A/N: Sorry this is such a short chapter, but I wanted it to be separate from my next one.

Disclaimer: In no way do I own Harry Potter. I just use the characters.

When Hermione opened her eyes after she had walked through the mirror, she found herself falling to the floor. Thankfully, she stopped herself, and looked behind her to see what she had tripped and saw it was Ginny, still in the position she fell in.

"Oomph." Ginny grunted in pain, Hermione's shoe had hit Ginny's head when she tripped.

"Sorry." Hermione apologized.

Hermione got up and looked around. They seemed to have entered the same room they had left. Which made Hermione wonder if they had even walked through the mirror at all, if she had just imagined it. This thought was banished from her mind when a pale thing wizard with an extremely long beard spoke.

"How nice of you to drop in." He said jovially.

"Professor Dumbledore?" both Ginny and Hermione said incredulously.

"The very same." He replied calmly.

" But, but, you're- uh…." Ginny trailed off.

" Welcome to 1977." Dumbledore said ignoring her comment.

"1977?" Hermione asked, the pitch of her voice rising.

"September 1st to be exact. The Hogwarts Express should be arriving in a half an hour or so." He replied looking at a clock on the wall.

"Well then, I guess we better be getting back then…" Ginny said turning around.

"Yeah, I guess we should." Hermione agreed. She walked toward the space where the mirror was, but stopped when she saw the mirror was no longer there.

"Where's the mirror?" Hermione cried out in panic.

"Ahh, yes, I was just getting to that, but first things first. You have yet to ask how I know you are from the future." He continued on with out waiting for the question. "Well, my future self has recently contacted me through a memory in my penseive." He finished.

"Leave it to Dumbledore to figure a way to do that." Ginny muttered to Hermione.

"Anyway, back to the mirror. You see that mirror is a very mysterious thing. From what I have learned and observed, it comes and goes randomly, for monthly, or sometimes yearly gaps at a time. And at this present time, it is the only way known for you to return to your own time."

"Years?" Hermione asked, sounding defeated.

"Well, most likely it will only be a few months, but for the time being, you should probably stay here and continue your schooling."

"Continue our schooling?" Ginny asked, as if it were the silliest idea she had ever heard of. "What if we change time? We could do some serious damage!"

" Well Ms.Weasley, I am a strong believer in fate, aren't you?" Ginny didn't answer him.

"Well since that matters settled, I suggest you two now pick new surnames, or the sorting hat will recognize you later." Seeing their blank faces, he started to help them. "Okay, what are your middle names?"

"Jane." Hermione said.

"Well that's easy, how about James? You'll be able to answer to that right?"

"Yes."

"Okay then, how about you?" He asked Ginny.

"Well I've been thinking about this, about this, and you can't change Molly into a suitable surname, and I think Wessler would be nice."

"So it's settled then, we should head down stairs, for the feast."

"But sir, is being sorted really necessary? I mean we've already been sorted once, and that was traumatizing enough." Hermione pleaded.

"Well now, Ms.James. How would it look if suddenly two new students just got to choose what house they were in? Besides, you already know what's to be expected." The girls nodded in agreement.