Author"s note: I own nothing..sadly. This is my first chaptered fic, so please be kind :) Though constructive criticism is always appreciated!
Remus Lupin sat in, what he and his friends refer to as, his bed in the hospital wing. It was the day after the full moon and, as usual, he was being treated by Madame Pomfrey. The strange girl had arrived three days earlier and no one knew anything other than the fact that she was in the hospital wing and had yet to wake up.
"How is she doing today Poppy?" came the voice of his head of house. He watched as Mcgonagall and Pomfrey walked behind the curtain hiding the girl from his view.
"I think she is ready to be woken up today Minerva" Poppy said happily.
Dumbledore walked at that moment, "Excellent, I must admit I am quite curious about how she arrived here and what happened to the poor dear," Remus watched as he too disappeared behind the curtain. He was just as curious as Dumbledore, but he was more concerned with how the girl knew about Greyback.
The door opened with a bang and three young men sauntered towards him carrying loads of chocolate, "Good afternoon Moony!," cried Sirius Black, "I hope you like chocolate."
"Thanks guys, this is the only thing that makes me feel better after a transformation," Remus took a handful of chocolate frogs from Peter as the boys sat around and began chatting.
"Any news on the mystery girl?," Asked Sirius with a glance in her direction. "Dumbledore, McGonagall and Pomfrey are in there now and apparently she's going to wake up today. I heard Pomfrey talking to Dumbledore yesterday and apparently the girl is full of scars that she can't fix because they were made by dark magic" Remus replied.
"Poor girl" muttered James, "I wonder what she went through."
Suddenly a scream echoed through the wing and all four boys looked toward the curtain blocking their view.
"C'mere beautiful," Scabior harshly yanked her to her feet and dragged her upstairs where she was met with the Dark Lord and his inner circle of Death Eaters. "Are you ready to tell us what Potter is up to Mudblood, or shall I let Greyback use you as a scratching post again?," he threatened as Greyback walked behind her and dragged a fingernail down her neck.
She began to twitch and moan as Pomfrey gave her the potion that would wake her from her sleep.
"I'll never tell you anything, you may as well kill me now," she kicked Greyback and struggled out of his hold. "Greyback, Bellatrix, take her and make her talk," she screamed as Greyback bit her shoulder and Bellatrix simultaneously cast the cruciatus curse on her.
"NOOO!", the girl sat up straight in her hospital bed and began heavily panting. She looked around and noticed the three adults staring at her. "There, there, take this potion, it will calm you down and allow you to catch your breath," she took the potion from the healer and swallowed it, immediately feeling better.
"What's going on?" She rasped out at the adults starting down at her. Pomfrey gave her a glass of water while Dumbledore tried to explain what was happening.
"I was hoping we could start with your name dear" he said kindly.
"Oh, It's Hermione, Hermione Granger," she answered.
"Well Ms. Granger, I was hoping you could tell me where it is you came from? We found a most curious object on your person," he pulled out a smashed time turner from the bedside table, "and I was wondering, what year is it for you?"
Hermione looked shocked, "It was 1997, and I had just attempted escape from some Death Eaters who were holding me captive," The adults gasped and McGonagall grasped her hand as Hermione kept talking, "Har.." she stopped from saying names and continued with a generic, "my friends and I were looking for Voldemort's horcruxes," Dumbledore sighed heavily and merely nodded his head, "but we were captured by Snatchers. The boys managed to get away, but I wasn't with them at the time and they couldn't get to me. I was there for a week before I managed to escape. While I was running they were shooting so many spells, I guess one hit the time turner because the next thing I know, I was in the Great Hall with you staring at me."
Dumbledore tried to be calming as he explained her situation, "Well Hermione, I would like to welcome you to 1977, September 4th to be exact. I'm very sorry to inform you that we do not know if you will be able to return to your time soon or at all. You see, by you merely being here and interacting with people from your past, the time that you came from has been drastically altered from what you remember."
Tears rolled down Hermione's face as she slowly nodded her head, "What can I do?." Something seemed to click in Hermione's brain as she suddenly looked up at Dumbledore, "I know the Order has been started by now," he looked back at her a little shocked, but nodded. "Could I join? I know so much information that could help you bring him down now before he has a chance to ruin more lives."
"Ms. Granger, I think right now you are too young to..." McGonagall was cut off as Hermione continued, "I've been fighting Voldemort since I was 11, and professor, I think I was sent here for a reason. I'm going to help you destroy him now so that he doesn't have a chance to kill so many people that I love."
"Well Ms. Granger, I will make a compromise with you," Dumbledore said as he moved closer to her, "I will let you join the Order; however, I would ask that you continue your education here at Hogwarts as well."
Hermione smiled up at him, "Really?," she breathed, "I never got to complete my seventh year, I would love to be allowed to return." Hermione had always hated not continuing her education, but it could not be avoided in her time, now she was getting a second chance.
"Thank you so much professor!," She reached over to hug the old wizard. "Well then, Madame Pomfrey, when do you think your patient will be well enough to journey to the Great Hall and be sorted?" Dumbledore smiled.
"Perhaps tomorrow if you are feeling up to it," Pomfrey responded as she began to fuss over Hermione and change some bandages. "I want you to relax completely for the rest of the day," Hermione just smiled up at her and thanked her.
McGonagall stayed with Hermione when Poppy left to deal with some first years that had a potions accident and Dumbledore went to sort out Hermione's records.
"Ms. Granger," she started, "Please call me Hermione," Hermione interrupted and McGonagall merely nodded and continued.
"Hermione, I was wondering if you could tell me why you responded to me the other day" Hermione smiled as Mcgonagall took her hand again.
"When I was at Hogwarts I was in Gryffindor and a bit of a bookworm" she laughed at the memories, "You kind of took me under your wing and helped me through a lot, especially adjusting to the magical world, I'm a muggleborn you see." Hermione took a deep breath and continued, "In my fifth year, my parents were killed by Voldemort, and having no extended family, I became an orphan. You took me in. I lived with the Weasley's most of the time with my two best friends, but you were, for all intents and purposes, my mom."
Mcgonagall looked shocked, but then grasped Hermione and pulled her into a hug. "Well then" she sniffed as she wiped a tear from her cheek, "don't worry about anything while you're here, because I'm here for you."
The two women sat in the hospital wing for most of the night talking until Poppy finally made Minerva leave so that Hermione could get some rest.
