Yes, I know, I'm horrible. I'm posting another story when I have so many unfinished. But don't worry, this one is done. I promised myself that I wouldn't post this until I was completely finished with it. I knew it wouldn't be too hard, seeing as I had it all planned out and it probably wouldn't be more than a few chapters. And I was right! It only took two days (about five - seven hours) :D I feel accomplished!

So without further ado, here is my newest story in which Hermione falls back in time and falls in love…..

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Hermione Granger's footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as she patrolled it for the last time that year, her prefect badge shinning in the torch light. There was only a day left of the school year and all the students of Hogwarts would return to their homes after another long, but exciting year at school.

Smiling at the thought, Hermione checked in one of the school's many dark alcoves, a favorite make-out spot for any couples out after curfew. There was no one in it and she moved on.

In fact, no one would probably guess it, but Hermione was very much looking forward to the summer vacation, though not for the absence of homework and constant studying (she did that during the summer as well). No, Hermione and all the other muggle-borns were finally going to experience a safe summer holiday, as Voldemort had just been defeated by Harry Potter, Hermione's best friend.

It had not been easy, of course, and had started the summer after their fifth year. After the near death of Sirius Black at the Department of Mysteries, Dumbledore had finally told them all of what the prophecy held and why Voldemort wanted it. He then told them how they could ever hope to defeat Voldemort. To destroy all of his Horcruxes.

Now, Dumbledore didn't exactly feel that they should know this, but after what had just transpired at the Department of Mysteries, he felt that it was time to end this fight once and for all, and that meant telling Harry the truth, and his two best friends.

The rest of the summer was devoted to research and destroying a few of the horcruxes, and throughout the trio's sixth year they finally destroyed all the others, except for one: Nagini, Voldemort's snake.

And then, as if the fates wanted this to finally end as well, Death Eaters attacked the school just a week ago, and Voldemort himself showed up. At first it seemed like hope would be lost, but then, amazingly, Neville of all people was able to get close enough to Nagini to slice its head off. (He had heard the trio talking about it earlier, and had taken his chance to try to help them.)

After that a duel erupted between Voldemort and Harry, and in the end, Voldemort fell and all of his followers were rounded up.

Hermione smiled once again. She was so proud of Harry, and all the other students and Professors that fought in the battle at Hogwarts. It almost seemed surreal that they didn't have the ominous feeling that Voldemort would strike again. And it was almost even more surreal to thinking about their seventh year, as it wouldn't have any threat like that at all, unlike every other year. No, the three friends agreed that it was going to be quite a quiet year. "All the better to prepare for our NEWTs!" Hermione had told them, both joking and being serious.

Hermione was taken out of her thoughts by a loud noise. She turned behind her, bringing her wand out by instinct. No one was there. Trying to tell herself she was being paranoid, for whatever reason, Hermione put her want back in her pocket and continued walking. Then she paused after a few steps.

There was a magnificent door in front of her, but she could have sworn it wasn't there before. Hermione took a hesitant step forward, and though a voice in the back of her head told her she shouldn't even touch this door since she didn't know what it did, she was too curious not to.

When she was close enough, Hermione placed her had on the doorknob and opened the door slowly. But nothing was there. In fact, it just looked as if it was a doorway to the other side of the hallway, no difference whatsoever. So without another thought, the smartest witch of her age stepped through the door way, then shut it. It then disappeared from sight.

Hermione stood there for a few moments, holding her breath. She had a distinct feeling that what she just did was not the smartest thing to do….not at all. Finally Hermione decided that she would walk back to Gryffindor tower and try to make sure there were no side effects to what she just did.

She was there within a few minutes and she told the Fat Lady the password. "Victory."

The Fat Lady raised an eyebrow. "No, I'm sorry Miss."

Hermione stared at the portrait strangely. "But that's the password. Why would someone change it a day before break?"

The Fat Lady looked at Hermione peculiarly, then said, "I'm sorry, but it isn't a day before break. It's the first day of term. In fact, I don't even think that the students have arrived from the train yet."

Hermione stood there for a moment, trying to digest this. "Dear," she looked back up at the Fat Lady. "Are you alright?"

"I'm…I'm fine. I just….I just have to go speak to Dumbledore," said Hermione, trying to think of what had happened to make her jump up in time roughly two months. So without another word to the portrait, Hermione turned on her heel and quickly made her way to the Headmaster's office, but when she arrived there, she realized she didn't have the password to that either.

"Oh….it's probably as sweet," she said, then began listing off all the wizarding candy she knew, and finally it opened, but she couldn't remember what it was because she had been listing off candy so quickly. Blowing it off she went up the stairs quickly, then knocked at the door.

"Come in," said Dumbledore's voice from the other side, then the door opened and Hermione walked in. Dumbledore looked up and stared at her for a long moment, before smiling at her. "Well, who do we have here?"

Hermione was taken a back for a moment. He didn't know who she was? "Professor Dumbledore….don't you know me?" she asked.

The Headmaster gave her another long look, then shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I suppose I can't be familiar with all my students. May I ask what you are doing here so early? Excited for another year perhaps?"

Hermione gapped at him before collapsing in one of the chairs. "Professor, you have to know me! I'm Hermione Granger!" At this she received another blank look. "You know, part of the 'Golden Trio'? Ron Weasley, Harry Potter and I?"

Raising an eyebrow, Dumbledore said, "I'm sorry, I don't think that I know a Weasley with the name Ron, nor a Potter with the name Harry."

Okay, there must be something seriously wrong, if he didn't know Harry. Then a sickening thought crossed Hermione's head. She wanted to dismiss it, because she had never heard of such a thing happening, but it stayed with her. So timidly she asked the Headmaster, "Professor….what year is it?"

Dumbledore looked at her for a moment, then a clouded look crossed his eyes. "Well, it is 1977.…"

Hermione gasped, though she had been half expecting him to say something like this. She took a calming breath, then started to speak, hoping that Dumbledore would believe her. "Professor….I just came from the year 1997.…"

Professor Dumbledore leaned back in his chair. "Really?"

Hermione nodded. "Yes, I know it sounds terribly unlikely, and you probably think I'm insane, but it's true. I was just making my rounds, I'm a prefect and in my sixth year, only it was the day before we left for the summer. That's when a door just appeared out of nowhere, and even though I should really know better, I opened it," explained Hermione. "At first it seemed like nothing happened, it just disappeared, then I went to Gryffindor Tower and found that I couldn't get in with my password, then the Fat Lady said it was the first day of term and the train hadn't even arrived. I just thought that some how I had traveled forward in time a few months, but it seems that I was wrong in that account….very wrong."

Dumbledore nodded. "I believe you Miss Granger, only because I am skilled in Legilimency and can tell you are not lying, but now we find ourselves in a bind. How are we going to return you to your own time?" They were silent for a moment, then Dumbledore stood and paced for a moment, before turning back to her. "Well, I don't think we will reach an answer at this moment. I believe it will take a great deal of research to find that. In the mean time you can pose as a student here, and since you have just finished your sixth year you can start seventh."

Hermione nodded. "Okay Professor. And I'm sure I'll be able to find a way back fairly quickly. I have a little experience with time travel, as I used a time-turner in my third year so I could take more classes." Dumbledore smiled at her.

"Ambitious, are we?" Hermione nodded with a slight blush. "Ah, well I'll just get your things in order. You are in Gryffindor, correct?" Hermione nodded. "Well, we'll just keep you there. I'll get you your books and such, as well as your uniforms." With that Dumbledore pointed his wand and Hermione and suddenly a tape measurer appeared and took all her measurements. Then Dumbledore looked at a clock in the corner. "And I think we should be going now, don't you agree? The other students will be arriving soon."

Nodding, Hermione stood and began to follow Dumbledore, but he turned and looked at her for a moment. "You should change though, you uniform is much different than our present one." Hermione nodded and vanished her cloak. Luckily she was wearing her muggle clothes under it, a pair of jeans and a red t-shirt. "Well, I suppose we'll let you get away with breaking the dress code for now," said Dumbledore, laughter in his eyes.

A few minutes later Hermione and Dumbledore arrived at the Great Hall, but before entering Dumbledore turned to her. "Miss Granger, I think I have come up with a suitable cover story. You can be my niece who has been home schooled until now. You can keep your own last name, as I have so many relatives it won't be too hard to keep a low profile on that." Hermione nodded and together they entered the Hall.

Hermione went to the Gryffindor table and waited for the other students to enter. It was only a few minutes later that they started to fill the room, only a few of them noticing her. It was strange, Hermione felt like she was a first year again, with all these new faces. Thankfully Hermione was sitting at the end of the table and not many people were forced to sit next to her. As it was, this was probably at good thing. It was probably best to keep a low profile in this time. If she stood out too much, it could change the future, whether in a small way or in a big way.

Finally the first years entered and were sorted, keeping her nerves occupied and her mind off the upcoming year. She also tried to keep her mind off her friends and family, trying not to think of what they were thinking at this moment. Did they think something horrible had happened to her? Probably not, as Dumbledore you tell them that she was transported through time. But who knew when she would return? Maybe she never would and would just remain here, in this time? Would that mean that an older Hermione had always been lurking around the Wizarding world? Shaking herself out of these thoughts, Hermione watched the last student be sorted, then Professor Dumbledore stand and begin his speech.

"Welcome to another glorious year at Hogwarts! I want to also welcome my niece, who will be joining our other seventh years. I hope you can all treat her as one of your own." The Hall burst into whispers, most students trying to find this niece, while Hermione blushed a little, trying to keep her head down. "Other than that, you all know that the Forbidden Forest is, atlas, forbidden and should no venture into it. Other than that, I would like you all to enjoy your feast." And with that, food appeared on the table and everyone, hungry from their journey, dug in.

Hermione didn't eat too much, as she had just had dinner a few hours ago, but also found she was slightly hungry as well. A few of the students at the Gryffindor table seemed to noticed that she was new and must be the niece Dumbledore was referring to, but they didn't try to strike up conversation, for that Hermione was glad.

After the feast, they were all dismissed to their common rooms and Hermione was already dreaming of falling asleep. It had been near eleven o'clock when she found the door, so to her it was way past time to go to sleep. When they arrived at the Fat Lady, she vaguely heard that the password was 'Hadden the Horrible', a troll from the 1345 troll wars.

When Hermione entered the common room, she was surprised at how little it changed. It looked just like it had in the present. Shrugging, she decided that she would go up to her dormitory now and get some well deserved rest. Hermione was walking pass the fireplace that her, Harry and Ron always sat around for homework when she heard a voice, that didn't sound particularly familiar, but what it said was.

"Well Padfoot, it's our last year at Hogwarts! Finally!" Blinking, Hermione slowly turned to see a group of four boys. The one that had just spoke was standing, the light of the fire reflecting in his glasses. His hair stuck up at every angle imaginable and he had a certain grace about him, a certain confidence. A confidence that his doppelganger in Hermione's own time certainly lacked. Yes, Hermione was staring at a seventeen year old James Potter, very much alive. And around him was a young Sirius Black, who had certainly changed in his years at Azkaban, because this Sirius Black was quite dashingly handsome. There was also Remus Lupin, his long and shaggy dark blond hair falling into his gray eyes, and even Hermione could tell he was much less scarred now, both physically and mentally. And finally there was a short and large Peter Pettigrew, who was the cause of all the trouble.

Hermione could have smacked herself. Why didn't she do that math before in Dumbledore's office? If she had she would have been prepared for this sight. Sighing, Hermione continued up the girls stair case. Well, it was a good thing that Hermione decided to keep a low profile, because it was now more important than ever.

When Hermione arrived in the seventh year girl dorms, she found his bed with a trunk with her name on it. Opening it, Hermione found all her books for the year and uniforms that looked as if they would fit perfectly. Hermione smiled at it. It was amazing how quickly Albus Dumbledore worked. Like magic.

Hermione pulled out a pair of pajamas and quickly changed, then slid under the warm covers of her four poster bed. It was only minutes later that she was fast asleep.

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-smile- See, it's totally AU! I'm sorry if any of the details with the Horcruxes were wrong. I'm always getting the finer details of that wrong. It's sorta confusing, or at least to sum up in a few paragraphs! XD

But other than that, what do you think? I hope you like it, or at least a little bit. I appreciate any feed back. Since I want to be a writer and publish some of my own work, I want to be as close to perfect as I can be (though it won't happen in this life time) but yes, please give me any advice. I know that my grammar probably has some issues, as it almost always does, but I would like anything you can give me!

:D Thanks! Please review and the next chapter should be up soon!