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Hermione stared at Dumbledore, a look of disbelief on her face. She was expecting to see her Dumbledore: older than dirt, silver bearded, wrinkly faced Dumbledore. But the one that stood before her was almost completely different; yes he was still old, but not so old that the thought of touching him caused you to fear he would break. His beard that was, in her time, completely silver, now had a little less shine, a shadow of the once brown hair. The wrinkles that had covered his face were a little more scarce, not near as many worry lines, and Hermione could only assume that the war, both of them, would later take their toll on the younger professor.
"Hello Miss," Dumbledore started, closing the curtains around Hermiones hospital bed, "may I be so forward as to ask your name miss?"
"Of course sir, my name is Hermione Granger. And your name sir?"
"Yes, how terribly rude of me," he responded, taking a seat next to Hermiones bed "I am the headmaster of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardy: Albus Dumbledore. If I may be so bold, how did you find yourself here, near the edge of the forbidden forest?"
Hermione thought about her answer carefully. She had already told the man her real name; a mistake she didn't realize until just now, so there was no way that she hasn't already affected the future. She could try to bring as little attention to herself as possible, but that would still have some effect in her time. She would need someone trustworthy and smart to be able to help her find her way back to her time, but was Dumbledore really the best choice? She couldn't deny that Dumbledore was a brilliant man, but to be realistic he also was a manipulative one, and would be more than willing to use Hermiones information, or her knowledge of the future for his own selfish benefit.
"Sir, I regret to inform you that the truth may seem a bit…preposterous. But I assure you that what am about to tell you is 100% the truth so please if you could bear with me?"
And with that Hermione told him her tale. Not too many details about the future of course, only going as far as a couple of days before she had been transported. She watched his face the entire time for any proof of emotion other than perfectly calm, and was not surprised to see that his face never so much as twitched. Once she was done, she looked at Dumbledore expectantly, hoping he would give her the next steps for her hopefully temporary future here.
"Well Miss Granger, since you said you were a 7th year, I think it would be appropriate for you to come to Hogwarts as a student. We will have a sorting ceremony tonight and sort you into a house. Now, do you have any ideas for a back story as to why you are here?"
She thought for a minute. She could say she was a transfer from Beaubaxtons, but her French, while passable, could never be believed to be spoken for at least 6 years of her life. She could possibly say she was a relative of one of the teachers, but whom? She trusted McGonnagall, but feared that she was possibly a bit too close to Dumbledore. There was always Professor Flitwick. Hermione had started an apprenticeship with him over the summer and found his company to be rather enjoyable, and in this time line, she could even pass as his sister, but again that would mean changing her last name, so she could say she was his cousin or niece.
"I am Hermione Granger, orphaned cousin of Filius Flitwick, I was homeschooled up until this point, but my parents were killed by Voldemort and I was forced to live with my closet relatives, and attend school. Do you believe that to be a plausible story?" Hermione asked, a hopeful look on her face.
Dumbledore was silent for a moment before responding "I think that is a well thought out story and will suffice. Now, Miss Granger I want to make sure that you are aware that there is slim to no chance of you ever returning to your time. With that being said, I would advise you to make a plan to make a life here. If you would be so kind as to excuse me, I have other matters to attend to. But, I really do wish you the best of luck Miss. Granger." And with that Dumbledore left her alone in her hospital bed.
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Hermione stood outside of the great hall, fidgeting. Madam Pomfrey had given her some clothes to wear into the sorting ceremony until she was sorted and could get her robes. The clothes were a bit too big, but she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"Miss Granger? They're ready for you." McGonnagall said, opening the doors.
Hermione walked behind Minerva, listening to Dumbledores speech.
"And without further ado, I present a new exchange student, and Professor Flitwicks cousin Hermione Granger."
The great hall erupted with whispers as Hermione stepped up to the stool at the front of the hall and took a seat as they placed the sorting hat on her head.
'Ahhh I remember you Miss Granger, a very valiant Gryffindor, but as I've said before very ambitious….you're knowledge capacity revels with that of Rowena Ravenclaw, and although you value learning, you have undying loyality…..'
Hermione sat there listening to the hat ramble, confident in knowing her house already until,
"SLYTHERIN!" and with that Cheers erupted at the table at the end of the hall while 3 others booed. And Hermione had, unknowingly, caught the attention of three Slytherin males.
A/N: Hey Brother! (I was watching SuperCarlinBrothers before I wrote this so they're ingrained in my brain!) I wanted to mention that there is a poll on my profile on here so you guys can vote for who ever you think Hermione should be with. So please vote, and PLEASE REVIEW! And I will see you in another life brother!