Tonight, it is just me and Luna. Harry was visiting Teddy, already trying to step up as a godfather even though Andromeda would be watching the boy. I know it is particularly hard for him, seeing Teddy now an orphan. He wants to be able to give him the best childhood possible since he knows firsthand what it does to a child when they do not have one.

"Bloody Dursleys." I mutter to myself.

Not only have I stopped caring about others use of profanity, I have started using it a lot myself. I guess living in a tent for months with two boys can do that to a person. Also, living through a war really starts to put into perspective things that truly matter, and well, one's use of vocabulary does not seem to be high on my list anymore.

I sit by the fire and watch the embers burn. Luna and I have bonded a lot since school. I consider her a close friend; being tortured at the hands of the same people does tend to bring people together. I pick at the threads of my jumper while Luna distractedly messes with my hair, changing the color from my dull brown to red, to honey, to strawberry blonde, and then a platinum so similar to her own. I think it comforts her to fiddle around, keeps her mind off things. I look at her as she settles on a golden blonde, quirking an eyebrow and she smiles back.

"Now the eyes."

I can't see what color she makes them but there is a flash in my eye each time she switches back and forth. After a while I think she gets bored. I know eventually the changes she made will wear off and I will once again have my signature brown unruly hair and chocolate eyes. Luna comes back holding a small vial.

"I have been working on this potion for the past few days. A way to get my mind off things I suppose, just a bit of tinkering with the original. Would you mind trying it? I would consider asking someone else, but it seems to be only us tonight."

I grab the bottle not truly caring whatever it is, I trust Luna and what do I have to lose anyways? Chugging the contents down I gag at the thick viscous texture.

"So sorry about the flavor. I tried to add some honeysuckle, but it kept interfering with the potency."

I glance over myself trying to detect any changes that may have occurred from swallowing the foul brew. Suddenly my arms shrink at the same time as my legs and I am soon sitting lower to the ground looking up at a serenely smiling Luna.

"What have you done?"

She lets out an airy laugh and sits beside me in front of the fire.

"It is a special de-aging potion. The effects are quite potent; my research shows that it should imitate a full reversal to a previous age. The only way to become your original age is to either live through the years a second time, or drink the antidote. Do not worry, I have brewed that as well."

"And to what age have I been, de-aged to." I say gesturing wildly to myself.

"Oh I don't know, from the looks of it, anywhere from 8 to 10."

I press my palms to my face. Those were not my best years. I reach forward to touch my too large front teeth, but before I can Luna has raised her wand again and I feel them shrink back up towards the roof of my mouth.

"I remember how much you used to fret over your teeth."

I laugh and the sound rings in my ears. How long has it been since I laughed?

"Well when can I return to my original age? Now that we know the potion works?"

"Oh, I will retrieve it first thing in the morning. I have kept most of my supplies in the Room of Requirement. Works as a fantastic potions lab."

Luna once told me about her mother. A brilliant witch who loved to tinker with potions and spells. Seems Luna is like her mother in that way as well. Nothing too out of the ordinary for a Ravenclaw, however. I just hope she is careful, I cannot imagine losing another friend.

"That is fine. I trust you Luna. Would you like to go check out the library with me? I have been meaning to go see how everything was, but I have been so caught up with everything else these past few days."

"I would love too! I was hoping to go patrol the corridors for Nargles, but I could meet you there after a quick sweep?"

She nods her head to where McGonagall's time turner lays, a gift from the newly appointed headmaster.

"It never does one good to dwell on the past Hermione, I should know. You will always be one of my brightest students, though that is to be expected from a 3rd year who is allowed to dabble in time magic." She says quirking her lips at me.

"I would like you to have this. It is my own personal time turner. I do not need it, and I fear the temptation may be too strong for me, but if I could trust anyone with it, it would certainly be you. You definitely have the credentials."

I examined the delicate necklace in my hand. The golden circle with the shining hourglass in the center, fine glittering sand moving as I turned it over in my palm.

"Thank you so much Professor. I will keep it safe."

"You should take that with you. You do not want it to fall into the wrong hands."

I silently agree. I get up from the floor swaying on my too small legs. I pick up the time turner from the table and put it over my head, tucking it into my sweater and letting the cold metal touch my skin. As I leave through the portrait hole I do not dare glance in a mirror, too nervous to see what I looked like at the moment with blonde hair and stranger's eyes in an eight year olds body. Hopefully the spells she cast would wear off soon.

"Don't be too long!" I call back as I leave.