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"Ready?" Draco asked.

"Yes, let's do it before I change my mind,"

Draco turned the time-turner a couple times and whispered the time they wanted. The world started moving around them. Hermione had been having doubts. What if Harry, Ron or Ginny died because of the change she hoped to make? She knew that maybe Clara had died from her cancer anyway but still, it was not a pleasant thought.

She also wondered how she was going to get her younger self on the Quidditch team. She couldn't play Quidditch now, and she couldn't play it then. But she also realized that she didn't actually have to replace Ginny. She just had to make sure that she wasn't there. Neville could replace her, for all she cared. She'd also make sure that she and Harry took all the same classes, bar arithmancy.

"Hermione, we're here. Now what?"

Hermione looked about her surroundings. The Hogs Head.

"We go to Hogwarts."

"How? That secret tunnel has long been filled in."

"It is the first day so it shouldn't be difficult to catch the Hogwarts express as it goes past."

He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Maybe, but I think I have a better idea."

"Are you sure this is safe?"

"Positive."

Hermione held tightly to Draco's shoulders. Draco had 'borowed' the broomstick from a storage cupboard in some witch's yard. And they were both sitting on it.

"I say we land at the owl tower."

"Agreed. Did anything happen this year in particular?"

"A couple students stayed back or repeated some years, besides me and the other two."

"Like whom?"

"Oh, I don't know. Those who took their school career seriously."
"Anyone one in Slytherin?"

"Only two Slytherin girls, one with glasses whose name I do not know and another, whose name was Daphne."

"Daphne Greengrass. A pure-blood family of course."

"Don't tell me that you are still obsessed with pure-bloods."

"I'm not. I'm just saying that almost all Slytherins are pure-bloods. And if I were to marry a witch, I would want one who had been a pure-blood, their more talented, you know."

"I can't believe you! After everything with Clara, you still want a pureblood?"

"Forget I said anything."

"I will."

They landed on the owl tower as planned and got slowly off.

"How do we get about without being see?"

"I don't know. Does Harry have his cloak?"

"We can't steal it!"

"Okay. Can't we make a potion to make us invisible?"

"Not that I've ever heard of."

"Then we'll just have to make some of that stuff that makes us look like someone else. You can confund whoever and…hey, why don't you just pretend to be Ginny and leave Harry?"

"Are you mad? I can't do that to her! I have to make it real, I want his heart for real."
"Why do you have to make it so difficult?"

"I don't know. You're good at Quidditch, maybe you can pose as a Gryffindor and replace Ginny on the team?"

"Okay, but how do we make sure that she doesn't get in?"

"I can move the Quaffle or whatever ball she has to hit or hide from so that it goes through the hoop every time using magic."

"Got it. That stuff, how do we find some? We can't possible make it."

"That stuff is called polyjuice potion, and I'm pretty sure that Slughorn has some brewed."

"Right. Who do I transform into? And more importantly, who do you transform into?"

"I confound myself and simply take her place. It'll be a lot easier, besides, I practically slept this year, it was so easy."

"Err, right. But what about me?"

"Some kid in Gryffandor, someone who sounds like you and isn't on the team but enjoys it."

"Well, who?"

I don't know. Oh, wait, I got it!"

"Yes?"

"I remember a girl called Romilda Vane talking to this one kid called Derek about it once."

"Okay, that's great. So I find Derek and what? Take over his life in the year he needs to concentrate most?"

"Hardly the year he has to concentrate most in! And it won't be permanent. We'll have to make sure that he's awake to lessons and to do homework. Unless you want to sit through another year of homework and history? I can rearrange his memory, if necessary. In fact, I will make him think that he is a Quidditch player, and after every match I'll put in an outcome."

"Okay. So how do we get some of this polyjuice stuff?"

Hermione smiled. "I'll go and 'borrow' some of this 'stuff'."

Slughorn's classroom was empty, a couple of old potions and a cauldron full of what must've been some kind of disaster was the only things that bubbled and splashed. Just her luck, there was some Felix Felicis in a vile on his desk. She uncorked it and drank some, hoping that it would work.

"Okay, so it must be in his cupboard, oh please let it be there…"

Yes! It was there. She took the whole bottle and scribbled a note on Slughorn's desk, forging his handwriting reminding him to make some more and left. If you weren't as observant as she, it was like she was never there.

"I got it!" Hermione and Draco said at the same time.

Draco grinned. "Okay, I got some of this kid's hair. And it looks like you got the potion, correct?"

"Yes. Now all we need is a place to do. We can't do it in Myrtle's bathroom, she'll recognize us and if I know myself, I'll find out something strange is happening."

"Don't overestimate yourself. But you're right; she'll spill out everything if someone asks. What about-"

"The Room of Requirement? We can't. I remember some curios first years sneaking in occasionally."

"Then what about the actual chamber of secrets. I'm sure Myrtle won't even notice that we're there. And we can apparate-"

"We can't apparate at Hogwarts! I really am the only one who read Hogwarts: A History."

"Right. What if we use Hagrid's hut?"

"Are you really that stupid? He lives there."

"Why don't you just punch him in the face? It even worked on me!"

"Draco, we must concentrate on this seriously."

"Oh aright. Where do you suggest?"

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