The walk to the Headmaster's office was rather quiet and uneventful, not that she really expected something eventful to happen. Well, on some level, maybe she was, because nothing in this school ever went well for her. Every year she attended something terrible and eventful happened, and honestly being sent back in time almost seemed like nothing compared to all the other things, so clearly something else needed to happen. Why not a troll attack on the way to get back to her own time, or maybe a giant or some random dark wizard; that would clearly make things so much more entertaining. But nope, all that happened was some pleasant conversation and the conversation wasn't about much of anything, just polite things; like favorite classes and the like.

And when they made it to the Gargoyles Narcissa gave a password that made Hermione frown for half a minute. Not because it was odd for her to know the password but it was a muggle candy, something that Dumbledore was famous for doing when he was alive and the Headmaster. As the stairway showed itself it hit her and hard; she went back in time, he was still alive now. She felt her heart race in her chest as she looked up the stairs, she was about to see a man who's funeral she had attended. She really should have expected it, but she hadn't really taken the time to really digest what was going on, if she had that time, she would have been prepared for this.

Sure, she had continued to say Headmaster and she always thought that instead of Headmistress but that was because she wasn't used to the fact Minerva was in charge of the school. It had been Dumbledore for nearly half her life and then it just wasn't anymore. Hermione looked up the stairs once more, and she couldn't help the smile that took over her features, he was alive here, and honestly there was a higher chance of her getting home with his help than anyone else. That old coot knew nearly everything and was always plotting, she was sure he could get her home and he wouldn't push to know about the future either.

"Well, here we are, just head up the stairs and he'll be able to set you up with everything you need. I am sure he is already expecting you, he tends to know just about everything before everyone else."

Hermione looked around and nearly laughed at herself, she had actually forgotten for a moment that the blonde woman was there. "Thank you for your help," she said with a smile directed towards the other woman, "I am sure I would have never found my way here without you." A selective lie, chances are she would have wandered for a couple of hours as she tried to collect her thoughts before tracking someone down and she probably wouldn't have came straight to his office.

"It is really no trouble, I hope you accumulate easily and if you need anything else just let me know," The blond said with a smile before waving and heading off to take care of her own business. Hermione watched the woman go and she had to admit that something felt off about the woman, well, maybe off was the wrong word. She couldn't understand how that woman became the cold hearted bitch that watched her get tortured and nearly killed, there was just such a huge difference between this woman and the one she briefly met.

Hermione took a deep breath and shrugged before taking her first step towards the old man's office, thoughts of Narcissa and what changed her were for another time. Right now, she needed to go home and the first step to that was right up these stairs. And once she made it to the top Dumbledore was right on cue, simply sitting behind his desk, almost as if she was waiting for her. Hermione looked him over and she just couldn't help the smile that was taking over her features, it was so good to see him alive and well and well, he didn't look any different. Maybe his beard was just a little bit shorter but that was it.

"And what dear child can I do for you?" there was that twinkle in his eye as he smiled towards her while she took a seat across from him.

"Well Professor I was hoping that you could get me home, I seem to have managed to get myself into quite the pickle."

"Oh? And where exactly is home and how did you get here exactly?" With the way he was looking at her, she could almost swear he already knew exactly what had happened. But of course, he was never the type to just straight up tell someone what he knew, or how he knew, no he spoke in riddles. But that was part of his charm.

"It's not exactly where but when," she reached for the chain around her neck and placed what remained of her time turner on the desk, "as to how I got here, well my time turner broke when I fell down the stairs." Hermione paused as she looked sheepish, "I was hoping you would be able to get me back home sir."

"Hmm, now that is a tuff thing to deal with, normally when these things break they toss people into the future and when that happens, well it's easy to get them a new one and simply send them back. Though there have been a few reported cases of people being sent back into time," he almost seemed to smirk a bit, "but there were always causes for those cases, a strong pull to the past; typically a desire for something that can only be found in the past."

Hermione nodded a couple of times, she could understand that, magic sometimes worked in odd ways in the most inopportune time. She could see how when a time turner was destroyed it worked in the opposite fashion than it was designed to work. Controlled the sands sent people back in time, uncontrolled it sent them forward in time; meaning her magic had to have controlled the sands without her input to send her back, but why and how.

"So, Miss-"

"Granger, Hermione Granger,"

"Miss Granger, what could possibly draw you to the past, I wonder?" He didn't give her a chance to respond, "Anyway, I'll do what I can to get you sent home but it will take time, so I need to stash you in a place where you can blend in and not draw attention to yourself. Tell me, what year were you and what house?"

"Seventh year and Gryffindor, sir," she could only imagine his plan, and she was sure she wasn't going to like it.

"Good, good, this could work, yes, I'll have you join the seventh year class, it won't be too hard to explain a new student since it is rather early in the term. We just need to avoid the Gryffindor house, we wouldn't want people to recognize you when you join Hogwarts for the first time, now would we?" There was that twinkle in his eye that automatically sent chills down her spine, "Let's place you in the Slytherin until I find a way to send you back home and of course let's keep this time travel business to ourselves, yes?"

Hermione had been right, he wanted her to take her place in the seventh year class and unfortunately in the Slytherin house. The place that held all the Death Eaters before they became evil bastards or as they were becoming evil bastards. This was clearly just great, she was stuck here for the time being and in the Serpents Den. "Of course Sir, but I can't use my last name, they wouldn't accept a non-pureblood in their house and on top of that everyone would know once I joined Hogwarts when I turned eleven."

"Well then of course we'll have to give you a new last name, while you are here, you will be known as Hermoine Blishwick."