Post by Hermione Granger on Feb 8, 2009 2:45:18 GMT -5
Hermione Granger sat at one of the tables far in the back of the library, it was near the restricted section. No one ever went back that far. The books were too dark to be seen near or with. But the reason why Hermione was in the library, required such books. She was doing research. Research on how to get home.
The time that Hermione spent in the library since the day one week ago when they arrived at Hogwarts only to find the year to be, 1975. The last of the warm September air was dying away and leading into the chill of October. It had been one week. Seven days since their, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Luna, Neville, and Hermione herself, arrived in this time. It seemed
Hermione sighed again as she sat and read. It seemed like hours instead of minutes that she sat at the table in the nearly deserted library with the ancient leather bound books. She supposed with the term only just starting a few weeks ago, that the students must not have as much homework as they would later on.
The book before her closed with a rather loud thud. "Nothing," she muttered to herself. "Not a thing on how to get home!" Hermione frowned as she grabbed yet another dusty old book and began to read it. Time-turners were mentioned, but it had nothing to say on going forward in time. Hermione had spent a few of the earlier days wondering. She knew she didn't want to wait almost twenty one years to get home. She missed her parents, she missed her bed, her cat. The things that made her life the way it was. She missed the normalcy.
The time that Hermione spent in the library since the day one week ago when they arrived at Hogwarts only to find the year to be, 1975. The last of the warm September air was dying away and leading into the chill of October. It had been one week. Seven days since their, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Luna, Neville, and Hermione herself, arrived in this time. It seemed
Hermione sighed again as she sat and read. It seemed like hours instead of minutes that she sat at the table in the nearly deserted library with the ancient leather bound books. She supposed with the term only just starting a few weeks ago, that the students must not have as much homework as they would later on.
The book before her closed with a rather loud thud. "Nothing," she muttered to herself. "Not a thing on how to get home!" Hermione frowned as she grabbed yet another dusty old book and began to read it. Time-turners were mentioned, but it had nothing to say on going forward in time. Hermione had spent a few of the earlier days wondering. She knew she didn't want to wait almost twenty one years to get home. She missed her parents, she missed her bed, her cat. The things that made her life the way it was. She missed the normalcy.
