Author Note – I was reading 'Oh God Not Again' by Sarah1281 for about the fifth or sixth time and I got inspired to write this. You should go read it, because it's an excellent parody, I laugh my ass off every time. I hope you enjoy this.

Hermione sat looking out of the enchanted window in her office. She was glad that they were now enchanted to show views of the countryside rather than the views of London it had once been. Though to be honest she wasn't really looking at the view. Her mind was thinking of Rose.

Eleven already. It was hard to believe that she and Ron had seen her off to Hogwarts for the first time this morning. Albus too had been going for the first time. Out of Harry and Ginny's three children, Albus was most like his father. Ron said that Rose was more like Hermione than him, but Hermione thought it was only personality wise. Aside from her hair,Rose was a lot like her Dad.

Hermione smiled again as she thought of Hugo and Lily's disappointment at not being able to go to Hogwarts this year as well. If she remembered rightly, Hermione was sure that Ron had said Ginny had been the same at their age.

Hermione broke off from her musings as her office door opened and her assistant came holding a red mail plane. Hermione frowned at the sight of the red parchment. Ten years ago the previous Head of Magical Law Enforcement had implemented a colour coded scheme for the ministry mail. Gibbons had done so after an urgent letter had gotten lost somehow, with the result that Two muggles had been seriously injured by a dangerous artifact.

'Mrs Weasley this just arrived from the Department of Mysteries.' Helen handed the red plane over to Hermione.

Hermione unfolded the letter and frowned even more as she read the note. 'I'm going to have to go down there Helen. They've found some sort of legal document, and they want me to translate the legal terms.' Hermione stood up and headed into the outer office area with Helen. 'Hold the rest of the morning mail until I get back. Hopefully this won't take too long.'

'Of course Mrs Weasley.'

Hermione got into the elevator and hit the button for the Department of Mysteries building. The journey took a couple of minutes. Hermione remember when Kingsley Shacklebolt had decided to split the Ministry between two different buildings. It hadn't been an easy thing to arrange but following the second war, everyone had seen that having two smaller targets, rather than one bigger one was perhaps the wiser choice.

Technically the Ministry travel system was a cross between a port-key and flooing. Thankfully it didn't have either the jerking or spinning that the individual systems had.

The doors binged open and Hermione was met by an Unspeakable. As the Head of Magical Law Enforcement, Hermione was one of the few authorised to come here. Only Minister Shacklebolt and the other Department Heads could come here unannounced. Everyone else had to get two department heads permission and the Minister's before they could even apply to visit the department.

'Good morning Unspeakable. I was asked to come over for a consult.'

The Unspeakable nodded and led Hermione down the left hand corridor. This side was offices, records and the new acquirements rooms. It was into the first new acquirement room that the Unspeakable led her. There was another Unspeakable in the room already, stood next a table.

Hermione went over to the table to look at the parchment on it. There was no need to ask if this was what she was here to see, as the department heads had arranged this procedure with the Unspeakables. The consulting Head would come down and an Unspeakable would lead them to the correct room. In the room another Unspeakable would be stood next to the item they were there to see. This eliminated the need for complex charms to communicate what needed to be done.

As the Unspeakables stood back Hermione leaned over to look at the parchment more closely.

'It's definitely a legal document. Very old though…' Hermione realised why they had asked for a consult. It wasn't just the legalise that was hard to understand. The language itself was old – if not archaic. 'It's four hundred years old at the very least. It talking about procedures for dealing with…huh…perhaps…time travellers? It not clear whether that means those proposing time travel or those that have travelled through time.'

Hermione kept scanning the parchment when she got to the bottom her eyes widened.

'The writing at the bottom details a case where someone used a spell to travel back in time. They've even written down the spell that was used. This is definitely a top level item.' Hermione wished something so old and beautifully written didn't have to be destroyed, but the Minister's – and her own department's rules and laws on such items were clear. Anything that could change the past was destroyed. Time Turners were the exception since they only went back so far.

As Hermione scanned over the document again to make sure she hadn't missed anything important, she suddenly felt her nose itch. Before she could turn away Hermione gave an enormous sneeze. Her sneeze sent the parchment off the edge of the table. Hermione instinctively grabbed for the parchment. As soon as she touched it, she realised what she had done.

The parchment crumbled away to dust in her fingers, but the dust didn't fall to the floor. Instead it began to swirl in the air around her. Hermione felt the magic building in the room. Giving the air an almost static charge. Unable to move Hermione saw the Unspeakable casting spells at the dust cloud, clearly trying to disperse it.

The dust kept building and building, slowly blocking the Unspeakables from sight. Hermione felt her heart shudder. What had she done? Just as she thought the room couldn't become more charged, Hermione felt the magic around her swell even more and then, as it burst, she felt consciousness slip away from her.

Author Note – Please let me know what you think. The next chapter will be up in a couple of days. As it's already half written.