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A/N: So here's the sequel to "25 Years Later". Hermione's mother looks like Famke Janssen. I know this isn't canon but in this story, the school year starts 1/9 and ends 1/6. Oh and this si unBetaed.
Chapter 1, "Hermione Granger -not Weasley"
"Hermione! Wake up!"
Hermione Jane Granger -not Weasley- was sleeping deeply in her bed with only the top of her head and her hair out of the covers. It was the third time her mother had called her name but she still hadn't woken up. Frustrated, Jean Granger burst in her daughter's room and opened the windows, letting the sunlight fill the room.
By that time Hermione had started waking up and pulled the covers down a bit so that her head was visible. Observing her surroundings, she muttered a sleepy "What?" and looked at the woman standing next to her bed.
"Me and your father are leaving, we'll be back next month to take you to the Weasleys, okay dear?", the woman said smiling mechanically.
"What the-", Hermione started saying but was interrupted by her mother.
"You'll be a good girl, won't you? Don't worry darling, we trust you completely. Call me or your father if you need anything. There's money in my nightstand and Richard left you one of his credit cards on the kitchen table. Oh, I really need to go now.", she said checking her watch before leaving.
Hermione stayed in bed frozen for almost 20 minutes, trying to figure out what was happening, or how it was happening. She had heard of wizards and witches having long and vivid dreams or nightmares, thinking they were awake when in reality they weren't. But how could a dream last 25-30 years? As a child she sometimes dreamt of herself as a young woman or an old lady but this... This can't have been a dream! It was a life. It was a detailed description of years, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds!
And then it came to her.
I wish that I could be in some other time and place, with someone else's family and someone else's face.
She was definitely in another time and in another place, but her family -despite not having a husband or children- was still the same and she was the same as well. And judging from the breeze she felt on her body, she was also completely naked.
Looking down, her suspicions were confirmed but that wasn't the only thing she noticed. The lack of scars was shocking. Inspecting her body, the only scar she spotted was the one on her inner thigh from when she fell from her friend Jenny's tree house. She went to her bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth; she almost screamed when she saw herself in the mirror. She looked so young! And her hair was a mess! A few years after the war she had created a potion that made her hair much more manageable. It wouldn't become straight but her bushy mane turned into soft curls.
She couldn't figure out what was happening but she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Deciding to explore the house (it had been decades since she had last been there) she went back to her bedroom to start from there.
Her room was rather large and spacious with few wooden furniture. There was a small bed she had ever since she was little, a nightstand, a desk with a chair and a small closet because she didn't have many clothes. The floor was wooden as well, and the walls were painted a light yellow. One wall was all windows and the others had shelves for her many books.
Hermione went to the closet and started searching for something to wear. She put on a pair of blue jeans, a red t-shirt and her sneakers, this time choosing to also wear underwear. She walked down the stairs and went to see the rest of the house, which looked different since the last time she'd seen it. It wasn't strange since her mother redecorated every year, but it was irritating not knowing where everything is. On the coffee table she saw a newspaper and went to check the date.
June 3rd, 1994? Wow, she thought.
She went to the kitchen and saw her father's credit card on the counter. Her parents travelled a lot during the holidays and were gone for most of the time. When she was little they used to hire babysitters but after she got her Hogwarts letter they decided she was old enough and capable to be on her own. After all, she was a "mature young lady". Mature my arse, she thought. Just because she had her nose stuck in a book and had no friends her age...
Standing there, Hermione realised she had nothing to do and decided to go out -something she had never done the other times she was home alone. She grabbed her keys, her father's credit card and was about to leave when she realised another thing; she had nowhere to go. Perhaps the park was a good option... She hadn't been there in ages!
The park was close to her house and it took her less than 10 minutes to go there on foot. The park was her favorite place when she was a kid because no one else went there and she could be alone. So imagine her surprise when she saw another person sitting on her bench.
It was a girl, probably a teenager and the first thing Hermione noticed was her very long and very curly dark brown hair. What the hell, she thought and went to say hi to the mystery girl.
"Hello", she said and the girl jumped and screamed. Hermione took a step back, "Hay there. Didn't mean to scare you... Are you okay?"
The girl blushed, "Yes, I'm sorry for screaming. I just hadn't heard you."
"I'm Hermione, I live nearby."
"Hermione... Sounds epic. I'm Marina. I live nearby too but you probably don't know me. I moved here a few days ago. I don't know anyone...", she said looking sad.
"Really? Well I go to a boarding school and I'm away most of the year so I don't have any friends here either. What are you doing here?", Hermione asked.
"Oh I was just reading a book. Want to sit with me?", Marina suggested.
"I would love to but now I think about it... Would you like to go somewhere else?"
"Like where?", Marina asked.
Noticing Marina's plain clothes and remembering her own weren't much better, an idea came to her mind "Let's go shopping! I'll pay. I don't know any good places to tell you the truth but I'm sure we'll find one.".
Marina looked confused, "You...You want to hang out with me?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I? You seem like a nice girl.", Hermione smiled.
"Uhm... Alright then. Let's go.", Marina smiled back.
The girls walked and talked for a few minutes getting to know each other before deciding to take a taxi. They didn't know where to go so they asked the driver who told them the mall was a good place to start -his teenage daughter spent most of her time there.
Hermione felt a bit strange hanging out with a girl younger than her daughter but reminded herself that at the moment she didn't have a daughter and sincerely hoped this wouldn't change.