Hermione Granger and the Time travel Mishap!

An attempt to help Ginny Weasley ends in a bit of a quandary for Hermione Granger as she's thrust backward in time! But for what reason? Of course, the first person she runs into is that intolerable jock, Thorfinn Rowle!

"Hermione, please! I don't know what to do! You're the only one who can help me!" cried Ginny Weasley.

"Ginny, I don't know how you think I can help you! I'm not much more experienced with boys than you are!" Hermione replied impatiently.

"But, but you went with Viktor Krum! In fourth year! You were his girlfriend! That's got to count for something! It's more than I have!" Ginny sulked.

"Oh, please! Viktor Krum was NOT my boyfriend! Why does everyone insist that he was?! That was purely Rita Skeeter printing lies, gossip and rumors! We were just good friends. He liked me because I was the only one who didn't fawn over him or make a big deal out of him paying attention to me! The closest we got was in the library, studying for exams!" Hermione exclaimed as she threw her hands up in the air. It seemed like that one theme from fourth year was destined to haunt her for the rest of her life! Even Ginny was falling for it and she'd actually been there with them, most of the time!

"But still, please Hermione, please help me! You have a class with him, I don't! You could talk to him, feel him out!" Ginny begged.

"I don't know Theodore Nott well enough to just strike up a conversation with him! Besides, Slytherin, Gryffindor, hello, ring any bells, the two houses do not get along, remember?" she pointed out.

"He's not like the others, though. He doesn't make fun of us or call us names!" Ginny defended him.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "All right, I'll think about it. I'm not going to swear you'll be happy with the results!"

"Thank you, thank you so much. You're the best, Hermione!" Ginny squealed happily.

Later that day, in the library, she was looking for a book that might help her to help Ginny, and herself in the process. She blushed as she thought of Ron. She reached up, grabbing what looked like a journal. To her surprise, it turned out to be a yearbook from her first year. As she flipped through the pages, silently reliving her first year. She found the section which held all the photos of the upperclassman graduates and students down to fifth year. She flipped onto the informal shots taken of upperclassmen, captured at various places around the school.

She was shocked to see herself in some of these photos! Until, that is, she saw the older student who was in them as well: Thorfinn Rowle! Merlin, she'd hated him! It seemed as though every single chance he got, he was knocking her down, kicking her book bag across the floor, spilling her books and homework all through the hallway and, on one memorial occasion, actually setting her homework on fire! He'd also taken great pleasure in catching her right outside her potions classroom and hanging her on the wall sconces, screaming for help as he walked away, howling with laughter! All because she'd caught him with his hands up Becky Selwyn's shirt and ratted them out to Madame Pince!

As she stood there staring at his photo, it seemed as though the book was getting closer and closer to her face. As she found a picture of him and Selwyn, leaning against the very same bookshelf she'd spotted them at, she blinked. The page seemed to be opening up! It reminded her of Harry describing reading Tom Riddle's diary their second year!

Suddenly, she found herself laying in the floor of the library, looking up at the same couple from the yearbook. They were already kissing and had no clue she was there. She gasped loudly as one of his hands untucked a section of Selwyn's shirt and began rising. They broke apart and looked down at her, shocked and frustrated. Selwyn was clearly shocked at Hermione's presence and turned to Rowle, glaring at the little girl. She raised her hand to the Ravenclaw crest on her tie and seemed to realize they were from different houses. Quick as a flash, she slapped him and hissed. "How dare you try and take liberties like that!"

She stalked away angrily, back to the table holding her friends. Rowle had his hand against his cheek, frustrated and now clearly angry. "You better move your little arse along, firstie, if you know what's good for you!" he snarled at Hermione.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry but I need your help!" she cried.

Rowle hunkered down beside her, raising her chin. He was staring intently at her. "And just why, pray tell, do I need to help a bothersome little firstie like you?!" he growled.

"I won't tell on you and Becky, I'll pass notes for you, I'll, I'll even stand lookout if you and her want to disappear but you have to help me! Please? Please?" Hermione had no clue what was going on but clearly, it involved Rowle somehow!

The fourth year student stared a moment longer. "What exactly do you need me to help you with?"

Hermione sighed with relief. He was willing to listen! "This is going to sound very strange but I'm not a first year."

Rowle's brows snapped together in a frown. "Of course you are. Why else are you so little and I'm so big?" he arched a brow at her, mockingly.

It was Hermione's turn to frown. 'Wait, if she was small enough that he actually thought she was a first year, NO! NO, NO, NO! She was NOT going to repeat her first year with those awful teeth!' She reached up and felt the uneven edges and started to scream. She'd barely squeaked, though, before Rowle was pushing his hand onto her mouth.

"Shhh! Shut it! No screaming, firstie! You think I want someone finding us, thinking I'm perving on you?!" he snapped at her. As shocked as she was at being in her first year body again, Hermione couldn't help but giggle at the thought of anyone thinking Thorfinn Rowle was perving on HER!

"No. No. Really. Please just listen! I know it's going to sound unbelievable but I need you to just listen to me. Please?" she cajoled. The boy narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously.

"My name is Hermione Granger. I'm a Gryffindor sixth year student. I don't know how or why but I've apparently been sent back in time somehow to my first year of school!" she held her breath and waited. Thorfinn cocked his head at her before clapping his hands over his own mouth as he laughed at her. She rolled her eyes at him, irritated.

"Sorry, sorry," he chuckled, not sounding sorry at all. "You're a Gryffindor, I can tell that much from your crest but a sixth year? Please! You have a good imagination, though!"

"Rowle, please! I need your help!" she simply HAD to convince him! He opened his eyes wide. He didn't remember telling her his name. Normally, the two houses were entirely separate and he distinctly remembered NOT messing with any baby Gryffindors yet!

"How did you know my name?" then he remembered something else. "How did you know Becky's name?!"

"That's what I'm trying to tell you, Rowle! I know you and Becky because I've already been through my first year with you. I'm a sixth year! I don't know how I got here or why I'm here!" she repeated. She glanced over his shoulder and froze. "Um, Rowle, if you don't believe me about being a sixth year thrown back in time, take a look over your shoulder at the table right behind you."

Rowle frowned but glanced back. At first he saw nothing unusual. Harry Potter and his redheaded sidekick were there studying. Then a little girl came over and plopped down beside them, quietly chattering away. They looked slightly annoyed by her presence. He glanced back to the little girl and suddenly whipped back around. He softly grabbed the chin of the little firstie in front of him. He looked at her, then over his shoulder, then back at her. 'Damned if the little firstie in front of him wasn't also sitting with the boy who lived'!

"Ok, that settles it! We're going to see Professor Snape. He'll know what to do." Thorfinn stood up, pulling the girl up with him. "You stay here, for just a minute." He went and collected his books, papers and robe. He came back with everything stuffed haphazardly into his bag. He set it down as he prepared to don his robe. He watched in amusement as the girl sighed and knelt, calmly straightening up his books and papers. He pulled her against him, under his robe and threw his bag over his shoulder. Then they walked slowly out of the library. Just as they reached the door, he glanced across in time to see her twin dash into the stacks right where he and Becky had been.

His eyes shot wide as he realized, had she not appeared when she did, he and Becky would still be there and a hell of a further than she'd seen! Then he remembered her words. 'I won't tell on you and Becky.' She swore she'd already lived through her first year. Had she ratted him and Becky out before?!

"Oi, firstie, did you rat me and Becky out?! Is that why you said what you said?" he demanded once they were in the hallway. He reached down and pulled her up by the back of her robe.

"Yes, yes! That's why I said it but I didn't rat you out this time!" she cried, swinging from his hand. He frowned at her but put her back on her feet.

"So, how do you expect to persuade Professor Snape or ME, for that matter, into thinking you really are a sixth year!" he snarked at her.

"Just wait till we get down there to his office, you'll see! He'll be able to see that I'm not lying and that should be enough proof for you! I just wish I knew, myself, what's going on exactly!" she sighed. Rowle shook his head. The girl was sorely mistaken if she thought she could fool them into believing her ridiculous story. Of course that didn't help explain why they'd just left what seemed to be her twin in the library.

"You sure you're NOT a twin, firstie?" he asked.

"Rowle, please call me Hermione or Granger, whichever one suits you better. Just please stop calling me firstie!" she exclaimed. He smiled wickedly, he loved getting under people's skin! Little did she know, the more it irritated her, the more he was going to do it!

They finally reached Snape's office and Rowle knocked on the door. They were bid entry and stepped inside. He looked up and rubbed his eyes as he ascertained what he was seeing: Thorfinn Rowle, his best Quidditch player, accompanied by Hermione Granger, swotty insufferable little know it all! He sighed as he figured she was here to rat Rowle out over some imagined little rule infraction!

"Evening, Professor. Sorry to disturb you but we seem to have a bit of a problem here." Rowle nodded down at the girl. Snape sighed. 'When did they ever NOT have a problem with Hermione Granger?' He sat up straight in his chair, waiting to see what nonsense the girl came up with this time!

"Professor Snape, please, hear me out before you make any decision. I am actually a sixth year trapped in my first year body. I was in the library looking for a book, something to help me help out a friend, Ginny Weasley. She hasn't appeared in this time yet. She'll be here next year. Somehow, I was pulled from my year back to this year. I'm not sure why, though. I wasn't trying to change time, nor do I have any unfinished business from this time, normally the two big reasons for going back in time. I don't know how to get myself back to my own time. All I know is, normally you have to accomplish something in order to be sent back to your own time. Like I said, though, I don't know what I was pulled back here for nor what I might be expected to accomplish while I'm here. Because I was deposited at his feet, though, I'm thinking whatever this is, it involves this big galoot!" she jabbed a finger in Rowle's direction.

"Oi, I'm not a big galoot, you swotty little girl!" Rowle snapped at her. Snape caught himself before he actually smiled. 'Oh, if it involved Rowle, he was going to have a great many laughs in the days ahead.' Chaos and trouble seemed to follow the boy around, leading to the amusement of many a person. He'd been laughing himself silly in the privacy of his office after rescuing many a first year the boy had used as a wall decoration since the school year had started!

He looked intently at the girl. "How do I know you're not lying, Miss Granger?"

"Look into my mind, sir, if you don't believe me. I know you can. Go on. You'll see." She told him bravely. He stood up, walked around his desk and hunkered down beside her. Grasping her head so she couldn't duck away, he wordlessly cast 'Legilimens.' He watched as an older her argued with a red head, undoubtedly a Weasley, then went to the library. He watched her pull down the yearbook and start flipping. Finally he watched as she fell into the book and landed at the feet of Thorfinn Rowle! He pulled back before he was tempted to access more of her memories. Even he knew better than to mess with times past!

"Well, you seem to be telling the truth, Miss Granger. But now, what to do with you. We can't send you to Gryffindor Tower. That would set you on a direct collision course with your younger self. Since your 'mission' seems to involve Rowle, it only makes sense that you stay in the Slytherins dorms. But we must change your appearance and get you 'Sorted.'" Shape looked at her, waiting for objections. She merely nodded.

"Who am I going to be, though? I can't look anything like Hermione Granger." She reasoned out.

"I can only see two options at this point, both involving the only Slytherins in this room. Either you become Rowle's sister or-" he looked at her closely, 'yes, it might very well work out'.

"Or?" she questioned, narrowing her eyes.

"Or you become my daughter, Miss Granger." Snape finished, expecting her to clearly jump at the first option.

"Ok, what do you want to name me, sir? Will I be expected to call you Professor or dad or what?" she calmly asked.

He raised his brows in surprise. He'd fully expected her to ignore the second option in favor of being Rowle's sister. "You will be known as Sophia Snape. I'm going to put a glamour on you to change your appearance closer to my own. You will call me Professor in class. Outside of class, you may call me Father. Your cover story is that you have been living in France with your mother, attending Beaubaxtons, hence the need to be 'Sorted'. Your mother suddenly died, leaving you with only one known relative: ME! As soon as I perform the glamour, we will go to the Headmaster's office for your sorting." Here, he stopped speaking for a moment. "Miss Granger, beware when we get to the Headmaster's office. He is an accomplished Legilimens and will have no hesitation at looking into your mind. Guard anything you don't want him to see!"

Hermione nodded. She'd began practicing Occlumency as soon as Dumbledore made Harry start practicing. She'd figured, if it was important enough for Dumbledore to insist, knowing the two of them hated each other, it was definitely something she needed to learn as well. Needless to say, due to the enmity between Harry and Snape, she was much better at it than he was, even though she made him practice with her.

She felt a tingle from the top of her head all the way to her feet as the glamour took hold. As soon as the professor stepped away from her, she picked up a piece of parchment, transfigured it into a mirror and looked at herself. She heard Rowle gasp and saw his eyes widen once again. Rowle was staring at her in amazement. 'Now he believed her! He had yet to see a firstie do a paper to mirror transfiguration like that'! He swallowed as he realized he was in on the scheme whether he wanted to be or not, now that they had let him witness his teacher disguising a student! He couldn't say he was too happy about the situation, even though she had made it sound like he was already involved, just being the first person who saw her! He frowned. "What about Becky? She saw her, too. She'll be wondering what the deal is when she sees an unfamiliar face at Slytherins table tomorrow."

"I'll take care of Miss Selwyn tomorrow morning in Potions. Right now let's get to the Headmaster and get Sophia settled into the dorms." Professor Snape turned and walked out, followed by the two students. They walked in silence to the gargoyle statue. "Lemon drop." The door opened onto the stairway. They began rising. Hermione was getting butterflies now. Glancing between the two Slytherins, she wondered which one would be less likely to blast her for grabbing a hand to hold! Taking a chance, and a deep breath, she reached out both hands and grabbed both Rowle and Snape's hands. Rowle jerked and gave her a narrow eyed glance but left his hand in hers. Snape was the surprise, as she felt him tighten his grip, almost as if reassuring her.

The staircase reached the top and he knocked on the door. "Severus, do come in! What a pleasant surprise! Lemon drop?" they heard as the Headmaster opened the door. After refusing the sweet, they sat in the seats across from Dumbledore. He turned his twinkle eyed gaze from Snape to Rowle to her. "May I inquire as to the identity of this young lady?"

"Headmaster, meet my daughter, Sophia Snape aka Hermione Granger." Dumbledore's brows shot up. He leveled his gaze at her. She felt a soft push and steeled herself. She showed him only what she had allowed Snape to see earlier and the plan he had come up with for her. He left her mind and smiled. "Well, it seems we have a new student, none who needs sorting." He stood and walked over to the Sorting hat. Bringing it back, he set it on her head. Remembering what Harry had said about his sorting, she began whispering, "Slytherin, Slytherin please!" the hat granted her wish and yelled. "Slytherin!"

Now that Dumbledore was appraised of the situation and she was sorted, all they had to do was get her settled in. She panicked when she realized she had literally the clothes on her back and nothing else but her wand. She watched in amazement as Professor Snape summoned her wardrobe to his office, duplicated it, then sent it back to Gryffindor Tower. He also summoned her trunk and duplicated it. After sending the trunk back, he allowed her time to put her clothes away. Then he left his office once more headed for the dungeons. "The password is 'Stonehenge', Sophia. Come, I will introduce you to some of your year mates, then it will be lights out." Once in the dungeons, he introduced her to Parkinson, Bulstrode, Davis, Greengrass, Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe, Nott and Zabini. She retreated to the dorms and took the unoccupied bed at the far end of the room. She prepared for bed and laid down, pretending to already be asleep by the time the girls straggled in. Listening to their quiet chatter, she fell asleep, wondering again why she had been sent back in time!