A/N: Hey! My name's padfoot07, and I wrote this story. I started writing this in class one day, and my friend read it. She threatened to kill me with a pair of sporks if I didn't post this here – so I did. I have a few more chapters done, but I wanted to see what you guys thought about it before I posted the others. So – please let me know what you think! Thanks!

PS – for those of you who have noticed the slight change in time frame – like from 1968 to 1983 for example… - that was due to my poor math skills. I went back and did the math, and I realized that Hermione been in 1968, that would make the Potters much older when they had Harry… needless to say, math isn't my strong point…

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling – aside from the plot. All hail JKR!

Hermione stood up, shaking a little, to check out her surroundings. The room she was in was almost completely white, with beds lined against each wall. Like the hospital wing, noted Hermione. But I can't be there…I was out on the Hogwarts grounds…what's going on…? Suddenly an image came to Hermione, as she frantically tried to remember what had happened…

All of the Order, Ron, Hermione, and the members of the DA, were standing near the Forbidden Forest, battling the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. Voldemort had arrived a few hours earlier, armed with not only 50 loyal Death Eaters, but an army of Vampires, a few Giants, and two or three Demiguise. (A/N: If you don't know what a Demiguise is, I highly recommend that you go out right now and buy the book: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them – all proceeds go to help needy children in the poorest countries in the world) Voldemort had managed to somehow gain entrance onto the Hogwarts grounds, and had sent in his Demiguise into the castle to pull Harry Potter out of his bedchambers. Unfortunately for them, Albus Dumbledore's grandfather had been a Demiguise as well, and had passed along the gene to his grandchild – which enabled Dumbledore to see the 2 to 3 creatures forcing Harry out of a secret door (behind the portrait of Sir Cadogan).

Dumbledore had immediately contacted the right people, and they had all fought their way towards the duel that was being held between Harry and Voldemort, killing a great number of creatures along the way. Harry had a nasty cut, right above his right elbow, running down to the very tip of his pinkie, and it was bleeding freely. He also had a good many bruises forming, most of which were on his legs, which were visible due to the great number of rips in them. Voldemort, on the other hand, looked perfectly normal (as normal as a man with cat-like red eyes could look) and he had a triumphant look on his face, and was pointing his wand at Harry's forehead. Harry was lying on the ground twitching and screaming, while trying to cover his scar with his hands.

Upon seeing Harry screaming and crying, both Hermione and Ron quickly left their own battles to run over to help him. (Hermione had been facing Lucius Malfoy, while Ron was fighting with a Vampire whom he had dubbed: "the-blood-sucking-bitch-from-hell")

"Harry!" Ron had screamed, "Harry – hold on! We're coming, Harry! Oh god –" Ron whispered, "please don't let go Harry, please – for the love of god – DON'T LET GO!"

Hermione, on the other hand, did not waste her breath – she ran straight at Voldemort – completely disregarding the fact that she was a witch with a wand in her hand. She took Voldemort by surprise when she rammed her shoulder into his gut – causing him to break his eye contact with Harry. Voldemort, however recovered quickly, and turned his anger onto his attacker.

"You'll pay for that one – you worthless mudblood!" The next words out of Voldemort's mouth were the last words anyone wished to hear: "Avada Kedavra!" the words left the Dark Lord's mouth with an evil hiss…

Hermione remembered what happened next as if it had happened in slow motion. Voldemort's wand was pointed directly at Hermione's heart, his eyes were almost gleaming with triumph – and Hermione felt her eyes widen as the jet of green light came shooting at her – she knew that she was dead – that she would never see her friends again – that she would never be able to say good-bye. The next second, however, a blue light came speeding towards Hermione from her right side. She turned, surprised to see a woman she had never seen before pointing her wand at her…

That was all that Hermione could remember. Not only did she not know who the woman had been or why she wasn't dead, she had just realized that she wasn't positive of where she was. Her first impression had been the hospital wing – but now she wasn't so sure – there were a few small differences between this room, and the hospital wing which Hermione had been to, many a time. For instance, this room had a painting hanging on the wall of a young-ish Madame Pomprey, and, when Hermione looked out of a window to her right, she saw the Whomping Willow… but it had… shrunk? "No, that can be…" thought Hermione, "trees don't shrink…… maybe it got hit with a poorly aimed redactor curse…" Hermione mussed, knowing full well that one simple curse could not reduce the size of the gigantic tree.

Before Hermione could decide on what had happened to the tree, she heard voices outside of two big oak doors on Hermione's left. She felt a wave of relief rush through her body when she recognized the voices of both Professor Dumbledore, and Professor McGonagall. It took Hermione a moment to make out their words, but when she did, her brief moment of relief was ripped away from her.

"…no idea? Are you trying to tell me that this young lady simply appeared next to the Forbidden Forest?"

"Yes, Minerva – that is exactly what I'm telling you. Thankfully I had had a meeting with Professor Vector, or I'm afraid no one would have found her so soon… you see – out of Vector's window, I saw a flash of light – a shockingly blue light – and when it faded, this young woman was in its place…"

"What are we going to do, Professor?" asked Professor McGonagall.

"Well, naturally – " started Dumbledore, while pushing open the giant oak doors leading into the infirmary, "I plan on asking her." He finished, looking directly at Hermione with the usual twinkle in his eye.

Oh no, oh no, oh gods no! What's going on? They don't know who I am…? What am I going to do? Hermione had no choice but to look up into those sparkling blue eyes.

"Hello, my dear." welcomed Dumbledore. "May I ask you your name?"

Hermione gave her Headmaster a frightened smile and replied: "Hermione Gr – Granger, sir." I'm not sure what I'm doing, but I'm sure as bloody hell not going to let Harry and Ron down. Get a grip on yourself, Hermione! Hermione ordered herself. You can tackle Lord Voldemort, but you can't even tell someone your name!

"Well, Miss Granger, I was just wondering if you happened to know why you're here? You see, I'm not sure how much you heard while Professor McGonagall and I where chatting out there, but you seemed to have stumbled upon our school: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding."

"No, sir… I'm not sure why I'm here…" answered Hermione with a confused look on her face.

"Well, Miss Granger, you seem to have gotten yourself into a right mess." Dumbledore said kindly, while waving his hands towards Hermione's clothes, which she realized for the first time were ripped and covered in blood. "Do you remember anything at all?"

"I… I…" started Hermione. She wasn't quite sure she wasn't telling Dumbledore what she knew, but for some reason she felt that she shouldn't. So, for the first time she could remember, she lied to Professor Dumbledore. "No sir, I don't remember a thing…I just remember a woman pointing her wand at me, and then there was a flash of blue light… and then I woke up here…"

"Well, dear, I can't expect anything more from you. I'm afraid we will just have to get you settled in here, and then we'll see what we can do. For now, however, you will join the rest of the school, two days from now, to start off the new school year, I – " but Dumbledore was cut off by Hermione.

"New school year…?" asked Hermione.

"Why, yes. You look to be about a 7th year, am I correct?" Dumbledore watched as Hermione slowly nodded her head. "Well then, when the students arrive I will send someone to come and assist you, so you won't be by yourself." Turning to Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore continued, "Minerva, would you be so kind as to send an owl ahead to Miss Lily Evans, asking her if she would like to help Miss Granger?"

"Of course, Albus." And with that, McGonagall left the room to find an owl.

Meanwhile, Hermione's mind was on super mode. Lily Evans! But that can't be…that would mean – that would mean that I've gone back in time! "Ummm… excuse me, sir?" asked Hermione hesitantly.

"Yes, Miss Granger," asked Dumbledore, turning back to her.

"What year is it?"

"Why, it is the most humble year of 1983!"