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The Time Traveller

Chapter Two: The Mysterious Guest.

The gardens of Hogwarts were unusually quiet, there were no students out and about on this warm evening which would usually be considered unusual. The Only sign of life on this lazy day were two red birds jovially flying in the sky, playing air tag, follow the leader and catch me if you can. The smallest bird suddenly decided to leave and left the big bird to adventure around the castle grounds. The bird was starting to perform a huge air dive when he suddenly caught sight of a small body of a female and decided to check her out. The red bird landed near the body and noticed little signs of life; he started to weep on her soft face and grabbed her by the shoulders, shrieking to get madam pomfrey's attention.

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Madam Pomfrey sat in the infirmary reading an article about an outbreak of dragon pox in Romania. She was just about to retire to her bedchambers when suddenly, Fawkes apparated into the infirmary dragging an unconscious girl with him. "Fawkes! What happened to this poor child?" Madam Pomfrey inquired bewilderedly. Fawkes could only trill softly hoping the girl would get better. "You better warn the headmaster, Fawkes." Pomfrey told the phoenix, and in a puff of smoke and fire, the phoenix went off to alert the headmaster.

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Headmaster Dumbledore sat beside the unconscious girl on the hospital bed. He took in her features and asked himself repeatedly if he had ever seen her. He felt as if he knew her, yet not yet. He waited patiently by her bedside for the past week, it would be surprising if she woke up anytime soon, falling from the astronomy tower would usually cause death, unless the castle didn't want her dead? But the real question is who is she, and how did she get here? All students who currently attended Hogwarts were off on vacation and the school term would not start until two weeks. But that wasn't all that chewed on the headmaster's mind, how had this girl gotten through Hogwarts's wards and protective spells. He checked and made sure all wards were not breached, all though an alarm would of sound if they had been, But one could never be too safe with a rampart dark lord around.

He began to rise from his seat when his mystery patient decided to finally wake up. "Professor Dumbledore?" The girl inquired. "Yes, my dear?" "Tell Professor Snape it's not his fault. I forgive him." This confused Professor Dumbledore and before he could ask her what she meant she passed out. Dumbledore was almost out of the door when madam Pomfrey decided to show him a peculiar piece. "I found this in her robes Albus." Madam Pomfrey said holding up a golden chain with a broken hourglass attached. A bit of the dust pooled in one of the curves in the fragile glass.

Dumbledore sighed gravelly, staring into the eyes of Minerva McGonagall. "It seems Minerva, We have a traveller. A visitor if you may" Albus was about to continue when an annoyed Minerva interrupted. 'Damn his theatrics' she thought.

"I'm sorry to interrupt Albus, But if you could cut to the chase this would ease my mind better, And to think, that a girl could cut through our wards Albus! What if she was sent by You-Know-Who? She could be sent to gather information for the other side!" McGonagall started worriedly. "Rest assured Minerva, The girl has no traces or signatures of dark Magic. She has no dark mark on her arm as well." Minerva muttered something that mysteriously sounded like 'glamour charms'

"But how did she get in Albus?" Minerva shot back.

"It seems that the girl is a time traveller Minerva. Madam Pomfrey found what looked like a broken time-turner and it seems she fell, or was pushed off the astronomy tower causing her to fall and break her time-turner. I suppose that whilst she was falling, the time turner had spun as well sending her back here, or the castle along with fate sent her here. As you know, the sand in the time turner is the most important part as it is under the tempus praepostera enchantment. It allows it and the owner of the sand to reverse or send them back in time. As the glass shattered, it must have clouded her in its dust sending her along with it back in time."

"But how does that work Albus?" McGonagall inquired.

"If I am correct, one would need a jar or a container of sorts that would be; I guess you could say, suspended in time. It is of the past, present and future, using sacred sand only found inside the pyramids of Egypt, one would suspend each grain in time as well. Each grain would represent a minute, Hour or even years. With each turn of the hourglass, we ask it to take us back in time. The time turner cannot transport us anywhere we haven't been. So the girl must have been on school ground when the time turner decided to bring her back in time. The only possibility would be fate." At that moment Madam Pomfrey decided to floo the headmaster interrupting Dumbledore's theory of the mystery girl's arrival. "Albus, The girl's awake and she has been asking to speak to you for a while." Madam Pomfrey informed the duo before she left to tend to the girl.

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Hermione was frustrated, 'what does Madam Pomfrey mean she doesn't know me? Hogwarts must of finally gone bonkers' Hermione sat dejected on the hospital bed reading the daily prophet. She was reading a recent article named Venerae's Vixen's; Vivacious lingerie shop, or a Vexing situation for the uptight? An article written by Rita Skeeter.

"It seems like the new wizarding lingerie shop, Venerae's Vixens is becoming a problem for the uptight older female population, But many feel that in the near future Venerae's Vixen's will be a hotspot for all the ladies. The new lingerie shop features items such as babydolls, Fishnet stockings, corsets, hosiery and even gowns and robes for the adventurous witch. They even take a racy spin on normal everyday undergarments creating items such as thongs and enchanted pasties, although these you don't eat. Some of the customer favorites at the store would be the corsets and the wedding lingerie including the garter belts, which are a huge turn-on for men some say. Even some of the older citizens seem to enjoy these as it has restored their sex-lives. Although many of the older citizens seem to enjoy the products the store can also offer such as sex toys, many adults are worried that the store has items that are inappropriate for younger girls, although the owner Venerae has told us that nobody younger than seventeen can enter the store, and that the store will be cutting back, taking bigger measure's to make sure our children cannot enter or see any of the products this store provides."

Hermione was almost done reading when the fireplace shone green with angry flames. Hermione would know who the head belonged to anywhere. "Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione cried. "Ah, it does seem our guest has awoken. Tell me how are you dear?" Hermione was confused.

"Guest? Professor Dumbledore, don't you remember me?" The cheery smile on professor Dumbledore's face dropped. "It seems, my dear girl that none of us know you." He said gravelly. Hermione was fed up with everyone joking with her.

"Professor Dumbledore, the last time I checked, it wasn't April Fool's day and you very well know me. I'm a student at Hogwarts, my house is Gryffindor My name is Hermione Jean Granger. I was born on September 19 1979 and I am one third of the so called golden trio. I am muggleborn and often times called the Brightest witch of our generation. My best friends are Ronald and Ginevra Weasley and Harry Potter also known as the boy who lived. The last thing I remember was hanging of the astronomy tower when professor snape arrived, he talked me out of jumping and was about to help me off when an owl startled me causing me to slip and fall."

Hermione almost resorted to shouting at the older man but had calmed herself enough. "Does that bring back any memories professor?" Professor Dumbledore smiled sadly at Hermione. "Miss granger, do you realise what year it is?" He asked her quietly. Hermione huffed indignantly, "It's the year 1996 professor." The old man sighed heavily, "No my dear, The year is 1976 and in two weeks all of Hogwarts student population will return for the school year." You could hear a pin drop in the silence that surrounded them. "So you mean th-that, I went back in time?" Hermione said devastated. "It would appear as so Miss granger, But out of curiosity, do you believe in time paradox's?" professor Dumbledore asked.

"No, I believe that whatever happened must of already happened. or example In my past, for you the future, a friend and I saved a man and a hippogriff from death. They were saved before we went back in time, but we had to go back in time to make sure that it did happen. So it's kind of like time was a tape recorder, what happened was already recorded; but the creator could go back and change a few things, so that for us it was as if it was never changed. It was changed but it was supposed to be altered so the recorder altered it to perfection and we, the consumers get the perfect product the way it's supposed to be. Nobody except the ones who changed the tape would know" Hermione stated as if she were reciting the twelve uses of dragons blood. Dumbledore stared off into space. "It seems Miss Granger that I need to contact a dear friend of mine."

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Hermione was reading Hogwarts; a History quietly in her cot. She loathed asking a house elf to retrieve her favorite book, but seeing as Madam Pomfrey wasn't in and she wasn't given authorization to wander the halls she did so begrudgingly. She was just finished reading the chapter about founders of Hogwarts when an angry Minerva Mcgonagall stalked into the hospital wing carrying a small vial. She poured it into a glass along with a sickly sweet smelling yellow potion passing it to Hermione.

"Drink." She said sternly. Hermione sniffed the potion before taking a sip of it. The potion tasted like orange juice mixed with a whole bag of sugar. "What was that?" Hermione asked her future head of house. "What do you think?" Minerva shot back. Hermione's mouth opened before she could control it,

"At first I thought it was a poison, but the smell of the yellow potion smelled like a diabetics worst nightmare so it reminded me of muggle cough medicine. I don't know what the second one was, but now I think it's veritaserum. I'm absolutely, positivly sure it's veritaserum." Hermione clasped both of her hands over her mouth. She stared wide eyed at a Minerva McGonagall who face had split into a slow smirk.

"Who are you?" she asked. "My birth name is Hermione Jean Granger." She answered against her will. "What year were you born?" McGonagall asked. "I was born on September 19, 1979." The look of shock was almost comical on McGonagall's face. "B-but this cannot be! Tell me girl, Are you a spy for Voldemort? Did he send you back in time to prevent something from happening?" She asked her with such viciousness Hermione flinched, her eyes flickering towards the door. "No, Voldemort never sent me here; I had an accident with my time turner and was sent here back in time. I-" Hermione's words where then cut off by a silencing spell.

McGonagall turned swiftly to see calm yet disappointed Dumbledore. "Does that answer your questions Minerva?" McGonagall nodded shamefacedly and left the Hospital wing. Hermione gawked at her future mentor as she left, her mouth doing a great impersonation of a fish, before turning back towards Dumbledore, She didn't know what to say although now they know why some considered her a mother lion. It was as if Hogwarts was her cub and she was protecting it and Hermione understood exactly as she felt and would have done the same, just a bit more quietly."Miss Granger, I do believe you should become a professional fish impersonator." Dumbledore said trying to lighten up the mood. "Come along, while you were busy I contacted an old friend of mine." He said with a twinkle in his eye.

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Dumbledore walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, Hermione jogging behind him trying to match his long strides. For every one step Dumbledore took, Hermione had to jog two. In short they arrived at Dumbledore's office, the large gargoyle blocking the entrance.

"Care to guess the password?" He asked her. "Hmm, Lemon Drops?" Hermione asked the gargoyle but it still didn't move. "Acid pops? Fizzing whizbees? Cockroach clusters?" Hermione guessed. "Sugar quills, treacle tart, Pumpkin pasties? Blood flavored lollipops Perhaps? No." Hermione sighed.

"You were alot closer earlier." a voice whispered into her ear. Hermione looked over her shoulder, found nobdy there. 'What other treats are there?' When suddenly Hermione had an Idea. "Chocolate frogs!" She cried. The gargoyle sprang to life and moved out of their path. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, "Am I that predictable?" he said in jest. Hermione felt at ease with the professor she grew up with.

"Actually sir no, but what would be your most predictable trait would be your passwords, they are usually related to a sweet." She replied smiling. Hermione walked in to find the office unoccupied. "Professor, I thought you said there was a guest coming." She said, half expecting some wizened old wizard. "If I am correct she will be here soon." He said offering her a seat in front of his desk. Just then, someone knocked at the door. "Enter." Dumbledore's voice called out. Hermione turned to look who was at the door but was almost trampled by a flash of red.

"Uncle Albus!" Cried a feminine voice. Dumbledore was attacked by a tall thin girl; she had Bright red hair the colour of flames with highlights of gold and bronze hidden between the strands, her skin's paleness could rival that of a porcelain doll, she had a light smattering of freckles on the bridge of her nose, but the thing that really stood out about this girl was a her pale blue eyes. It seemed as if her eyes had seen the worst of horrors yet fought to not let it get the best of her, it was as her if eyes could pierce to the very bottom of Hermione's soul. Although what Hermione found odd was how much her eyes resembled Luna's yet there was no way she could be her mother. only then did The girl turn and looked at Hermione.

"Oh, I apologize I didn't see you there, It's just that I haven't seen Uncle Albus in a long time. Although not that I mind at all Professor but, what am I doing here? I was supposed to get my school supplies when Fawkes found me." The red head inquired. Dumbledore looked at Hermione, "Miss Granger, this is Arlette Adene, Her parents and I used to be friends until they died and I was given the job of taking care of her. Miss Adene currently goes to Beaux Batons but I think she can help us here. That is if you are agreeable." Hermione gawked at the old headmaster

'He must have gone bonkers, that is if he hasn't already.' "I guess I don't mind, if she doesn't of course." She answered staring at the beautiful redhead. Arllete stared happily at Hermione. "Of course! But uncle, how could I help?" Dumbledore smiled at the two girls, "My idea was that since Miss Adene is almost finished school and is well above others, she could transfer to Hogwarts with her new sister since her parents have died in an attack by the dark lord. Since your parents and I were such great friends, I decided that we should respect your mothers last wishes and brought you here. She went here herself and had always wanted her children to go to the same school as she did, and with a dark lord on the rise. What place is safer than hogwarts?" He finished.

'Oh I can think of another, I'm sure. In my time, we defeated lord voldemort, knocked out a troll, and met a three headed dog, And that was only in my first year! Not to mention the other years." Hermione mentally thought sarcastically. Hermione stared at Arlette and professor Dumbledore who seemed to be having a silent conversation with just their eyes.

"Sir, how are we going to make them believe that? Although I trust all of your plans, isn't this a bit farfetched?" She said interrupting their silent conversation, but it wasn't Dumbledore who answered her. "Oh don't worry dear, I have a way of getting others to follow my plans. We'll have them wrapped around our fingers." She said smirking. "Out of curiosity though, what year and house are you in?" she asked her new sister. "I'm in my sixth year and I was sorted into Gryffindor." She asked confused. "Then that's where I'm going to." Arlette answered with Amusement in her eyes. Dumbledore could see they were going to get along with each other well.

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Author's Note-

Heya guys, Sorry it took me a while to upload this chappy, My brother had to go to the emergency room and with my current state of mind I couldn't upload it. He had an asthma attack and had to stay overnight, It was the worst one he had so far. Anyways I hope you liked this chapter.