Her body ached all over. Although her eyes were closed, she could tell that it was light. She was sure that when she got catapulted out of the window it had been dark. That was another thing that came to her attention: she distinctly remembered being hit by the killing curse. So how could it be that she was alive, never mind how sore she was?

"Ah, I see that you are awake." That voice... that voice was so warm, comforting and familiar. Slowly and cautiously she opened her eyes, only to have a startled gasp ripped from her throat. Not only was she no longer lying in the back garden of Grimbauld place, but was in what she could only recognize as the medical centre at Hogwarts. The other great surprise was that the voice that she had recognized as being so soothing and comforting was none other than Professor Dumbledore's, who was sitting right in front of her. The same professor who was murdered in her sixth year. None of this was making any sense!

"Oh, sorry, child, I did not mean to startle you," Dumbledore said as he took a small step back, to show that he was sincere.

"You appear to have received quite a bump to the head," he said as he took a look over her. It was a gesture that prompted Hermione to do the same, and immediately finding a large bump forming on the back of her head; convincing herself that she must be dreaming; there was not a scratch on her. It made less than no sense. A fall like that must have left some injuries, yet she had none.

"Now tell me, child, you are wearing Gryffindor robes, and yet I do not recognize you as a student."

"Professor, forgive me, but I do not understand," she said as she attempted to sit up, and with a little help she was able to do so.

"Tell me, child, what do you not understand?" he tried soothingly, but the truth was that it caused an even greater frustration to build in Hermione.

"This! All of this! You're dead, I should be dead, this..." and that was when it began to dawn on Hermione. "Wait... this is heaven, isn't it?" The expression on Dumbledore's face was one of shock, but it was soon replaced by a warm smile that was full of mirth.

"Oh, my dear, I assure you, while some of the students as well as professors consider this to be heaven, you are most definitely not dead," he said in his reassuring tone.

"But then... Wait, what date is it?" she said as she began to place pieces together in the only possible fashion that could what was happening to her.

"It's the 20th of September, 1977," he said as if it was the most common thing in the whole world.

The words led to her breakdown. The knowledge that she was in the wrong time was all too much for her. "But...but..." She could not even finish the sentence as tears came to her eyes.

"Tell me, child, what is the matter?" It was a safe bet that Dumbledore himself would have known what was wrong, but being Dumbledore, ho would of course have wanted Hermione to tell him herself, and she did.

"I am not from this time..." she said as she fought with the hiccups. "I am from the future." The response that she received, however, was something that would have shocked anyone: Dumbledore's expression chanced in the blink of an eye to one of concern, as he leaned forward and demanded Hermione tell him everything, so she did, all the way from the betrayal of her best friend to her being hit by the killing curse.

After hearing everything, Dumbledore fell back into his seat with mixed emotions. On one hand he was fascinated by her story, but he also knew that when time travel happened through death there was no way in which to reverse it, as she would no longer exist. Hermione, on the other hand, did not know this, and immediately asked for a solution once she had regained her thoughts.

"I am sorry, child, but it is not possible to send you back. I am afraid that your life is here now. The year has just begun so you will be able to finish your studies here. Also, may I suggest that you make friends with Miss Evans and Miss Malfoy, as they will be able to help you. They are also two very reliable young women."

Slowly, as Hermione came to grips with reality, she was able to calm down enough to regain her composure.

"Now, I must ask for your name, dear?"

"Hermione Granger."

"Excellent!" He said as he stood up, "And while you are here, please do not hesitate to come to my office, the door is always open. Also I would suggest that you get back to the Gryffindor Common Room as dinner will be soon." One thing that Hermione immediately realized was that his famous twinkle was back in his eyes, but before she was able to contemplate further on the infamous glint of the Professor she was interrupted by a flash of blonde hair that passed by the enter, Dumbledore noticed it as well. "Miss Malfoy!" the blonde girl that Hermione recognized from earlier was once again at the door. Though the name was something that Hermione was stumped by, not only because clearly Lily Potter was friends with a Malfoy and vice versa, but also that this girl was wearing Gryffindor robes.

"Could you come in for a moment please?" Dumbledore asked as he stepped to the side so she could once again see Hermione.

"Of course Professor," the girl said as she came into the room, when she got close enough to Hermione she stopped and said hi. The girl's eyes shown with such kindness that Hermione was rendered speechless, and could only nod in reply.

"Miss Granger, this is Solarius Malfoy, Miss Malfoy this is Hermione Granger," Dumbledore said as he introduced the two girls. "Miss Malfoy could you take Miss Granger to the Gryffindor Common Room, she will be roommates with you and Miss Evans." Dumbledore informed.

"Of course Professor" Solarius replies as Dumbledore left with one last smile in Hermione's direction.