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Chapter 3 – Back from the dead
When Hermione woke up the first thing she observed was the feeling of a warm comfy bed. It had been a long year without one. The next was that she had a terrible headache and whoever was talking nearby was making it worse. She sat with her eyes closed and listened to the conversation. "Mr. Potter and Mr. Black brought her to me outside of Hogsmead" A woman's voice said. "Thank goodness Poppy was able to help her. She is skin and bones Albus I don't know where she came from, but she obviously needs help." Hermione stopped listening when she heard the name Albus. It couldn't be Albus Dumbledore, she had been there when he died at the end of her 6th year; even attended his funeral. Not being able to control her curiosity of where she was any longer she stretched and yawned like she just woke up.
She sucked in a breath as her eyes met Minerva McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore. But they weren't the same professors she knew. Dumbledore approached as McGonagall said her goodbyes and warded the room. "Good afternoon, Ms.—"Hermione finding her voice finished "Granger, sir" "Ahh Ms. Granger do you happen to remember what happened down in Hogsmead?" Hermione replayed earlier today in her head. "We were hiding in the forest from you-know-who and were attacked. This—"holding the deluminator up "brought me there."
Dumbledore's blue eyes lit up in recognition. "Ms. Granger I am sure we have never met before. So I must ask how you came to have that deluminator; since I am the only one of my knowledge that has one?" Hermione paused replaying what he just said to her. Has never met me before? "Sir before I answer could you please tell me the date?" He nodded "It is the 20th of March, 1977." Hermione let out a gasp. "Thank you. Sir to answer your question we will meet but not for another 15 years when I arrive at Hogwarts as an 11 year old muggleborn. As for the deluminator you willed it to one of my best friends Ron Weasley after your death in 1997."
They sat in silence for what seemed like forever, as he processed the information given. Hermione couldn't wait any longer "Sir, I need to get back to –"Thinking of Harry and Ron without her hurt so much "they need me there we were on an important mission." This made the professor once again come to life. "Ms. Granger, I have never heard of anyone traveling this far back, but I will look into it. I cannot promise to find your way back, for all we know your presence here will change your future so drastically, that you may not come to exist in that time." Hermione nodded in understanding as tears ran down her cheeks. Dumbledore continued on "Now, I do know we need to keep you safe. Hogwarts would be happy to welcome you home. Which house were you in before arriving here?" he asked. "Gryffindor Sir" she whispered. "Fantastic, house of the brave, and brave you are dear. Since it's almost the end of the term, I would like to put you in 6th year. I will let Madame Pomfrey come attend to you so you can sleep. I will have a trunk sent to your room with clothes and supplies. Miss Evans will come pick you up in the morning to take you to breakfast, and then to my office." Hermione whispered thanks as he left. A young Madame Pomfrey bustled in and gave her a sleeping draught. She gulped it down willingly hoping when she woke up in the morning she would find this was all a dream.