AN: And I am supper sorry I have not updated in ages, serious (or should I say Sirius) writing block

"Sorry?" I said. I wasn't sure if I was hearing things.

"You need to go back to the year 1942" clarified McGonagall.

"But why-

"-You and Mr. Potter are the only ones in 7th year that have experience with time travel but seeing as Mr Potter is now- and I think a female would be more suitable for this "quest" if I may call it" McGonagall said struggling to say that Harry was dead. I was still confused.

"And what will I do when I'm there, Professor?" I asked.

"I'm guessing you would want to restart your time at Hogwarts, especially after tonight's event. You will be a sixth year Hogwarts student in that time, you'd have to disguise yourself as a half-blood. I'm aware that a famous potioneer is a distant relative of yours, who would've been old enough to be a father in that time, so you can keep your actual name. The main thing you have to do is change the past to improve the future or if you want, the present time" Said McGonagall.

She was right, I did want to restart my time at Hogwarts, especially from my OWL years. But to go back in time and leave everything I know and love… No wait there's little left that I love in this time now.

"Ok, I'll do it" I said. McGonagall smiled.

"Thank you, Miss Granger" she said and rose from her seat, "Wait one moment, please", she exited the office.

Great what I have I gotten myself into, will I ever stop being the girl that's too kind for her own good. The truth is I can't say no, if it is THAT important. I had a habit of getting myself into things that I didn't especially want to, well, that's the price to pay if you're going to befriend Harry Potter. The door of the office opened again and McGonagall entered holding a piece of parchment and a large time turner.

"Now, Miss Granger, you will need to give this to Headmaster Dippet when you arrive in 1942," she handed me the parchment, "It's a letter from your "father" and this is time turner has the ability to go back years as opposed to days like the normal ones" she handed me the time turner "I'll see you then" she smiled.

"So I can go now?" I asked.

"If I were you, I would go sooner rather than later" she said and sat back down at her desk.

"How many times do I have to turn it?"

"fifty six times"

"Ok, thank you, Professor" I put the time turner around my neck and pocketed the piece of parchment.

"Oh, and Miss Granger, Good Luck" said McGonagall. I smiled weakly at her and begun to turn the time turner. Once I finished turning it 56 times. Everything seemed to be on rewind. Everything was blurry that I couldn't figure out who was in the office. I was starting to feel dizzy. Then it all stopped. I opened my eyes. The headmaster's office looked different. Half the instruments were gone, some of the portraits were missing and there was no pensive in sight, but the greatest change was that there was a short old man with a pointed hat standing back face to me. I cleared my throat. He got startled and faced towards me.

"Oh, you must be Miss Granger, I've been expecting you" said the old man who I realised to be the headmaster prior Dumbledore, Professor Dippet.

"How did you-

"I was told by a future professor about what is to come in our world"

"Oh"

"Would you like to change your house or remain in Gryffindor, Miss Granger?"

I thought about it for a while. If the sorting hat wanted me in Gryffindor then I should be in Gryffindor but Professor McGonagall did say it was time to start over. Yet again, I didn't know anyone in Gryffindor in this time period. May as well:

"I'll stay in Gryffindor" I said.

"If that's what you really want-"

"Actually, let the hat decide again" I changed my mind. I don't know how its decision will change seeing as it's still the same hat but there's no harm in trying.

Headmaster Dippet summoned the Sorting Hat down from the shelves and placed it on my head.

"Ah, a troubled mind, I can see through you, Miss Granger, you want a new life and here is where you'll get it, I guess you want to be in-

"SLYTHERIN!" the hat shouted the house.

What?! How!? I absolutely hate basically all of the Slytherins in my time why the hell would I...

"Well, It seems the hat has made its choice" Headmaster Dippet said putting the hat back on its shelf"

"But, headmaster, I thought that Slytherin only accepted pure and half bloods" I tried to reason.

"Miss Granger, the sorting hat doesn't make mistakes, it never has in its millennium of existence" Dippet said calmly, surely he could see that I did not like the hat's choice.

There was a knock on the door disrupting what the headmaster was about to say.

"Enter"

The doors swung open and a boy, no older than sixteen entered.

"Ah, good evening, Tom" said Dippet pleasantly.

As he came into the light, I noticed he was quite good looking, his hair was raven black, like Harry's, except it was a lot neater and straighter, he had porcelain white skin and dark innocent eyes, he was skinny but not scrawny and quite tall. Oh Merlin, please don't tell me I'm developing a type.

"You wished to see me, Headmaster" he said

"Yes, but that'll have to wait, I'm afraid, right now I need someone to show Miss Granger around, as I believe Miss Zabini is ill, I believe you're best fit to show her around as prefect of Slytherin house"

"Yes, sir" he said obediently. Headmaster Dippet turned to me.

"Hermione, this is Tom Riddle, he will look after you for the first few weeks of your time at Hogwarts. Tom, this is Hermione Granger, sent here from Bauxbatons" Dippet introduced us.

"Pleasure to meet you, Hermione" He said offering his hand.