AN: Hey I'm back, finally. I meant to have this up yesterday but I didn't have time to finish it. Me and my brother bought my dad a remote control inflatable shark and it took about 2 hours to make, when we were done he had the brilliant idea to take it outside. It was filled with helium. Long story short it floated away and we had to go get another one at the mall that's like 1 ½ hours away. Good times. Anyways, sorry if Dumbledore is OOC but I kind of pictured him meaner in the 1940's I don't know why. And Tom Riddle will most likely be OOC. I will try to make him as accurate as possible but he is going to be much different because of Hermione. Also I noticed a lot of people reading so thank you for that, but not a lot of people reviewed, I realize that you couldn't review much for last chapter but a simple keep going is good enough for me. So please review this time around :) Thanks.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter would I really be here writing fanfiction? No I would be hanging out in my mansion with Dan and Tom. So I don't own it.

'In dreams we enter a world entirely our own' –Albus Dumbledore

When Hermione awoke all she could feel was the constant pounding in her head. All she wanted to do was sleep for the next week, or at least until her headache got better, but alas, one flaw to Hermione Granger was that once she was up, she could not sleep again. 'But that doesn't mean I can't just lie here for awhile, one upside to the hospital wing is they have nice soft pillows… Wait, hospital wing?' She shot straight up, a bad move because it just made her grab her head in pain.

"Madam Pomfrey she's awake!"

Hermione looked up to see a very handsome young man in front of her, or should she say three of them for the room was still spinning in circles.

"Oh dear, here drink this Ms Granger, it will help with your headache." She heard the distinct sound of Poppy Pomfrey chime in, Hermione turned her head to see someone who was undoubtedly the schools nurse, but she looked so much… younger. I must have hit my head harder than I thought.

She went to reach for the potion and in the process became aware of a large soft hand holding hers. She followed the arm of the hand to find that it was the boy from before. "I need that."

"Oh, sorry Hermione" He let go of her hand and she was able to gulp down the potion that surprisingly didn't taste as bad as she thought it would.

"What happened to me?"

"You took a nasty fall down the stairs in the east wing, luckily Tom here was there to help you."

"Oh." Was all Hermione could get out. She could of sworn she had just tripped over some rocks and that Tom wasn't there at all.

As the potion started to work and Hermione came back to her senses, she started to wonder where Harry and Ron were. Surely if she was injured enough to be lying in a hospital bed they would be there to right? She felt sort of betrayed by this but her common sense quickly took over and reminded her that they couldn't be here all the time, 'we just won a war and there are many things to be done.' Besides they had probably been here a lot anyways and she just woke up at one of the rare occasions they weren't there. So she decided to ask.

"Excuse me, where is Harry?"

Madam Pomfrey looked at her like she was daft. "Harry who?"

Now it was Hermione's turn to look at her weirdly "Harry Potter of course." How could Madam Pomfrey not know who she was talking about, he'd been in here more than he was in class. Not to mention he just saved the world.

"Why do you want to see him?" It was the boy, Tom, who asked it, and she could detect some anger in his voice. Hermione looked over and took this time to study him. The boy had dark brown thick hair falling down to his ears, it reminded her of Harry but unlike the boy-who-lived, this boy didn't have a single hair out of place. When Hermione reached his eyes she almost gasped, he had the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. Even when they had anger and what looked like worry swirling around in them. They were a rich dark brown with flecks of gold and green in them, she found herself attracted to them and when the boy blinked, she caught sight of his long lashes and was momentarily jealous before she snapped herself out of it. 'Now is not the time Hermione.' Instead of practically demanding this boy to take here to hogsmeade she turned to him and addressed a more important issue.

"Who exactly are you?"

Immediately she noticed the boy's anger disappear to be replaced by concern "what?" he choked out then sent a glance to the nurse who Hermione also noticed had a worried look.

"Oh dear, it seems like Ms. Granger here may be suffering from some amnesia. Hermione dear can you tell me what year it is?"

Hermione didn't know what Ms. Pomfrey was talking about. She could remember everything just fine. But she decided to humor her anyways. "1998 of course."

Another glance was sent between the other two occupants of the room and Hermione couldn't help but feel she was being left out of something.

"Well I'm sure your memory will come back in no time dear. Maybe you should stay one more night though, just in case anything happens."

Hermione wasn't so fond of that idea, she had always hated spending time in the hospital wing since the whole being petrified situation in her second year. "No I'm fine, I'll just head up to the Gryffindor dormitories and lie down there for awhile." Luckily the war hadn't gone that far into the castle. She was too distracted by trying to get out of the hospital bed to notice the significant glance shared between the other two.

"No. I insist you stay here for tonight. I'm sure Mr. Riddle here can gather some of your things for you if you need them." Ms. Pomfrey said, pushing her back in a lying position.

Hermione was about to protest when she realized what the nurse had just said. "Riddle?" She whispered rather fearfully and whipped her head around to stare at the boy. Bad move as she immediately started seeing doubles.

Apparently the nurse was oblivious to her fear and discomfort for she just smiled and said "Yes, Tom here has been by your bed for days. I can barely make him eat he has been so worried."

A tiny tinge of pink appeared on who she now knew to be Tom Riddle's cheeks. No, that was not right, a future dark lord did not blush. He killed and destroyed people. 'Just what was going on here?' At that moment she didn't care, all she wanted was for him to be gone. "Out." She ordered in a whisper.

"What?" came the reply of both the boy and the nurse.

"I said I want him out. Now." She turned her gaze to the nurse "Please." She pleaded.

Although the nurse looked fairly reluctant she ushered him out. Hermione could hear Ms. Pomfrey explaining that it was just because of Hermione's 'frightened' and 'fragile' state. She almost snorted, 'No it's not because of my state, it's because he is the fucking future dark lord' She couldn't find it in herself to care about her mental language. This was just one of those situations where it was needed. This thought brought her back to the realization that said future dark lord had been waiting by her bedside for days according to the nurse, and apparently worrying about her. No. He couldn't have been worrying, it was probably just an act, he had probably been trying to use legilimency on her in her sleep. Lucky for her she was a very accomplished occlumens. Before she had any further time to think about it, Ms. Pomfrey came back in and saved her from her thoughts. 'Ok Hermione. Plan, plan, think of a plan, you're the best at this, come on…' Suddenly she got an idea. If Tom Riddle was here, then there was sure to be the one person she knew she could always go to for help.

"I need to see Dumbledore."

If Hermione had been surprised about seeing a young Madam Pomfrey, it was nothing compared to the shock on her face when a young auburn haired Albus Dumbledore entered her section of the hospital wing.

"Hello Ms. Granger how are you feeling today? Better I hope."

"Yes, I'm fine thank you sir." Hermione didn't understand how everyone already knew her name.

"Now is there a specific reason that you have requested to see me this evening? Or did you just want to have a nice friendly chat?"

"There is a reason I brought you here but before we start, would you mind telling me what year it is?" She had deduced that it was around mid-forties but that was all she knew.

Dumbledore gave her a weird look before slowly replying "1944… Ms Granger may I know why you asked that?"

"Just as I thought" Hermione mumbled. "Sir I think that I may have accidentally travelled back in time."

Dumbledore's eyebrows rose to his hairline. "What makes you think that?"

"I come from the future, 1988 to be exact. I grew up there"

"Ms. Granger I can assure you that you have grown up here in the 1940's. Perhaps you have just had a dream."

'A dream? A dream? Who is this Dumbledore?' "But sir, I have no memory of this time. I cannot have come from here, my memory of the future is to good. You don't dream all 18 years of your life especially that realistically!"

"Calm, down Ms. Granger. Dreams are more fiction than reality, everybody here knows who you are and have since first year. There is no way you can be from the future so you're just going to have to get used to life here."

Hermione could feel tears in her eyes. Who was this man? This was not Dumbledore, Dumbledore was kind and even when he had bad news he was never this harsh. Whatever was going on, Hermione didn't like it. She needed time to think of a plan, she would be by herself on this one apparently.

"I need you to leave now" Hermione said strongly.

"I'm sorry Ms. Granger but you needed to see the truth."

Hermione didn't even bother to respond, she just looked away and glared out the window. Once she heard the large doors of the hospital wing close shut, Hermione's gaze softened, the thought of going through something like this without Harry and Ron made her heart break. They were supposed to get through everything together, but not this time. She was alone.

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