A young woman with flowing blonde hair and ice-blue eyes sat on the edge of a cliff, looking through a book of names. "Helia... Helsa... Henrietta," she murmured. "No, no, no. Henrike... definitely not." She paused at the next name. "Hermione. Hmm. Now, that might be all right."

"Hermione... Jane? Janet? No... not quite..." the woman frowned. "Maybe... Jean." The frown became a wide smile "Hermione Jean. Perfect."

The woman selected another book from the stack beside her, and started looking for a last name. It took nearly an hour of "Maybe... I don't know... hmm..." before she found one she liked.

"Hermione Jean Granger," the woman said, finding that she liked the sound of the name. "Very nice."

She rose, the books in her arm and a key in her hand. The woman moved toward a scraggly tree, and stuck her key in the bark. The side swung open, she squeezed through, and straightened up.

The brightly colored interior was a little overwhelming after the gray cliff and water, but her eyes quickly adjusted. She walked over to the delicate-looking console in the center of the expansive room. "Now, my dear," she said, patting the console affectionately, "we must go and learn ourselves a bit of magic."

The woman entered some coordinates, and the TARDIS traveled smoothly and silently. She opened the door, and found herself at the shore of a smooth, black lake.

"Perfect," she said quietly, looking at the condemned shack on the other side of the water. "That must be it."

"I wish you worked over there," the woman continued, stroking the doorway, which now seemed to be hacked out of a rock. "Magic and technology not working together... well, that just makes everything harder."

She returned inside, walking quickly through the room and down a hallway. She knocked on a door to her left, then leaned back and waited.

A somewhat older woman with straight black hair and a lined, wrinkled face opened the door. She smiled at the younger woman. "Have you chosen a name?"

"Hermione," she responded. "Hermione Jean Granger. I just wanted to make sure you were all right. I'm regenerating now."

"Fine, fine," the older woman answered, her face serious. "I hope it all goes well."

"I'm sure it will," the younger woman said, returning to the main room. She gathered all her energy, focused on a child's form, and screamed as pain erupted throughout her body.

The regeneration light faded, and the first thing Hermione noticed was how much shorter she was. She ran to a mirror, and grinned at her reflection with new, bigger teeth. She ran a hand through her bushy brown hair, examining her eyes and nose. In a youthful voice, she called, "Mum! Dad! It worked!"

The two Flesh figures entered, smiling at the small girl. "You do look eleven," the woman said, moving closer. "You really could be our daughter."

Hermione grinned and ran to the console, taking them to King's Cross. "I'll go find some robes."

Just a few minutes later she was back, dressed in black robes and pushing an enormous trolley. A wand stuck out of her pocket. "Ready to go!"

The woman stepped forward and hugged her briefly, followed by the man. "Have a great time at Hogwarts," he told the girl.

Hermione beamed. "Enjoy the TARDIS while I'm gone."

"We will," the woman promised. "I think I found a swimming pool the other day. I'll certainly be taking advantage of that."

Eyes bright with excitement, Hermione pushed open the TARDIS door and shoved the trolley through. She followed it, calling, "See you at Christmas!" before closing the door. Hermione then turned to follow a severe-looking woman and a small, pudgy boy with a toad.

A/N: Hermione's obviously a Time Lord. She has a Time Turner and a bag that's bigger on the inside. I think that the only reason she doesn't use her TARDIS is because the magic around Hogwarts sends it haywire. Maybe Apparition's also faster. Either way, she's the one who keeps reminding Harry and Ron that muggle technology doesn't work!

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