Friday 13th October 1977 (Hospital Ward-9:54PM)

Upon looking around the room, I realised it was identical to the one twenty years from now. The same amount of beds, the same musty sanitized scent. Nearly everything was the same, except the hospital wing twenty years from now didn't have three quarters of the Marauders, aged 17, sat around me.

My head was still reeling from the fact that I was really sat here, with them, in 1977. It felt like a sick joke, Harry had wanted me to do this and I'd fought against it, but here I was anyway.

"What's your name?" Sirius said from the beside me. He was looking at me with so much interest in his eyes that I almost felt the need to look away.

"Hermione." I answered bluntly and I saw James, out of the corner of my eye, tilt his head to the side.

Just as I was contemplating whether to tell the boys my full name, the hospital doors swung open and in strode Remus and Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked younger than when I last saw him, fewer wrinkles dawning his eyes and forehead, his hair a slightly lighter white.

"Well, what do we have here then?" Dumbledore asked upon reaching the end of my bed and whilst his voice showed no worries, his eyes flashed with concern when taking in my disheveled hair and damp clothing.

From hearing Dumbledore's entrance, Madame Pomfrey appeared at my bedside. She looked fresh and young, with only a few gray hairs in her tight bun. She smiled warmly down at me.

"Professor Dumbledore, it appears that we have a student here that has suffered a bit of whiplash from her apparent fall, d-"

"Well, she did fall out of the sky." James interrupted, popping his head around the side of Madame Pomfrey. His tone suggesting that it was the most common thing.

Madame Pomfrey shot a disapproving look his way before turning back the Dumbledore. "As I was saying, it does seem she may have fell some height and with a little force, due to the strong bruising on her back."

"Fell out of the sky, you say?" Dumbledore repeated, seeming almost amused at the thought. "Hmm, is there anyway you could explain how that came to be?" Everyone's eyes were trained on me, awaiting my answer.

"Uh...well, I would love to tell you," I swallowed, looking around sat the others around me. "However would it be possible if we could speak in private?"

He smiled kindly. "Yes, of course." Dumbledore turned to address Madame Pomfrey. "Could you please escort Misters Black, Potter and Lupin out."

"Of course." She smiled politely, before ushering the three boys out of the room, much to their protests. Once the boys were out, she closed the door behind her, leaving Dumbledore and I alone.

The old wizard moved to a sitting position on the bed to my left. "Now child, what is it you wished to tell me?"

I took a deep breath before delving into a long detailed depiction of what happened. From Harry's mad man rambling to Time Turner mishap to the Marauders finding me. And throughout it all, Dumbledore sat quietly, nodding his head every so often.

I heaved a large sigh once I'd finished my ramblings.

"Well, I can see why you needed to wanted to speak privately about this and in such urgency," He said after some time. "And I guess you already know that you are in fact in the year 1977, not 1997?" I nodded hesitantly. "Hermione, I have to tell you...I'm afraid I do not know what a Time Turner in, my dear."

My heart dropped like a stone. Of course he doesn't bloody know what a Time Turner is! Wasn't only the other day that I'd read something about the invention only being made in 1981? How could I be so stupid?

My breathing started to come out in ragged breaths as I tried to come to terms with that fact. I'm stuck here! How was I supposed to get home when even the Dumbledore doesn't know what a Time Turner is?

I closed my eyes to stop the tears from falling and focused on evening my breathing before I started to hyperventilate. I felt Dumbledore's hand fall over mine.

"Now dear, I may not know what a Time Turner is, but I will do everything I can to find a way for you to return to your own time. However, until then I am afraid you will be stuck here." He said this delicately, knowing I wouldn't take it well.

My thoughts ran to Harry and Ron. Merlin, what must they be thinking?

"Until the time comes that you able to return home, you will attend Hogwarts as a new student."

I nodded slowly, taking it in.

"Accio quill and parchment." Dumbledore said suddenly. Looking up, I saw him raise his hands to catch the floating objects coming towards him. "You're Muggleborn, correct?" After nodding, he wrote it down on the parchment. "Last name?"

"Granger." My voice came out rough and dry.

"Okay, I think it will be best to leave Hermione Granger in the past, or future shall we say, due to the fact that in three years times, Hermione Granger will be born in the Muggle world and is to eventually attend Hogwarts. Do you have any suggestions as to what your new surname shall be?"

I thought about it for a moment before settling on my mother's maiden name. "Spencer."

Dumbledore nodded, writing it down. "Hermione Spencer, it is then." Hermione Spencer...it sounded wrong, so foreign on the tongue. "Okay, so you are to say that you are a half-blood, your mother being the witch, however both parents died when you were young and you lived with your great aunt overseas in America, attending Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, until the untimely death of your great aunt." He gave me a few moments to take in the information. "The reason you appeared so suddenly is due to a spell your great aunt cast, that meant upon her death you are to be put under the legal guardian of Albus Dumbledore, a family friend."

The story was very well thought out, leaving no holes or gaps. It's going to be hard not slipping up on anything, like my last name.

"Now there's just a few things that you can fill in yourself. What house were you placed in?" He asked after writing my backstory down on the parchment.

"Gryffindor."

Quill scratching on paper. "And what subjects were you taking?"

"I was taking Potions, Transfiguration, Herbology, DADA, Ancient Runes, History of Magic and Charms." I answered, listing them on my fingers.

Once he'd written them all out he looked up again. "Hermione, since I was a family friend, you know me as Albus, so feel free to call me that. There is a spare bed in the Gryffindor dormitory, so you shall be staying there."

My face twisted in confusion. "But, sir? What about all my things? I don't have anything."

He paused for a second. "I will have house elves get you the basics and then I will provide you with money for anything you will need to buy."

"Du-Albus, are you sure you're okay with buying my things?"

"Of course I am, you are in my care now," He smiled. " Also how else would you get clothes?"

He did have a point there.

Albus moved to stand. "Now I suggest you try to get some sleep, heal up a bit for your first day on Monday." He accioed me some sleepwear which I was hugely grateful for, not really loving the idea of sleeping in damp clothing.

"Thank you, Albus. For everything." Tears threatened my eyes again.

"You're welcome, Hermione." And with that he left the room, leaving me to change into the warm, dry clothing.


Second chapter out and I think I might like this one more than the first.

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(Edited 23/9/18)