Hey everyone!

This is the first story I have written on my laptop. And also the first one I'll post here.
Please forgive me all grammar mistakes, English isn't my native language .

And yes this is yet another time travel fic about Hermione. But I will try to make this one different then all the others. You will notice this already in this first chapter.

Please read and review! You can give negative comments, but try to give my tips one what could be better in my next chapters. Thank you!
Also, I won't be posting any other chapters if no one reads/reviews the first.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (sadly...). Everything and everyone you do not recognise is mine though.

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Pain. That was all she could register. Pain. Everything hurt. Her head, her legs, her back, but mostly her ears. But then, slowly and quietly, she heard something. No, not something, someone. She could definitely hear someone talking.

"Is she awake yet, Poppy?" A man's voice said, but the noise sounded strange. It was as if she couldn't hear right. It almost sounded mechanic, not as it should sound.

"Not yet, Albus. But I'm guessing she should be awake any moment now." A woman's voice answered. Wait a second! Albus, that must be Albus Dumbledore! And Poppy must be Hogwarts' healer! But Professor Dumbledore is dead. Does that mean I am dead too?

Both visitor and Healer turned towards the only occupied bed in the infirmary at the sound of a groan. They rushed toward the bed. The girl was opening her eyes now and trying to sit upright in her bed.

"Hold on sweetie, I'll help you." Madam Pomfrey helped the girl sit upright. She then performed a few spells on her. The girl assumed they were diagnostic spells.

Madam Pomfrey continued: "You hit your head rather hard upon your arrival. You had a concussion, but that should be all gone at the moment, although you may still feel a little dizzy. Your legs were broken, but they should be just fine now. You also had some internal damage. It seems your hearing was affected by this internal damage. This may come as a shock, but you are deaf now." She couldn't believe what Madam Pomfrey was saying! But if she was deaf, then how could she still hear everything? Okay, this probably also means I'm not dead. But then why is professor Dumbledore standing next to my bed?

"Yes, you can hear at the moment, but that's only a temporary spell. It enables you to hear for a few hours. The downside is that it would probably sound a bit mechanic right now. It's also dangerous to use it all the time. I will learn you the correct spell and when you may or may not use it. Is that okay?" The girl nodded her head, still a bit dazed. "Now I believe Professor Dumbledore would like a word with you." She smiled and after a nod to the headmaster she turned and left them alone.

She turned her head to Professor Dumbledore. He smiled to her and sat down on the bed next to hers.

"Good morning, my dear. How are you feeling?" He said to her.

"Okay. Although the things I hear sound weird, but I guess I will get used to that." She smiled a little bit to him.

"Good. Now, I would like your name please. And could you also tell me the date?" She frowned. Professor Dumbledore should now her name. They had known each other since she was 11 years old.

"But Professor, you already know who I am. My name is Hermione Granger, I'm starting my sixth year at Hogwarts next year." She told him.

The headmaster sighed. "I believe you have travelled, Miss Granger. You see, today is July 14th 1976." Hermione gasped, her eyes widening with surprise and understanding of her current situation. For a second she felt a bit dizzy, as the seriousness of her situation sunk in. This explains why Dumbledore is still alive then. "I do not yet know how to send you back to your correct time. If that is even a possibility. I suggest you make yourself at home in this time and to not get your hopes up about getting back. Can you tell me what house you were in?"

"Gryffindor, sir. I was going to be Head Girl. But I suppose it won't be possible to make me a Head Girl in this time, is it?" Hermione answered and the Headmaster shook his head as an answer.

Hermione let everything sink in. The headmaster took one last sad look at the young girl and said "I will make sure you have enough clothes and books. And you will get money from the emergency fund for Hogwarts' student who are in desperate need of money. It won't be much, but it'll be enough for you to get through this year. I suggest that you will start you're seventh year come September and I will make sure you'll get sorted in Gryffindor. If you have any more questions, feel free to come by my office, the password is Pumpkin Pastries. Oh! And I will send Professor McGonagall to you. She knows sign language and can teach you that during the summer." After that Professor Dumbledore left.

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It was 2 days later that Madam Pomfrey let her leave the hospital wing. Her legs weren't so sore anymore that she couldn't stand on them and her dizziness was gone too. Professor McGonagall came to get her when she was released.

"Good morning. You must be Hermione." Hermione nodded and smiled at her. "Professor Dumbledore told me your story, your secret is safe with me. You may come with me to my classroom. There I will teach you all I know about sign language." Hermione got up from the hospital bed and together they left the ward.

In the hallway McGonagall explained to Hermione how she had learned it many years ago. "My best childhood and muggle friend became deaf because of a disease when she was only 7 years old. She taught me everything so we could still be friends." At that moment they arrived in her classroom.

To Hermione the Transfiguration classroom looked almost the same as in her own time. The desks were the same, although there was less scribbled on it. They were even positioned in the same way. At least there are some certainties in life. Seems like the McGonagall from her time didn't change much in the coming 20 years. McGonagall led her to a desk in the front of the classroom and she herself leaned on the professor's desk.

"Let's start with taking that spell of. When sign language is your only method of communication, you will have no choice but to use that. From now on you are not allowed to use the spell anymore, except for emergencies and only with people who don't know sign language."

After this, they started Hermione's first lesson. Professor McGonagall taught her the basic words in sign language. Thankfully Hermione learned fast and had always had an interest in languages. She already knew English, French and even a bit Bulgarian.

"That was your first lesson, we will meet every Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. You are dismissed. Professor Dumbledore asked me to send you to him after this lesson. So I suggest you go there now." (A/N: Everything that is written like this is spoken in Sign Language)

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Hermione knocked on the wooden door and waited. A couple of seconds later the door opened and she saw professor Dumbledore. He led her inside and to a chair in front of his desk. Hermione sat down and looked around. It looked a lot as in her own time. But there were less strange object in the room and not as many books and other stuff.

Professor Dumbledore performed the spell on her that made it possible to hear for a short time.

"Professor McGonagall told me I couldn't use that spell anymore, except in emergencies." Hermione said.

"Yes, I am aware of that. But this conversation is too important for us not to be able to communicate that well." Dumbledore replied and Hermione nodded.

"Today I thought we could make your cover story. Since you are probably well known in your own time, we will start with a new name. Did you have any nicknames that we would be able to use?" He continued.

"My muggle friend used to call me Maya, although I never knew why. What will my last name be, professor?" Hermione asked.

"Maya it is then. You will pose as my granddaughter. I have a daughter, but not many people know about her. I guess my secret is out then. She currently lives abroad, in France. Are you able to speak French if necessary?" Dumbledore asked and Hermione nodded that she could speak French. "They probably won't ask if you can, but it is for safety. I will make everything in order with the Ministry so that you will be legally my granddaughter."

"Thank you sir" Hermione beamed with happiness.

"Now, I have sent a letter to one of my students. She's a muggleborn and is sorted in Gryffindor. She knows sign language already. She will come to Hogwarts two weeks before classes start. That way you can befriend another student before classes start and you may go shopping for school supplies together. Will that be all right?" Hermione nodded once again.

"Then you may go. Oh, one more thing. From now on you may call me grandfather when we are in public, otherwise the students and staff may not believe you're cover story. Now you may go, Maya." Hermione knew that from now on she was named Maya Dumbledore and that she is the granddaughter of Albus Dumbledore.

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