As far back as Hermione could remember, she'd always had a voice in her head that she could hear. The voice could be very mature at times, though that didn't stop the voice from being rather immature at times. When she was younger, she had told her parents about the voice, which hadn't worried them at first. However, when she'd started to perform poorly in school, the result of her trying to learn 'magic' from what her parents assumed was her imaginary friend, they had become worried.. She'd ended up spending a few days in the hospital while doctors tried to figure out what was wrong with her. Eventually, the doctors told her and her parents that she had something called 'schizophrenia', and they'd explained to her what it was. It was an illness that made people see and hear things that weren't there. Most people who had the illness were older than Hermione, though there were some outliers like her who contracted the illness at a younger age. The doctors gave her medicine that she was supposed to take in order to stop the illness from taking over her life.

Years went by, and as she continued to take her medicine she could no longer hear the voice and while her parents were relieved, for some reason she felt a bit empty. Then once she had turned twelve, she had learned that she was a witch. Hermione expected that Professor McGonagall had expected to see more of a reaction from her, but Hermione couldn't work up the excitement. A few days later, she found herself standing outside one of the compartments in the Hogwarts express.

There was a sense of deja vu she couldn't shake as she slid open the door and walked into the train compartment. Two boys were sitting together, one of the boys had bright red hair and was holding out a wand, while the other boy had dark hair and a scar on his forehead. The two of them seemed familiar to her, but she knew that she had never met either of them before now. So why was she feeling so...nostalgic?

"It's no wonder no one can stand her," The red haired boy said, "She's a nightmare,honestly…"

"Uh, are you okay?" The red haired boy asked, "You've been staring at us for a while…"

Hermione shook her head, "I'm fine Ron," she said, "I just need to-"

"Hey, how'd you know my name?" Ron asked, "Have we met before?"

"I…"

For some reason she felt sick, she quickly left for the bathroom, and spent the rest of the ride trying not to vomit.

Hermione found that she couldn't eat anything as she sat at the Gryffindor table. In addition to feeling nauseous, her head had started to hurt. She rubbed her temples, and looked over at the table Professor Dumbledore was sitting at. Professor McGonagall was talking to Professor Dumbledore and the groundskeeper was drinking from his gourd. The professor wearing the turban caught her attention, there was something about him that made the hair on the back of her neck stand. She had an urge to rush over to the table and yank the turban off the professor's head so that everyone could see that he was really-

"Ouch!" She heard Harry cry out. She looked away from the professor to see that Harry had clapped a hand to his head.

"What is it?" Ron's brother, Percy, asked Harry.

"N-nothing."

"Who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?" she heard Harry ask Percy.

"Oh,you know Quirrell already, do you? No wonder he's looking so nervous," Percy said,"That's Professor Snape. He teaches Potions…"

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making," Snape said, "...I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death…"

Hermione winced as her headache began to worsen…

"...But he doesn't want to— everyone knows he's after Quirrell's job. Knows an awful lot about the dark arts..."

Percy's voice cut through

"That makes sense, considering that he's a death eater." Hermione found herself saying, which caught Harry and Percy's attention.

"What's a death eater?" Harry asked.

"They were followers of You-Know-Who, and they specialized in the dark arts," Percy explained, "Most of them are locked up in Azkaban, though some managed to get away with their crimes."

"And Snape's a death eater?" Harry asked.

"I wouldn't call him a death eater just because he knows dark magic Harry," Percy said, "If he was, then Dumbledore wouldn't have hired him."

Was that right though? Hermione wondered, what Percy had just said was logical, but…

Snape's evil, he's working with the death eaters…

He killed Dumbledore…

He's the reason why everyone's dead…

I'll kill him.

"Are you alright?"

Hermione blinked as Percy looked at her in concern.

"I'm fine." Hermione said as she relaxed her grip on the knife she was holding, and tried to think of something other than murdering her teacher...