Marian Josephine Watson, Hermione had realized, was horribly unorganized.

Not that she blamed the woman - Hermione didn't know that there were this many books in Hogwarts. There were a few hundred more books in the back, in addition to what were on the shelves out front. Though Madame Watson had insisted Hermione do whatever she like, Hermione knew that in order for her to properly organize this, she would have to close the library. Since exams were quickly coming up, that wasn't exactly an option.

So, she had settled for organizing the books by subject, then by author's last name within that subject. Unfortunately, this was something she couldn't do with magic, and had to suck it up and do it manually. Her eyes were really starting to kill her.

Hermione had realized that Harry's parents were put on a pedestal in the original timeline. She had thought them to be nearly perfect, based on the descriptions Harry had told her others had given him over the years. The truth was that they were very far from perfect.

James she had learned enough about during her stay at Potter Manor. She knew his behavior was almost exactly like Harry's, though Harry had - shockingly enough - thought things through more before acting. She supposed that was his mother's influence. And speaking of Harry's mother...

Lily Evans was a pain in Hermione's arse. She was snippy and professional to the point of being rude. She was bookish, but not because she enjoyed the subject matter - rather, so she would know everything and could correct everyone. And the thing Hermione hated most was that she herself had been exactly like Lily before she began fighting the war. She was still sometimes like that, though she'd learn to control herself and known the proper time and place.

Hermione knew that Lily Evans wasn't a horrible person, though. In fact, Lily was very helpful to the students who asked her for help, and two days after term resumed she helped a third year through a mental breakdown over his classes.

She was just so snobbish.

Yells around the corner from her quarters dragged her out of her thoughts. Sighing, she followed the shrill sounds and raised both her eyebrows at what she saw in front of her.

Professor McGonagall was standing in the middle of the hallway, her body shaking in fury.

Lily Evans stood directly in front of the transfiguration professor, with two Marauders on either side of her, and Severus Snape sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall behind the group. Severus was bleeding badly, the entire lower half of his face covered in his blood that was dripping down his neck. His robes were torn, and Hermione could see him shaking.

Lily was cradling her right arm, the knuckles on her hand beginning to bruise. Sirius had a giant scratch on the side of his face, and James' arm was cut open and bleeding. Remus and Peter were both uninjured, though looked distinctly ruffled, as though they had tried to stop whatever happened.

"- and never in all my years have I heard of students behaving so abominably. You should all be ashamed of yourselves. You will all be in detention tomorrow afternoon, and thirty points will be taken from your houses. Each."

Clearing her throat, Hermione made her presence known. "Professor McGonagall, it looks like Mr. Snape needs to go to the hospital wing, and quickly."

Looking startled, McGonagall's eyes turn to Hermione then to look at Snape. Her eyes widen, and she magicks a stretcher to carry him to the hospital wing.

"You will all follow me." Professor McGonagall says sternly, guiding the stretcher with Snape on it ahead of her.

Hermione followed the group to the hospital wing to ensure none of the Gryffindors bolt. She then left as soon as Madame Pomfrey had them all sitting down, tutting over their injuries.

The next morning, Hermione went down to breakfast only to be greeted by an apologetic transfiguration professor.

"Hermione, dear, would you mind assigning and dealing with the detentions from last night? Albus and I have a meeting to attend that I cannot get out of, unfortunately."

Hermione winced slightly, responding. "Yes, Professor McGonagall. I'd be happy to. Is Mr. Snape out of the hospital wing?"

"No, but he should be tomorrow. They'll be having detentions every Saturday until the end of term, though Mr. Snape can serve his first one tomorrow or Monday."

Hermione immediately formed a plan. She had ten weeks before the end of the school year - she would befriend Severus Snape before term ended.

"Do you want me to supervise all of the detentions they have? I could use the help in the library, since I can't close it to get it organized."

After sorting out the details, Hermione left the Great Hall. She saw the Marauders heading towards Gryffindor tower, with Lily Evans a few steps ahead. After she grabbed their attention and had them downstairs, she began speaking.

"You will be serving all of your detentions with me. Library, 3:00, every Saturday until term ends."

Their detention hadn't been too bad. Hermione made them organize the books for three hours, then sent them away to get ready for dinner. They were allowed to talk quietly, though she had confiscated their wands when they entered.

It was Sunday Hermione was nervous for. Severus Snape was one of the key elements in defeating Voldemort. If they didn't have him... well, it could very well cost them the war.

After Snape had arrived, she confiscated his wand and set him to work. About an hour later, Hermione quietly began to organize the books next to his pile. Soon after that, she began speaking.

"You know, before I went to Hogwarts, I was always really very quiet and bookish. I always sat in the corner, away from everyone else playing with their building blocks and dolls and action figures. Instead, I read. Alone."

"People have a tendency to hate what's different from them. What looks different, what sounds different, what behaves differently. So when the other girls teased me, or the boys threw sand and rocks at me, I tried to brush it off as merely that. It bothered me deeply, though."

"Miss Granger, I can assure you, I am not bothered by this at all. I am merely disappointed in the lack of justice this school holds, and how those Gryffindors are able to harass me and go without sufficient punishment."

Rolling her eyes, Hermione opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off.

"If you don't mind, Miss Granger, I would prefer to serve the rest of my detention in silence."

Raising an eyebrow, Hermione magicked her pile of books over to the other side of the table and began to organize them. They organized the books in silence.

At exactly six o'clock, Severus put down the book he was holding and turned stiffly towards Hermione.

"May I have my wand back?"

As he reached out to get it from Hermione's hand, she continued to hold onto it. With both their hands on his wand, Severus looked up and saw her examining him.

"Next Sunday, 3:00. You may go now."

Releasing the wand, she sat at her desk, and watched as he walked out the door.