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Summary: "She didn't claim to understand how magic worked or why. All she knew was once again she had entered the Department of Mysteries with disastrous results. At least last time when she woke up she was still in the same time period." Hermione enters the Department of Mysteries to drop off a file for a case she was working on with a representative from that department. However, magic works in mysterious works in mysterious ways and just as she is leaving, a whole in the floor opens up and Hermione awakens in her 12 year old body on a ship heading to Port Royal as the orphaned daughter of Governor Weatherby Swann. Starts in 2000 thenduring the crossing from England and skips to the beginning of Curse of the Black Pearl.

Prologue: An Introduction

August 21, 2000

Hermione Jean Granger, age 20 if you went by the official dates of her birth and did not count the year she spent living 35 plus hours a day, was not in a good mood. It was only Monday and so far it was the worst week of her life. The previous day, Ron had come over and asked for a break, not knowing how to deal with a relationship now that they were in the same area for more than a few weeks. While she had gone back to Hogwarts to finish her NEWTs, he and Harry had immediately joined to Auror corps to hunt down the remaining Death Eaters that had escaped captive after the final battle. To make matters worse, he and Lavender Brown had made the front page of the Daily Prophet that morning as they were seen dining at a chic restaurant in Diagon Alley sometime that weekend.

When she had finally gotten to work 15 minutes late her boss in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had given her a giant stack of paperwork that he expected done within the day, something no one, time turner or not, would have been able to finish. She had skipped lunch in an attempt to placate her boss but he was still grouchy with her at 10 to 5, ten minutes before she would be allowed to leave, when he stormed into her tiny cubicle and demanded she drop off the paperwork, which she had just finished during her lunch hour, to the Department of Mysteries. It was her only actual case, an open investigation into some top Death Eaters, and she had no desire to deal with the liaison officer in the Department of Mysteries that she was forced to work with.

Snatching the paperwork from her boss' hand, she stormed into the lift and made it down to Level 9 of the Ministry of Magic and caught the chauvinistic pig of a man who was the liaison officer with her department. Eyeing her up, he read it over and announced he was going home to his wife and would deal with in the morning. He left her gaping in his office at 5:03pm, he making it to the Floo at 5pm while she was trapped in the Department of Mysteries, lost in the labyrinth that made up the floor plan. Grumpily stomping around, she opened every door trying to figure out which door would lead to the exit. Opening the sixth door, she was back in the Time Room, where the floor was glittering with gold sand and she knew she was in trouble. Apparently no one had cleaned up that particular room after they had smashed all of the Time Turners back at the end of her fifth year during the Battle of the Department of Mysteries in June of 1996. Groaning, she turned around to exit only to find the door had vanished and she was trapped in the room until someone figured out she was missed and searched for her. Sliding down the now smooth wall and onto the ground she immediately regretted that decision. She didn't claim to understand how magic worked or why, all she knew was once again she had entered the Department of Mysteries with disastrous results. Inhaling deeply, sand flew into her body and she felt like she was dying. The world spun and the last thought she had was who was going to take care of Crookshanks if she died.

When she woke up she appeared to be in her pre-teen body and was wearing quite the opulent dress. She was also on a ship that was clearly out at sea if the rocking of the boat was anything to go by. Seeing the construction of the ship and how it was clearing not modern by any standers she would have to hazard a guess she was in a completely different time period. Sighing, she flopped down onto the bed and starred at the ceiling of the cabin. At least last time when she woke up she was still in the same time period.

Jolting up in a panic, she tore apart the room hoping that her wand ended up with her. It appears that it did end up with her, in a small trunk that held her jewelry and other trinkets. She wondered if there was still a trace on it or if, because she was actually 20 and not closer 12 that the trace was broken. There was only one way to find out. Giving her wand a wave, she levitated her pillow and waited for an owl. Over an hour went by and nothing happened. Satisfied, she stowed her wand and prepared to go topside to see what was going on, where she was going and why she was even here to begin with.

When she made it to the deck she was greeted by a man who was clearly wearing a wig and dressed as if he was some type of Lord. Hearing him being referred to a "Governor Swann" she immediately realized he was someone of importance, although she didn't know what area he was Governor of. Looking around, she saw many men dressed in costumes she had seen on museum trips with her parents depicting 18th century sailors. Oh shit, she thought to herself as she realized just how far back in time she must have ended up, almost 300 years. Well, we'll just have to find a piece of parchment with the date on it to figure out just how far back I've gone and try to go back to England at some point to make my way to the Ministry of Magic to try to get this reversed, although that might take a few years if the look this Governor Swann is giving me is anything to go by. And as she had observed, Governor Swann was staring at her with sad eyes as he walked towards her and gave her a brief hug.

"And how is my favorite niece today? I hope you haven't been having any more dreams about your parents' death, my dear. But not to worry, you will live with Elizabeth and I in Port Royal. I think she will appreciate having female company. You have been asleep for the last two days, I figured I should let you sleep since you have not really been present since our voyage started. We are almost at Port Royal, about a weeks sail away. You should go and find Elizabeth, Hermione, she will have someone for you to meet." And with that monologue, Governor Swann, her supposed uncle walked away and left her to find her supposed cousin, Elizabeth, and whomever she had befriended. Hermione just hoped her memories of this life would return to her soon.