AN: Takes place in the beginning of Hermione's sixth year. Chapters won't be too long. Only rarely. If I write too much in one I get overwhelmed and I'm trying to actually finish a story this time :)
"Ginger Snaps." Hermione announced to the stone gargoyle and it sprang aside. She stepped upon the revolving staircase and it carried her to the door which held Professor Dumbledore's office. Hermione knocked sharply on the wooden mass and heard a muffled 'cough' behind it.
"Come in." Professor Dumbledore announced and Hermione followed order. She entered the room and he gestured for her to take the high-backed velvet chair placed directly in front of his desk. She did and dropped her book bag clumsily at her feet.
Hermione smiled nervously, "'Afternoon, Professor."
"Good Afternoon." The headmaster greeted joyously and took this moment to peer out of a nearby window at the Hogwarts' grounds below. It was a perfectly sunny Saturday, the first Saturday of September, and Hermione had came to discuss a proposition with Professor Dumbledore. "It is to my understanding, that you once again desire to take up extra classes this year?"
Hermione nodded shyly and tucked a wild strand of hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear. "Yes, I understand the complications I had in my third year-"
"So, you believe you are capable of handling the responsibilities of a time-turner more gracefully, this year?"
Hermione nodded once more and Professor Dumbledore smiled.
"You know, Miss Granger, I used a time-turner myself in my seventh year." Professor Dumbledore laced his fingers together and propped his elbows upon his desk in front of him. Hermione took notice that his right hand was still deeply blackened as it had been at the feast. "Even though I was completely convinced I could deal with such an enormous commitment, I had lost a great amount of sleep those twelve months, hair as well."
Hermione raised her eyebrows and Professor Dumbledore chuckled. "My hands betrayed me."
The book-worm giggled and Professor Dumbledore rummaged in the drawers of his desk. He found what he was looking for in a matter of minutes and held out a fragile gold necklace with an hour glass as it's pendant to Hermione. "Here we are, Miss Granger."
"Thank you." She took it from his hands and draped it over her head.
"The same rules apply and as you know, time is not something to meddle with." Professor Dumbledore surveyed Hermione's features and she stared him square in the eyes.
"Yes Sir."
"Very well then," He waved the back of his hands at Hermione as if to shoo her a long. "Good day!"
"Good day." Hermione said quietly. With one last glance at her headmaster, she stole her belongings from the plush carpet and headed to the door.
20 minutes later.
Professor Dumbledore gazed into his pensive at his swirling memories. The white substances circled and looped around each other, fighting to be seen.
'That's odd,' He thought as he leaned closer to the holder of his recollections. He squinted his eyes to find one of them floating at the surface. It was of a younger him, apparently enabled in conversation with an familiar face. He stared at the girl in disbelief and leaned his head into the memory. He had to be sure.