Hello everyone. To say that I am flabbergasted by the response so far to this story is amazing.

I never though that withing a few short days, that my first fanfiction ever would already have this many readers and followers. I am beyond grateful for all of you that have found enjoyment so far in this story.

I do plan on seeing this all the way through to the very end. I will say that my updates may become more sporadic as I will be starting a new job soon. Like I said before, I type all this out and then submit it. I don''t have any chapter pre-written and waiting in the edges for certain dates to come past.

As always, the characters belong to the lovely J.K. Rowling. The story is all mine.

Enjoy! XO

Chapter 3

June 19th, 1970

Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts

"Please have a seat, my dear," the headmaster said politely. He motions to an armchair in front of his desk as he walks around it, calling for a house-elf to bring sandwiches and tea. I slowly seat myself in the chair while glancing around the office. The office looks nearly identical to the one and only time I saw it back in my timeline except for a few items that had evidently not made their presence yet on his desk.

A meek looking house-elf appears with tea and a plate full of sandwiches just as my stomach starts to protest more loudly than before. I smile graciously at the house-elf as I remove a few sandwiches and place them on a plate that the house-elf provided. Maybe I can keep the house-elves from hating me during this time line, I think as the house-elf disappears with a soft pop and I start eating the delectable little sandwiches. I see the headmaster indulge in a few sandwiches as well before he clears his throat and takes a sip from his tea cup.

"Now Miss Granger, where do you come from?" Headmaster Dumbledore asks with a slight twinkle in his eye. Does he know that I am not from this timeline? "I think I know the dressing standards that the school uniforms are currently in, but your uniform seems to be slightly different. Plus, as my Deputy Headmistress and Head of Gryffindor house does not know who you are, I assume that you must be from another time. Am I correct in this assumption?" he states calmly as if it is no big surprise that I am not from 1970.

"Yes, you are correct Headmaster in assuming that I am not from 1970. It was June 18th, 1996 where I came from," I state in as clear of tone as I can while still trying to arrange everything in my head of how I traveled back 26 years. "I am still perplexed at how I traveled back 26 years into the past though."

"Were you sent back intentionally to change something perhaps?" he asks as a questioning look crosses his face. "What were you doing in 1996 before you come back here?"

I take a deep breath and a sip of tea before I start recounting the tale of the events leading up to the Department of Mysteries. Headmaster Dumbledore is mostly silent while I tell him things that have happened in my past (our future?) with only a few questions asked once I have finished my retelling.

"So, in your time, we are in the middle of a second wizarding war since the first one wasn't properly won by some unknown reason even though Voldemort was defeated?" the headmaster says as he has a perplexed look on his face while gazing at his phoenix, Fawkes. "And you say there is a prophecy that tells of how Voldemort will be defeated?"

"Yes, sir. I don't know when the prophecy is first told so I couldn't possibly say when we need to start looking for it. But so much could be changed while I am here. So many lives could be spared. Harry wouldn't have to grow up without his parents. I have over 11 years before the events in 1981. Maybe we can kill him for good the first time and keep everyone from dying," I plead while Headmaster Dumbledore looks at me with a small smile starting to curve his lips.

"Well, before anything can be decided, we need to figure out how and if we can send you back to your time. Until then, we need to figure out a way to integrate you into our time. Now, have you taken you OWL's back in 1996?" the Headmaster stated simply.

"We were in the middle of taking them when everything happened," I said with a slight flush to my cheeks. "Would I be able to complete them here before the term ends?"

"Unfortunately, your sudden appearance here would draw suspicion if you were to sit your OWL's with the other students. We can have it arranged for you to sit them once term has concluded and the students have left for the summer," Headmaster Dumbledore said. "Are you associated with any families in this timeline that you would prefer to be placed with?"

"I know many families from this timeline but explaining and maintaining a backstory to those that would be caring for me, I wouldn't want to do that," I said sheepishly while wondering how I would be able to survive in this time with no family support.

A light knock has sounded at the headmaster's office door, and with a gentle "Enter," muttered by Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall entered the office and took a seat next to me. "Minerva, glad you could join us. We were just discussing Miss Granger's OWL's once the term has concluded so she may be able to return for her 6th and 7th years," the headmaster states simmply to her while glancing at me then back to Professor McGonagall.

"Well that seems acceptable to me since one's education is very important. Now, Miss Granger, why is it that you wear Hogwarts uniforms, but I do not know you?" Professor McGonagall asks while turning her attention from the headmaster to myself.

"I will show you my memories in Pensieve while Miss Granger rests and we can revisit this in the morning. I am sure Miss Granger is tiring and should wish to rest," Headmaster Dumbledore says while dismissing me to return to the hospital wing. "I suggest using the floo so you do not run into any staff or students on your way back to the hospital wing."

I stand and realize I am quite tired from the days events even though I have on been sitting in a chair and talking. I bid them both a good evening and walk to the floo. The last thing before the green flames surround me is the stares of the headmaster and Professor McGonagall watching me as I disappear through the floo.

"Minerva, we need to help that child. She has been through so much in her short life and I fear it will only become more hazardous in the years to come," Albus says to Minerva while standing from his desk and walking to the cupboard that holds his pensieve. He removes it with care and places it on his desk as he begins withdrawing the memories of the last few hours to show his deputy headmistress.

"Albus, what do you mean? She only looks to be 15 maybe 16 years old at the most. What could she have been through in such a short time?" Minerva presses as a worried look settles on her face.

"Come, Minerva. I will show you all that Miss Granger has told me. But she must be protected. I fear war will be upon us sooner than anticipated," Albus stated simply as Minerva stands from her seat and join him at the pensieve to view the memories now floating there. "I have a thought but I would like you input and help in protecting the child," Albus says before bending over to his place his face in the pensieve and Minerva joining him in the memories.