She was supposed to went back in time in order to change the future. Challenging Fate was always a hard thing. She had done it before,she could do it now as well. She heard some distant voices and steps nearing. She had no time and quickly started to turn the Time Turner’s little wheel...All roads are open...She would save them all,even with a cost of her own life.

“I heard you were looking for a Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher…”- she turned her wrist to him and took his hand in a handshake. He saw a sign and pulled his right sleeve with his left hand. She saw the same tattoo there.

To her left sat Dumbledore and to her right that obnoxious figure of Horace Slughorn, Potions professor and Head of Slytherin. Hermione mentally rolled her eyes at the thought of him. He had been boring her with his incredibly dull brand of conversation for the past fifteen minutes. Thankfully he was now annoying – engaging Sprout in an agricultural dialogue while attempting to display his horrible misguided horticultural knowledge.

 "There is a chance, perhaps a high chance, that you will not like me. There is also a fair certainty that I will not like some of you. But that is inconsequential.