castle but her eyes twisted over her shoulder where they took in the shining stars on a midnight blue canvas and the full moon illuminating the sky. A breath escaped her lips, tucking the turner underneath her dress she begins to descend the tower’s steps towards the corridor bridge. It was a race against time, she only had the intentions of being in this time long enough to get the answers she desired.
As she turns around the corner to descend steps she releases a gasp when she bumps into another student, she apologizes to them quickly before moving around them. She needed to keep interactions to a minimal; however as she descends another set of steps a hand snatched her wrist. Her eyes twisted over her shoulder to take in a younger Professor McGonagall. “Heavens, child where are your robes!?” the woman demanded of her, Hermione bites her lower lip gently trying to come up with a swift excuse. “Hold on, I do not recognize you as one of ours.” Minerva states studying the girl further. “You are coming with me.” She says sternly, Hermione felt herself get dragged to the headmaster’s office.
“Albus, I found this girl wandering the school grounds! I do not believe she is a student of ours!” She says to the headmaster who turned his gaze to look upon the girl; he studied her in a momentary silence before speaking. “State your business....” He says waving his hand before folding them behind his back. Hermione looked between them weaving up a story. An identity she could use. “I mean no intrusion, I seek an education. My name is Hermione Camillo. I was homeschooled by uncle Leontes until his passing a few months ago. I wish to further my education. Please, accept me.” she implores of the headmaster, he listened to her words considering them with a small smirk creasing to his lips. “Very well, I will accept you Miss Camillo. Please take a seat so we can have you become sorted into a house.” he informs her, nodding she took a seat as Professor Mcgonagall grabbed the sorting hat placing it upon her head.
“Mmm, a star that shines brighter than the moon itself. Her brilliance is illuminating, there was only one other witch so stunning in the mind that was our fair Rowena. She will be the brightest witch of her age. But her heart, it’s that of a proud lioness.” the sorting hat murmured as her eyes closed; Hermione could only wonder if she would be placed into Gryffindor once more. “She will do well in RavenClaw.”
She could work with this. Use this to her advantage, after she was sorted the two professors spoke with her further about her schedule and living situations. She would be led to her dormitory in RavenClaw; there she was given a new uniform and robes. She waited about half an hour before slipping down to the library where she slipped towards the prohibited section. She noted that it was much fuller than it was in her time, the bibliophile in her was inwardly screaming in delight.
Ascending the ladder she begins to take books into her arms as quietly as she could; she was grateful that the keeper was no where to be found for now. Slowly she begins to descend the ladder when she sensed something, her ears picked up the sound of movement and her skin began to crawl. She became startled thinking it may be the keeper himself, with the books in her hands she tried to descend the ladder but ultimately lost her foot as the ladder wobbled beneath her. Both ladder and witch began to fall backward, however in a desperate attempt to avoid noise and alerting the whole staff she whispered a spell allowing the ladder to remain in place as she braced herself to hit the ground cradling the books.
Yet her body never met the ground, tiger brown hues fluttered open with confusion; tilting her head she drinks in the young man whose arms held her in a bridal style. Her heart practically stopped as the wave of shock falls over her. His eyes were dark as night, they were both frightening and alluring. Her lips pursed, daring to speak.
