A/N: Here's the second chapter which I hope you'll all enjoy as much as the first ! Tell me what you think.

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He brought her to the Hospital Wing where Mrs. Pomfrey was already pulling out her vials and bandages.

"Oh!" She exclaimed in shock upon seeing the victim. "My, but she's nothing more than a child!" She whispered upon closer inspection.

"Indeed," Dumbledore murmured, eyeing the child lying on the hospital bed, having a feeling that she was not as much a child as she appeared.

Few, if any, children knew the spells she had uttered and none had her obvious magical prowess.

"Albus, I'm afraid you may need to step out, I'm going to have to undress her," Poppy told him.

"Do you wish for me to request the aid of Saint Mungo's? I'm sure they could spare a Healer or two," he said, while stepping behind the curtain.

"I think it would be best," Poppy agreed, casting a diagnostic spell. "Why Albus! I'm afraid that I don't know a quarter of these spells and some, my wand can't even recognize!"

Dumbledore's eyebrows arched at her words. "How peculiar... It would seem that this young girl has been attacked with spells that have yet to be officially recorded."

"How is that possible? Only Casters can create spells!" Minerva claimed.

He nodded gravely. "I venture to guess that this young lady is not of this time."

"A Time Traveller, you say?" Poppy proclaimed eyes wide. "Those are extremely rare, Albus! Not to mention dangerous! It is not something to jest about!"

"Indeed I do not jest, Poppy! If you had seen what Minerva and I witnessed in the courtyard, you would understand."

"He speaks the truth, Poppy. I do not believe she purposefully time travelled. It appeared to be quite against her will that it happened," Minerva soothed.

"From when do you suppose she came then?"

"At least a couple years from now. She mentioned the name Voldemort, it seemed like she was fighting the war against him," Dumbledore observed sadly.

"He must become very powerful in the next few years if he is able to start a war outright," McGonagall stated.

"Heal her well, Poppy, call me as soon as she wakes," Dumbledore ordered.

"Let the poor girl regain her strength," Poppy admonished.

"I do not think we have time to wait. If there is to be war in a short number of years, I wish to be informed," Albus spoke coolly.

"You know she can not reveal what she knows! We are not talking about a three hour time travel here Albus, but of years! That's against the law!"

"This is why everything that happened here tonight will stay between us three. We are the only ones that can know. She will join Hogwarts when school starts. She will live out the rest of her life here like any other student. We shall agree to a back story with her when she wakes up. We will find someone for her to live with, trustworthy people who will take her in, no questions asked."

The three Hogwarts staff members eyed the young girl, not understanding how she could have gotten here and fretting over all the reasons why she had travelled through time.


For you, Hermione Granger…

This Magical Core comes from Merlin himself…

Those sentences echoed in Hermione's mind as she sat in what appeared to be never-ending peaceful abyss. She mulled the words over and over as the different voices repeated themselves. She sat legs crossed, staring into nothing as she thought, not realizing the time going by. Suddenly, she could feel a dull throbbing pain in the far recesses of her brain, and as the pain grew, it became harder for her to ignore. She gasped and jumped up, her body tense as she awoke with a scream. People were moving around her, their gestures frantic, pushing her panic to the limit. All she could remember were the Death Eaters attacking her, trying to kill her and all she could feel was the pain from the curses that had struck true.

Hermione started crying when she was forcibly pushed down onto the bed, her tears a mix of fear and unbearable pain. Her body was shaking uncontrollably, her sobs wracking through her figure. Someone was trying to speak to her but Hermione's mind couldn't seem to understand the words passing in the air.

"Please, please," she begged, for what exactly she wasn't sure.

The female voice that had been trying to reassure her paused and Hermione saw her shadow turn away, obviously speaking to someone else.

"Miss, please calm down, you need to swallow this calming draught," the woman tried again.

Hermione was surprised that she had finally understood something spoken to her and she gasped, unable to stop herself. Her mind seemed to come back under her control and she looked around, taking in her surroundings at last and easily recognizing the place she was currently in. The hands holding her down carefully released her as Hermione's body relaxed noticeably. A vial was pushed gently against her lips and Hermione swallowed the liquid down greedily.

She dropped her head back onto the pillow and her gaze fell on the people around her bed: two mediwitches she did not know, a bizarrely younger Mrs. Pomfrey, and a barely changed Professor Dumbledore. She smiled at them serenely, the potion she had drank taking effect.

"Professor Dumble…" She trailed off, her eyelids drooping. "… how… now?" She mumbled.

After those seemingly meaningless words, Hermione drifted off to sleep under the curious gaze of the four adults.

"It appears she knows who I am, and yet we remain clueless as to her identity," Dumbledore spoke with a twinkle in his eyes. "Let her rest and when she wakes up fully aware of her surroundings, call me."


Hermione sighed, relaxed as she opened her eyes and turned her head towards the open curtain. She smiled when she saw the young Mrs. Pomfrey bustling about her office, even though school hadn't even started yet. At least Hermione suspected it hadn't. She frowned, leaning against her forearms and taking a long look around the Hospital Wing. No, it didn't look like school had begun yet.

"My dear girl, are you willing to speak with us now?" Dumbledore inquired, as he stepped into the room and noticed her open eyes.

"May I ask a few questions first, Sir? I find myself quite- um-," her eyes snapped over to her old Transfiguration teacher who stood next to the Headmaster. "Confused by what is happening. I really don't understand what became of the school, much less why you are here looking like you are…" She trailed off, her mind taking her through a maze that no one would understand but that made perfect sense to herself.

Her brown eyes widened in realization. "Oh my," she mumbled, raising a bandaged hand to rub her temple.

Hermione remained silent as she observed all the adults in the room. She knew she could trust all three of them as they were all future Order members, or were they already Order members? For the life of her, Hermione couldn't figure out when she was and thus she couldn't know if the Order of the Phoenix existed yet. Though that was neither here nor there. She should tell them everything, indeed, judging from the calculating look in Dumbledore's eyes, they had already figured out that she was a Time Traveller. She supposed it was good news that she hadn't already been turned into the Ministry which would have been the natural procedure for someone travelling as far back as she obviously had. Of course, they didn't know from when she came so perhaps they were still waiting to discover that information before handing her in.

Hermione bit her bottom lip to keep herself from blabbering her inner thought process aloud. She knew she should speak as they continued to stare at her expectantly but Hermione's conscious seemed to hold her back as she looked at Dumbledore, a slightly wary glint in her gaze. No matter how good his intentions were, Dumbledore was a master at manipulation. And Hermione was woman enough to admit that she was not in the mood to be manipulated any which way for the greater good. No, in fact she had had quite enough of that at the moment.

However, the fact remained that she needed to tell someone. Hermione quickly brought to mind the list of Order Member's and eliminated everyone that was underage. As she thought over the remaining names, her mind pushed forward one particular name. She hesitated as he wasn't technically an Order Member despite the fact that he had fought for the Order. It was rapidly decided for her, however. She would trust Aberforth with her information as he was powerful, under the radar, and definitely less meddlesome than Dumbledore.

She breathed in deeply before shaking her head. "I wish to speak with Aberforth first," she stated, her tone leaving little room for argument.

Albus shared a brief look with Minerva before nodding and waving his wand sending a flying letter to his brother.

The trio sat silently waiting for the other man to arrive and just when the silence started to grow heavy and awkward a tall, intimidating man with shabby clothes strolled in confidently.

"I will soon stop coming when you call me brother. In case you hadn't noticed, I do not need to answer to your beck and call."

"Some information is too dangerous to put on paper, as you very well know," Albus replied calmly.

"To you all information is dangerous. What was it this time? Did your Order fail?"

"No. In fact, I summoned you because of this young lady here," Dumbledore waved towards Hermione who was still lying on the hospital bed.

Aberforth's eyes flew to the small group, a frown growing on his face as he studied Hermione's unimpressive form.

Hermione sat up, back straight and chin high. "My dear, you shouldn't sit up yet, you've only just woken up," Poppy commented gently, as she checked her injuries.

"I wish to speak with Aberforth," she paused when no one moved. "Alone."

The other occupants sighed and nodded as they all gathered their things and left the room. Aberforth had yet to approach her and instead observed her from his place near the door with his eyebrows raised. Once everyone had left the room they remained silent for a while still before Hermione motioned to the chair by her bedside.

"Would you like to sit?"

"I'm comfortable as it is, thank you," Aberforth refused, but came closer none the less.

Hermione nodded, looking out the window thoughtfully. "I'm not quite sure where to start," she admitted quietly.

"Why not from the start?" Aberforth offered, his tone bored but his eyes betraying his slowly growing curiosity.

"First, could you place a few privacy wards and silencing charms around us? That is if you don't mind?"

"Why?" Abe wanted to know, his gaze wary but doing as she asked anyway.

"Otherwise I'm sure Dumbledore would somehow know of every word we said."

Abe snorted. "Wise girl."

When he was done he stood at the foot of her bed and waited patiently for her to start her story. "This is all very confusing for me Mr. Dumbledore. I only vaguely have an idea of what might have happened to me and, if what I suspect is true, then the less people know about my past, the better."

"What might your past be?"

"War and destruction. Death and loss. I can't go into the details of what occurred or else I could ruin everything. Situations such as mine are a very delicate matter and must be treated with utmost care."

"And what exactly is your situation?"

"I seem to have travelled through time," Aberforth's curiosity peaked and he stepped forward in order to hear her small voice better. "I do not know how or why it happened, but it did and I don't know how to fix it."

"From when do you come?" He wanted to know.

"I can't remember the exact date as I had no way of keeping up to date back then but I'm almost certain it was May 1998."

"1998? That is a very long way away. You are now in the year 1971. August 29th to be exact and if my brother's letter is anything to go by, you've been asleep for a week and a half."

"1971? So the Order has been created."

"You know of my brother's attempt to build a sort of secret resistance group against one measly wizard?" Aberforth sneered.

"Yes, in fact that 'sort of resistance group' ends up saving over a hundred lives directly and all of Great Britain indirectly," Hermione spoke angrily.

She may not agree with all of Dumbledore's methods but she still admired the man greatly and it went without saying that the Light Side would have suffered from a much greater loss without him.

"Anyway, that's beside the point. What's important right now is that I need your help."

"My help? Why not my brother's if he's such a hero?"

"Albus Dumbledore has a number of redeeming qualities but he does tend to manipulate situations to his liking without warning those around him and frankly I'm no longer willing to be manipulated. I would much rather do the manipulating this time around."

Aberforth chuckled throatily. "I believe I'm starting to quite like you. You're careful of Albus unlike everyone else around. You're smart and far wiser than your years."

"I went through a war, Sir and helped defeat the Darkest Wizard of all time. I like to think I'm somewhat more mature than those around me."

"Helped defeat? Is the future world in such despair that it entrusts such serious matters to a child?"

"A child?" Hermione repeated, her voice almost afraid. "How old do you think I am?" She demanded.

"If I had to guess I'd say around ten years old," he shrugged.

"What?!" Hermione screeched, not caring about her health as she summoned a full length mirror and lept from the bed.

As Hermione stood before the mirror she raked her eyes over her small body. She had been so concentrated on her Time-Travelling and deciding what she would tell people she had failed to notice that her body had shrunk to half it's previous size. Her hair had become horribly bushy once again, no longer the crazy but controllable mess of curls from her teenage years. Her two front teeth had doubled in size once again, returning to the signature buck teeth she had been mercilessly teased for in her childhood.

"Bloody hell," she muttered in shock.


"What do you mean she just fainted?"

"She jumped to look at her reflection and then after a few seconds she fainted out of the blue," Aberforth explained with a careless shrug. "I think I'll be leaving."

"Was she done speaking with you?" Albus checked.

"I don't think-"

"Then you will be staying right here."

"Very well," Aberforth agreed with a tired sigh.

"It was a very light faint. She'll be waking soon, Albus," Madame Pomfrey informed the group.

"Then we will wait," Minerva stated, making an arm chair appear in the room and sitting down on it gracefully.

Albus and Minerva discussed the approaching arrival of Hogwarts' students while Poppy seemed unable to relax, casting spells and checking up on all of Hermione's wounds. Aberforth sat silently, staring intently at the young girl until she woke up. Finally, Hermione moaned and her eyes fluttered open.

Not wasting a second, Aberforth leaned forward refusing to break his eye contact with the witch. "Why did you ask for me, Hermione?" He asked, his voice low and thoughtful.

Hermione shifted on the bed, wincing slightly. Her face was as blank as it had ever been, her eyes serious when she responded. "Because I trust you to let me be and help me only when I ask for it."

Aberforth understood exactly what she meant, his gaze flying towards Albus, leaving the others extremely confused.

He nodded slowly, leaning back in his chair. "I see," he murmured. "Then tell me what you want of me."

"I want to know if there is even a slight possibility for me to go home."

Aberforth squinted at her. "I would need to know more about you in order to answer you as truthfully as possible," he explained.

"Surely there is some information you can share without upsetting the timeline?" Albus inquired.

"I suppose," Hermione hesitated. "My name is Hermione Granger and I was born on the 19th of September, 1979 and last I knew, I was in the year 1998 and 18 years old."

"That would explain your reaction to your physique," Dumbledore chuckled with a nod of his head.

Hermione smiled at him, sharing the humour of the situation. "Before I arrived here, I was at Hogwarts, in the courtyard, fighting what we all hoped was going to be the Final Battle. Everyone was there, Death Eaters, Ministry Officials, Order Members, the Hogsmeade villagers, even centaurs and giants. Most importantly there was Harry and Voldemort, with everything that needed to be done, done. I don't know how it happened but after a few moments where my spells affected nothing but the school, time started moving backwards and I found myself here."

"So let me get this straight," Aberforth interrupted. "You travelled through time, completely unexpectedly and turned eleven again in the process?" Hermione nodded. "Then I'm afraid there's nothing we can do," he stated plainly.

"What do you mean?"

"Time Travelling is not something to take lightly. Wizards take travelling back in time very seriously, even if only done over a time period of a few hours. In the whole of the Wizarding World only one person alive knows how to make a Time Turner. An Unspeakable, who only once he is close to death, shares his knowledge with his successor, a person very carefully chosen, someone the Unspeakable will have observed for years previously. That is why so few Time Turners exist, not to mention that it takes a decade to create just one. Terrible things happen to Wizards who mess with time, as we all know. We are wary of meddling with time as it is one of the only things we can never truly understand. Because of this, all Time Turners made can move no further back than a day and never forward. Indeed, moving forward in time, even if just a second, is something Wizards will never attempt. Seers see possibilities, not fates, they see what is most likely to happen to one person should they make a certain decision. The future does not exist until we make it. What would happen to a Wizard or Witch who went forward in time, to a time they have yet to experience, a time that has yet to exist? It is impossible to know. There are many theories of course, though none shall be proven.

"In addition, there are rules to respect while travelling, such as never going back further in time than your date of birth. Time Turners are made so as to avoid such situations. How could one travel to before their birth if they can only go back a few days at the most? The effects on the universe of going back to a time from before you were born would be catastrophic. There is no doubt that a person would be zapped out of existence. You cannot be in a world where you have not existed. Travelling to such a time with a Time Turner would be certain death.

"So, my dear girl, the fact that you are still very much alive shows us that your time travelling was something out of the ordinary. Something never done before. The possibility for you to go home is none-existent, at least, not unless the forces that sent you here decide to send you back."

Hermione frowned, slightly disappointed but she was the brightest witch of her generation for a reason, and had expected that it would most likely be impossible. "I suspected as much," she nodded. "What does this mean for me?"

"It means that you are stuck here for the rest of your life my dear. The future you know, no longer exists. Not yet at any rate."

"So what should I do, even if it no longer exists, I shouldn't be here, it's wrong. My presence could change everything."

"It might yes," Dumbledore agreed, joining the conversation. "Our conscious would not allow us to throw you out into the streets, even if that may appear as the safest reaction. We will create a backstory for you and you will attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry like any other eleven year old. You will blend in and pretend to be your average, everyday student. You will have a normal life Hermione and do everything you can to keep your secret hidden. Should the wrong person learn about it, you and everyone else would be in grave danger. Voldemort would stop at nothing to capture you."

"Of course, I agree. I never intended to tell anyone. I know the risks."

"Very well, if that is the case, I have found a young man who is willing to adopt you as his own, or act as your legal guardian."

"What is his name?" She wondered.

"Guillaume Delacour-"

Hermione choked on a surprised laugh. "Delacour? Had to be them, didn't it?"

"You know of them?"

"I knew some of his descendants rather well," Hermione replied.

"Then you should feel right at home," Albus smiled. "He is a young French bachelor who lives in Paris and would love some extra company during the holidays. He is more than happy to share his name with you."

"You mean to say, I would be a Delacour?" Dumbledore nodded. "Merlin, if Ginny could hear this."

"And how would you explain her coming to Hogwarts instead of Beauxbâtons?"

"Simply she would be the daughter of his second cousin Philippine and François Delacour, who, as we were made aware a month ago, were brutally murdered. Unfourtunately, none of young Miss Delacour's close family were eager to take her in when they heard she was the only one to have survived the attack. So despite enjoying his single and free life, Guillaume Delacour welcomed the young girl into his life as a little sister, daughter, friend, whichever you prefer. Both hoping for a new start they moved to England and Guillaume decided that sending his distant cousin to Hogwarts would be best and practical."

"It sounds plausible enough," Hermione agreed.

She saw no problem with going to live with a man of Dumbledore's choice, the Delacour family was a respectable and honourable one to be sure. Though she would be careful to not reveal anything too important to the man, in case he was spying for Dumbledore.

"What do you need me for then Miss Delacour?" Aberforth questioned.

"I only need to know that you will be willing to help me if ever I should come and ask you."

"That is something I suppose I can do."

Hermione grinned at him. "Thank you, Sir."

"Though I do have one thing to say before you get all excited," he paused. "None of this will work if you can't speak French."


"Hello, I hear you're to be the new Miss Delacour," a man spoke as he approached the young girl.

"Thank you so much for letting me take your name," Hermione said, shyly.

"No need to thank me, any decent man would have done the same! It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Guillaume Delacour," he claimed, clasping her hand in his and kissing it along with a gracious bow.

"Hermione Gr-Delacour, forgive me, that will take some getting used to."

"Understandable, I assure you," he laughed. "Shall we be off? Much to do and little time to do it in!"

Nodding Hermione straightened out her outfit and with a childish giggle, took the arm he offered her, following him out of the room where they had met. They discussed many topics on their way out of the Hogwarts grounds, disapparating as soon as they crossed the large, intimidating gates.

"Follow me," he instructed as he pushed a small fence open, leading her into a quaint garden. "This is your home from now on, so feel free to do as you wish."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Please, none of that, I feel like an old man. I may have adopted you but I'm not that much older than you. Call me Guillaume."

"How old are you, Guillaume?" Hermione asked with a smile.

"Twenty, my dear, and counting."

"How is it you speak such perfect English?"

"Grew up in Ireland until my 13th year. After a few years commuting between Beauxbâtons and Ireland, my family decided it was finally time to move back to France."

"That explains the slight accent."

"And you, apparently you speak clean French, how is that?"

"My mother was half French, so we often went over there to visit family during every holiday. It was tradition. I'll miss that."

"Ma chérie, I can't say that I hope you'll get over the pain, one can never forget the pain of a lost loved one, and you lost all in one go, but I hope that I will fill the void within to at least some extent. I will be for you, whatever you need me to be, a brother, friend, father, cousin even an acquaintance if you wish to keep your distance from me."

Hermione looked up at him with tears in her eyes and a watery smile. "Je ne refuserais pas un frère, j'en ai jamais eu."

Guillaume smiled at her affectionately and cupped her face in his large hands, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. "I'll be the best big brother you could ever ask for, ma puce."

"Thank you."

He shook his head. "Never thank someone for their affection, Hermione. Simply show your gratitude by caring for them in return."

A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed the previous chapter, I'm glad you enjoyed it! And thank you to those who pointed out a few mistakes, I corrected them but there might still be some left. If there are any in this chapter, please notify me and I will fix them (whether they are spelling, vocabulary or whatnot).

Thank you again! Enjoy! Review!

Thank you Guest Lala for requesting translations... Didn't think about it!

Ma chérie - Darling

Ma puce - Sweetie

Je ne refuserais pas un frère, j'en ai jamais eu. - I wouldn't say no to the possibility of a brother, I've never had one.