Her only option at the moment was to go talk to Dumbledore. With any luck, he'd understand and be able to help her.

Hermione trekked through the school, trying to avoid looking at anyone. It was just creepy seeing so many unfamiliar faces in a place where she should really recognize most of them.

But the worst part was that she also seeing people that she did recognize, except they were about 20 years younger than how she knew them. She could have sworn that as she turned a corner she saw someone who looked like a teenage version of Nymphadora Tonks, the Order member. The electric blue hair was a dead give away.

As she reached the entrance to the headmaster's office, she felt a lump form in her throat when she saw the gargoyle guarding the passage and realized that she didn't have the password to get in.

"Um…lemon drop?"

Nothing.

"Licorice snap?"

Nothing.

"Chocolate bar?"

Nothing.

"Goddammit you open this door right now! It's an emergency!" Hermione shrieked at the gargoyle, loosing her temper. She was over a decade into the past and she really didn't feel like playing stupid games with a statue.

The guard sprang to life and instantly stepped away, revealing the stairs that led up the Dumbledore's office. Hermione smiled graciously at the statue as she proceeded to the stairs.

"Thank you very much" she said, feeling pleased with herself. Apparently, it didn't matter what time period she was in, people and statues alike were in no place to test her.

She half ran up the stairs to the door that led to the headmaster's office. Feeling rather out of sorts she simply let herself into the room without bothering to knock.

"Ah, may I help you?" a voice asked from behind the desk on the far end of the room.

Hermione had to smile to herself. The headmaster always seemed to keep a level head, even when a girl he didn't know burst in to his office, uninvited.

"Sir, I really need your help" she said frantically.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I recognize you. And although I am old, I have always known who all of my students are" Dumbledore stated, leaning forward slightly to get a better look at her.

"Oh yes, of course. I would have been surprised if you did know me. Sir, my name is Hermione Granger"

"And how is it, Miss Granger, that I do not know who you are? You are obviously a student here, a Gryffindor no less, yet I have never seen you" he asked, observing her school robes.

"Well you see professor, I am a student, but I'm from the future. You see, I was being quite foolish and decided to try a time travel spell. But instead of going back a few minutes like I had planed, I went back several years. And the worst part is I don't remember the spell that took me here, except that it had something like "tempusira" or something in it." she explained as she wrung her hands, not wanting to look the headmaster in the eyes.

Dumbledore looked at her with a thoughtful face, and after a few moments, he nodded.

"I see. This is quite a pickle you have gotten yourself into." He expressed to her. She nodded in agreement.

"But professor, will I be able to get home?" Hermione asked quietly.

"The situation you have gotten yourself into is sticky, very sticky indeed. I've never heard of the spell which you speak, which leads me to believe that the founder of the spell, has not yet found it. I also believe that anyone in this time, or before it for that matter, has been able to come up with a spell like the one you used," Dumbledore told her. Hermione gulped, she knew where this was leading.

"It looks like you are stuck her Miss Granger, temporarily at least. I suppose you will need to stay here and be a student until we are able to find a way for you to get back home" he offered, a slightly sympathetic look in his eyes. Hermione sighed, before nodding. He was right, that was the only thing they could do for now.

"I will get you any necessary supplies for your stay and a timetable as well. Seeing as you are already in Gryffindor, it would seem odd for me to put you anywhere else. The password is 'Norwegian Ridgeback'" Hermione chuckled slightly, remembering the ridgeback Norbert, that she, Harry and Ron had witnessed Hagrid hatch during their first year.

"Thank you so much professor. I really appreciate this" she said softly as she turned around and left the office.

When she reached the hallways, she felt everything hit her. Here she was, 1976, 3 years before she was even supposed to be born! She would have to spend god knows how long here, without Harry and Ron, or Ginny or any of her other friends.

This was not going to be easy.

Hermione walked to the common room absentmindedly, thinking the whole way there about what she was going to do, what her friends would think when they realized the was just…gone. Or maybe because she was back in time, time would never keep going…or…

She groaned in frustration.

It her head to think about the complicated issue that was time, and her head was in enough pain as it was.

By the time Hermione reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, which guarded the Gryffindor common room, her head was absolutely throbbing.

"Norwegian Ridgeback" she said, rubbing her temples.

The lady looked at her confused "How is it that I don't know who you are? There aren't many 7th year girls in Gryffindor, and I was sure I knew all of them"

"Oh, well I'm new here" Hermione explained simply, not in the mood for conversation.

The lady seemed to catch on to this and swung open, revealing the familiar, yet unfamiliar Gryffindor common room.

She ventured in, her eyes closed and her fingers roughly massaging her temples. She knew the room well enough to find herself a comfy chair by the fireplace without having to lift her head or open her eyes. It was about lunch time, so everyone would be gone, giving her a chance to think.

This was not right, not right at all, and oh so frustrating. This wasn't supposed to happen, especially not during her last year, she was supposed to be back in at Hogwarts, with Harry and Ron.

She growled slightly in frustration.

"Are you ok?"

Hermione yelped in surprise and shot up about a mile at the sound of another voice in the room. Her eyes snapped open to see 4 young men, most definitely 7th years, all staring at her intently. It was obvious that they were skipping the meal, and Hermione had accidentally sat herself right in the middle of their conversation.

But what surprised Hermione most was the boy who was most directly in front of her. He looked like an exact twin to Harry. If she hadn't known what time period she was in, and hadn't realized that his eyes were a deep blue instead of emerald green, she would have almost cried out and hugged him tightly.

"Bloody hell! Are you trying to scare me to death?" Hermione asked shrilly, getting over the shock of seeing the Harry clone, and went back to being angry at them.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you, but you do look kind of disheveled and distressed, and well, you were just sitting there and I couldn't help myself" the boy explained with a laugh.

"I'm James by the way, James Potter, how is it that I don't know you?" he stuck out his hand.

Hermione's breath caught in her throat. No way. That's…that's Harry's dad! She thought to herself as she observed him closely. It actually made sense, seeing as they looked so much like each other"

"I'm, uh new here. Hermione Granger" she met his hand and shook it lightly, "pleasure". She found it hard to tear her gaze a way from James. Harry had never gotten a chance to meet his parents, and here she was, shaking hands with his father, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

James blushed ever so slightly under her intense gaze. Hermione took notice and giggled slightly, which caused his blush to deepen.

What the hell are you doing? That's Harry's dad! Remember? Harry Potter? Your best friend since you were 11! Knock it off!

"Ahem"

Hermione looked away and looked at the other 3 boys.

"These are my friends. That's Sirius Black" James said, motioning to a boy with black shaggy hair. He didn't look too much different then he did in her time. Except of course, much handsomer.

"And that's Remus Lupin" the next person that James motioned to, Hermione couldn't help but smile at. She remembered how he had been during her third year, when he taught DADA. He had been rugged, worn down, and always looked tired. But his 17 year old form was completely refreshing. He looked radiant, and content, it made her heart swell, seeing him so happy.

Remus must have noticed how much she was smiling at him, because he gave a warm smile back, lifted her hand and kissed the back of it in a very gentlemanly way.

"Don't mind him, he's too chivalrous for his own good" Sirius said with a dismissive wave in reference to his friend.

"And finally, this is Peter Pettigrew"

Hermione's smile instantly faded. She felt her blood chill simply hearing the rat's (no pun intended) name.

She turned slowly to face the pudgy little teenager that had caused one of his best friends so much pain. It was the fault of the person in front of her, that Harry Potter was orphaned at such a young age. It was him who had snitched to Voldemort where the Potter's had been hiding, and because of that, Harry's parents had died, and he had been cursed as "The Boy Who Lived", forced to be the one person who had to stop the darkest wizard of all time.

It took everything in her willpower not to jump on Pettigrew, and strangle him until she could watch the light fade from his eyes.

"Pleased to meet you Hermione" Pettigrew said in his squeaky voice. He, following James' suite, placed his hand out.

Hermione looked at his hand as if it would be the death of her. She couldn't refuse without looking suspicious, so she slowly reached out her hand, until it was grasped by Pettigrew.

She felt a shiver run up her spine as he smiled at her in the most unnerving way, shaking her hand slightly.

He didn't release instantly, so Hermione had to yank her hand out of his grip, and then subtly wiped it on the back of her robes, as if that would somehow makeup for the fact that she had just given a friendly gesture to a future murderer and servant of Voldemort.

Remus noticed how uncomfortable she was.

"Don't mind him. He's a bit of a misfit, I'll admit to that, and a bit strange, but he's harmless" he whispered quietly to her.

Hermione wished that she could believe him.

She would be stuck here for awhile, and she would just going to have to somehow learn to live with the fact that she would be going to classes with the person who had made Harry Potter's life a living hell.

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A/N: I know that that chapter was a little slow, but things will pick up, I promise. I just had to introduce everyone and how Hermione felt about them. And I appreciate your suggestion Tami. I'll do my very best to make it different. I know exactly how you feel. I'm hoping to mix things up by keeping Peter Pettigrew in, everyone seems to cut him out in the first few chapters.

Disclaimer: I only own any unrecognizable characters and the plot to the fan fiction. Everything else belongs to Miss JK Rowling, unless stated otherwise.