A/N: I don't own them just play with them. this hasn't been beta'd cause I don't have one so all mistakes I apologise for. it will also be quite long eventually however atm I'm supposed to be studying for an exam in 2 days so don't know when it will be updated. let me know what you think of it?

Hermione ran as fast as she could to the transfiguration classroom and hoped that it was still the same. She got some odd looks from people, people she had never seen before.. This was getting strange. The castle looked to be in better shape than it had only hours before. She had just woken up finding herself lying face down at the bottom of a set of stairs that only a few students ever used. As she headed towards her most trusted professors class room she failed to notice that the portraits on the walls were not as they were mere hours earlier when she left her first lesson.

She had looked for Harry and Ron but failed to find them anywhere, and when she had tried to gain entrance to Gryffindor tower the fat lady was no where in sight. Only one thing left for it and that was to seek out McGonagall and find out what the hell was going on.

Reaching the door she knocked and waited. There was no response. McGonagall was always in here after dinner what was going on? There was quick footsteps behind her and turning on the spot she found an elder wand held inches in front of her nose.

"Who are you? What are you doing in this castle? And how did you get in?" the owner of the wand asked still his face hidden in the shadows. She knew that voice but there was something odd it sounded, younger.

"Headmaster, sir is that you?" Hermione tried to ascertain if her assumption was right.

"Headmaster, alas I am afraid not that would be Professor Dippet. Yet you still have failed to answer my question you lady?" Albus Dumbledore replied stepping out the shadow.

Hermione gasped, the Dumbledore that stepped towards her had the same twinkle in his eye, the same crooked nose, the same half moon glasses yet his beard was shorter and not the silver she was used to it was a chestnut brown. His lines and wrinkles were gone. He looked at least 40 maybe 50 years younger. She fainted.

When she came round she was lying on a camping cot next to a warm fire in what she knew as McGonagall's office. She stirred and turned to look towards the desk.

"Ah you are awake. Gave me quite a scare." Dumbledore had taken on his old demeanour once again. "I found this round your neck." He held up a thin chain with a small, cracked hourglass. "and I believe I have come to understand what has happened."

"Oh no. This can't be happening. I have exams to take in 2 days." Hermione couldn't help but let the tears fall.

"I do not believe that is the case Miss..." He waited on an answer.

"Granger, professor. Hermione Ganger." She whimpered out through tears.

"Well Miss Granger it appears that you actually have around 55 years to wait until the day of your exam give or take."

Hermione's tears fell faster and harder than she thought possible. This could not have been happening. Time travel and without any chance of getting back. What would the Ministry do? Lock her up? Or even worse kill her. They of course couldn't allow her to live in these times. She would be a liability. She could change anything she wasted or predict the future. She could prevent regrettable events, kill Tom Riddle, save Harry's parents.

Gathering her thoughts she sat up on the cot, wiped her teary eyes and turned back to Dumbledore. "Professor, please don't let them get a old of me. The Ministry I mean. They will lock me up without anyone to talk to or worse. I know you professor well I will know you and I know that you wouldn't approve of it. Please Sir." She was in tears again by the end of it.

"My dear girl. I will do nothing of the sort. You are correct I do not approve of what the Ministry would do if they discovered this. But first I need you to tell me where you are from and the events that lead to you being here. But bear in mind you can not allow me any information of great importance. I will find a way to get you out of here my dear, but for the moment I have a plan." Dumbledore replied.

Hermione sat there telling Dumbledore what had happened to her. Well what she could remember. Falling down the stairs and waking up. And all she would think wouldn't alter the future. After she had finished Dumbledore sat back in his chair, took a deep breath and began to speak.

"Miss Granger, Hermione, from now on I need you think of yourself as Holly Granger. I is the start of term here we shall place you into the Gryffindor house under this name, saying you started your education at Beaux Batton. I shall call for the head girl, a Gryffindor I might add to get you accustomed to the school as it is today. However you appear to be someone who would have knowledge of this castle I myself have not discovered yet." At this Hermione looked away and blushed. "Ah I can see I'm correct in my observations." He chuckled. "I will explain to the headmaster that I received the letter from your parents and it completely slipped my mind. And of course I put great trust in you to not mention a word of this to anyone. Is that clear?" He peered over his glasses at the young girl before her.

"Thank you Professor, I won't let you down. Now or in the future. You will see." She couldn't help the little tit bit for her headmaster at the end. She knew that of all people Albus Dumbledore would be intrigued and know of it's sincerity.

Just then there was a knock at the door, a tall, slim girl with long flowing dark hair, emerald green eyes and a head girl badge attached to her tartan dressing gown entered. Hermione's breath caught in her throat. She was stunning. Unbelievably beautiful.

"Holly, this is Minerva McGonagall, our head girl and proud Gryffindor. She will help you orientate yourself with the school." Dumbledore spotted the unease that had grown over Hermione's face and continued to speak but this time to Minerva. "Could you wait outside for a moment we are just finishing up in here." He turned back to Hermione. "Am I to believe that you know Minerva Miss Granger?"

"Well yes. Sir I do not believe that this will affect anything." She paused, "but then again it might." She wanted to tell him who this girl would turn out to be.

"Hermione, do you trust me?"

It was a simple question that Hermione would have no problem giving a swift honest response to. "Of course Professor, with my life in fact."

Dumbledore continued, " Well in that case I will permit you to tell me things of which you should not, things that could change the future, regardless of how sensitive the issue may be, how catastrophic the outcomes are to events that have occurred in your passed and in my future. And you have my word," pausing to emphasis this, "You have my word I will do nothing to change the course of the future."

Hermione sat there in contemplation for a few moments. "I will allow myself to tell you things that may arise during my time here that may prove to be a problem in the here and now, but as much a s I trust and believe you there are certain things that even a man as great as you should not have looming over them for many many years knowing you could stop them."

Dumbledore nodded with complete understanding on his face.

Hermione continued, "Minerva McGonagall, will in the future replace you as Transfiguration teacher and head of Gryffindor house. It will be strange to know her as a teenager only two years older than me."

Dumbledore nodded again. "In that case I will allow you to leave and get acquainted with Minerva, and not Professor McGonagall."

Hermione stood, bowed her head slightly, said a good night to Dumbledore and stepped into the hall to meet Minerva. Feeling like this was the strangest dream or more the most extraordinary opportunity anyone could be given.