Chapter-1 A Father-Daughter Thing

Hermione had expected some initial gut wrenching sickness when she was considering the aftermath of travelling back in time from 1998 to 1971, this feeling that she was currently feeling however, had her wishing for swift death.

At least the bed was comfortable, the hospital wing in her time did not have cots this comfortable. But still, death would be preferable to this, the inside of her brain hurt.

I'm sure Harry would understand, if I gave up on the future changing endeavour and just died, he's a good man that Harry Potter.

"Hey there superstar!"

That doesn't sound like Madam Pomfrey

"It's not Madam Pomfrey..."

Ok did this person just read my mind? But they don't sound like Dumbledore either

"I'm not reading your mind honey, you are saying stuff out loud. Also what the hell is a Dumbledore?"

Hermione had painstakingly managed to open her eyes, the first thing she noticed was the fact that she was not at Hogwarts at all, the room she was in, looked like a suite in an expensive hotel and there was a rather beautiful woman perched on the foot of the bed, she was wearing leather pants, a green shirt and dangerously high heels.

She looked to be in her twenties and reminded Hermione of Sirius Black

Trouble

The woman in question though seemed unaware of Hermione's distress and was cheerfully waving at her...

"Who are you?!" Hermione demanded to know while trying to pat around for her wand.

"Are you looking for this?" the woman was now holding up Hermione's wand and waving it around as if she was conducting a choir.

But before Hermione had a chance to start fighting for it, the woman had just tossed it to her.

This is... confusing

"My name is Zamara Azana-Krumwell, you are Hermione Granger and you've been messing around with time travel you naughty girl..." The woman was now waggling her eyebrows at Hermione as if she had caught Hermione looking at the 'Gladrags' Aurors of Steel Calendar'.

Which was understandably disturbing for Hermione.

"How do you know me? Where are we? What is happening?" Hermione wanted answers and she wanted them immediately.

She had had a plan in place, travel back in time and ask Dumbledore for help, he'd have no way of sending her back in time so he'd just have to let her join the student body and then she'd get to working on the Horcrux extermination project and make sure that Harry grows up with no death looming over his shoulder.

"Umm... we are in London, this is my town house. You were passed out in that school of yours for almost 2 hours and I started to think that you were going to die there so I brought you here."

Nobody found me for almost 2 hours... that's just unfortunate

Hermione winced as she tried to sit up a bit but her entire body protested the moment she shifted an inch.

"Yeah, you might not want to do that, you have time lag, it's like jet lag but eighty five thousand times worse" she grimaced.

"Ms. Azana-Krumwell you've told me your name but not who you are... How do you know who I am? How do you know about the time travel?" this did indeed feel like getting caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

"Oh you're cute, please never call me that again, it makes me sound much older than I am, I am a member of Father Time's staff, that's how I know about the time travel and you shouldn't be so modest Hermione, you just save Magical England from Magic Nazis and also killed Magic Hitler, that's a name worth knowing." she finished with a wink.

Hermione couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her, this was a very peculiar woman.

"Actually Harry Potter was the one who killed Magic Hitler..."

"But you made sure that no one killed Harry Potter and from what little I know about that boy, I understand that was the hardest job in that operation." Zamara said knowingly

I'm inclined to agree with her.

"Father Time has a staff?" nobody had told Hermione that.

"Of course he does! To keep miscreants like you in line," she raised an eyebrow at her "It's more of a family business type situation with me, you see, I am Father Time's daughter" she said with a wide smile.

Okay this woman is clearly trying to pull a fast one over you, Father Time doesn't have children that's a ridiculous thing to even insinuate.

But before Hermione had a chance of making her scepticism known, Zamara had snapped her finger and a Phoenix had appeared in the room and then promptly turned into a leather clad man.

Did I even manage to time-travel into the past or do I just have brain tumour hallucinations?

"Okay time to talk business Hermione," Zamara had now gotten up from the bed and was perusing through a folder that the Phoenix man had just handed her. "You have two choices because right now nobody in this year has seen you so this timeline is completely unaffected by you. So if you were to choose to shove this whole thing, and just go back home to the defeated Magic Hitler, I can do that for you."

"No! Please I have to fix this for Harry!" Hermione couldn't just give up... that was not even an option.

And Zamara seemed to be on the same page because she was smiling like the Cheshire cat now.

"Excellent..." she hissed as she pulled two envelopes from the folder that were clearly Hogwarts' letters and fanned herself with them, "So it's option B! Looks like we're gonna' attend Hogwarts together, sister dearest!"

"Umm what?" Hermione's confusion only grew as Zamara placed one of the envelopes on her lap.

It was addressed to 'Hermione Krumwell'.

"I'm gonna' help you!" Zamara exclaimed.

"I don't need your help!" Hermione protested.

"Hermione you were lying on the floor at Hogwarts for six hours before I brought you here..." Zamara scoffed.

"WHAT?! YOU SAID TWO BEFORE!"

"I lied"

"IF YOU WORK FOR FATHER TIME THEN WHY WOULD YOU HELP ME TAMPER WITH TIME?" there was no space for this weird stranger in Hermione's plan.

"I don't just work for him, he is my father. And we're having some issues right now, so, what better way is there to get back at your father who is the God of Time, than deleting an entire timeline and rebuilding it from scratch? Right Ezra?" she was referring to the Phoenix man now who was standing in a corner, wide eyed and shaking his head rather vehemently.

"Umm... I'd prefer to stay very far away from this father-daughter thing actually," he said with a tight smile "I have put your and Miss Granger's fake names in the Hogwarts registry though... so just let me know if anything changes."

With that he turned back into a Phoenix and disappeared in a ball of flame.

"It's so fun when he does that!" Zamara had turned back to Hermione now, "Ezra is my fixer, he solves my problems, I love that guy" She sighed.

"Mars... I don't need your help-" Hermione was still trying to get this uninvited character off her back but she was cut short.

"Hermione I understand that you were planning on doing things 'Dumbledore-style', all alone and covert, but you have to trust me when I say that you do need my help."

"I thought you didn't know who Dumbledore was." Hermione whispered

"Pfft only an idiot wouldn't know the German Magic Hitler's ex-boyfriend..." Zamara winked at Hermione again, "You do have the choice of going back still."

"No I don't" said Hermione with gritted teeth.

"Well if you stay then I stay." Zamara shrugged

"I can't let you do that." Hermione pleaded

"You have no choice in that matter Hermione" Zamara sounded like she had limited patience left

"You don't understand, I won't be able to do what I need to do if you stay here with me!" Hermione was almost begging now and that intrigued Zamara.

"And what exactly are you planning on doing here that you won't be able to do in front of me?" Zamara asked

"I'm going to kill someone..." Hermione whispered

"Duh! Yeah you're gonna' kill Voldemort, I have no problem with that." Zamara said in a matter-of-fact way.

"Not just him"

"Uh oh then who?" Zamara was thinking that maybe she had misjudged this girl

"Peter Pettigrew" Hermione had named her target and Zamara only had one question,

"Is he a bad guy?"

That's complicated, he is eleven right now

But Hermione wasn't about to reveal that to Zamara... at least not yet.

"Yes" he will be in the future.

"Then I'm in!"

Uh oh indeed.

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