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Hello again! Tori here! So, here is another chapter... I want to specifically thank Smithback for being the first ever person to review my story. I would also like to thank BrightestWitchOfHerAge16. Thank you so much guys, you have no idea what your reviews mean to me. ;3
Tori

Hermione woke up to being roughly shaken. Urgh... What is this? she thought as she pried her eyes open. What is with the pain? It feels like I fell from 200ft from above ground!

"Wake up! Oh do wake up, child!" said a very anxious looking Madam Pomfrey.

"Ah? Madam Pomfrey? C-could you please stop? Madam? Please stop shaking me, Madam Pomfrey!" Hermione half-yelled, half-pleaded. And just as suddenly as it began, the shaking stopped.

"Dear child! You're finally awake! What do you think you were doing -suddenly falling in the middle of potions! Gave us all the fright of our lives, you did! Merlin blessed that the Potter boy caught you!" Madam Pomfrey said, as she pulled out some corked bottles of, presumably healing potions. "Look here, child. You must have these vials, understood? Three times a day, and I will NOT be coming and telling you when to have your potions. And do let me warn you, those are vile tasting liquids, they are!" she said as she dropped them on Hermione's bedside table and scuttled off to her office.

"But Madam Pom- Hah, what's the point?" Hermione said aloud as she looked around the infirmary. What happened? Oh. Right. I swallowed Neville's potion and then he started fading... Then what? What happened next? Why don't I remember?

"Whoa... Is it just me or is the place looking so much newer?" Hermione asked herself.

"Definitely not, child. This place is much dirtier than when it first came in. But I must agree with you; it is much cleaner now that our elves have cleaned up this place." answered a new voice.

"Professor-?" Hermione's head jerked towards the root of the sound. Dumbledore? Why is he here? Just because I fainted? What is going on?

"Yes, child? How may I help you?"

"Oh. Do cut the formalities, Professor." She said jokingly.

"I'm sorry? I was just trying to equip some pleasantries. And do forgive me, but have we met before?"

"Sir?"

"Yes, Miss-?"

"Granger, sir. Hermione Granger." Hermione answered cautiously. "Do excuse me sir, but what is today's date?"
she asked as realization slowly crept in on her.

"Hmm? Today? 17 September, 1976, of course. Now Miss Granger, is it? I must ask of you a few questions."

"Ask away..." Hermione replied, eyes glazed, mouth slightly hanging open. 1976? NINETEEN SEVENTY-SIX?! Why in the name of Merlin am I back here! I shouldn't even be here! I've just gone twenty years in the past! Why? Why is did this happen? Could it be Neville's potion? Of course it is! How else could I be back here?

"Miss Granger?" Dumbledore asked quietly. "Miss Granger!" he said again, though much more sternly.

"Huh? What- Oh. I apologize Professor; I was too caught up in my head..."

"Yes," he replied chuckling, "I'm sure you were."

"Sir? May I ask, what were the questions you wanted to ask me?" Hermione asked slowly.

"Oh yes," Dumbledore replied, losing his casualness. "Could you please fill me in for the things I do not understand? Like how you suddenly fell into Professor. Slughorn's class. And why is it that you do not resemble anybody in this school? Or how you have Gryffindor robes on? More to ask, who are you?" he asked as he cast a silencing charm in their vicinity.

"Of course, sir. Um, I'm not exactly sure on how I fell into Professor. Slughorn's class, but I'm pretty sure, -though I don't think you will believe this-, I am from the future." Hermione said quickly.

"Mmhmm," Dumbledore said, and to Hermione's surprise, he didn't look at all shocked. "Do continue."

Hermione didn't hesitate and continued. "Um, I don't resemble anybody because, as I said before, I'm from the future. And in the future I was- no, am- sixteen years old, and was in my sixth year of schooling at Hogwarts. I was in Gryffindor before, if that answers your question." Hermione paused so to let her information sink in to the old professor.

"Yes, I am beginning to understand. Though may I ask how you happened to land right in Professor. Slughorn's class?"

"But of course. I believe that before I happened to come here to the past, I had a period of Potions, and I guess, I happened to fall back in there." She took a quick breath, waiting for her professor's reaction.

"Hmmm," Dumbledore said as he contemplated what Hermione just said. "From what I understand, Miss Granger, is that you are from the future. Although it is not unheard of, this is my first time to be an actual witness of such a thing. Please forgive me, but I must have a memory from the future," he said, although as soon as he said the last few words be added, "and not to worry, I will return the memory back to you as soon as I finish examining it."

Hermione nodded and watched silently as the professor pulled out a small vial. "If you don't mind, Miss Granger?"

"No, of course not," Hermione replied as her transferred her happiest memory; the three of them; Harry, Ronald and herself back in their fourth year, at Hogsmade drinking butterbeer.

Hermione's eyes welled up at the thought of her friends. Why did they leave her? What did she do wrong? What did she do to deserve this? Why? Merlin, why?

"Thank you Miss Granger. Now, if you'll excuse me, I will have a look at the memory," Dumbledore said as he got up to leave. "Oh. I would also recommend that you have your potions before Poppy flips," he winked. "And Miss Granger, i would advise you use a different name for the time being, so to not cause any suspicious behaviour. Any suggestions?"

"Um, how about Sara? Sara Harper. Is that okay, Professor?"

"Yes, what a fine choice! With that done, I must get going, Miss Harper," he winked. And with that, he left, walking back to the door before almost being stampeded by three boys. Three boys by the names of Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Hermi- no, Sara's favourite, Peter Pettigrew. As if!

And there it is! Another chapter! XD Yay! Sorry if it became a cliff-hanger -it wasn't meant to be, but it just felt like the right time to stop... Any way! Thanks again to the peeps who reviewed, followed and favorite-tid. Thank you so much! And remember, reviews much accepted!

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