Dumbledore poured tea for himself and his deputy head, adding an extra sugar cube to his own before passing a teacup and saucer over to Minerva. "And how has she settled into the common room and dormitories?"

Minerva McGonagall nodded slightly, as she stirred her cup before sipping the warm liquid from it. "She's doing well. The Prewett's have really helped her in adjusting I believe. However, she does tend to isolate herself often. Apparently she spends most of her free time in the library, she's even requested dinner there a few times I've heard from a few of the elves."

The Headmaster nodded, holding onto his teacup but no drinking from it. "I do believe that if I were in a similar situation to Miss Granger, I would spend as much time as possible trying to find a solution to my issue as well. I must say, I haven't found anything as of yet, but it's good to know that she's looking as well."

"Albus, if you believe her, if you truly think the girl is from the future, why wouldn't you want her to tell us more details? She's mentioned wars Albus, plural. I know you fear what Tom may do, the people he may be uniting, if we could know before, it would be better than having a seer fall into our laps. We could make sure that things don't escalate too far."

"Ahh" Dumbledore said before finally sipping from his cup once it was cool enough. "But if she were to do so, and we were to act upon it, then any future details could be meaningless and risky to act upon. You see, time is a butterfly effect Minerva, every action has a consequence, I'd rather not risk the future of all wizarding kind on a few changed details. What must happen will happen. And everything will work themselves out. Knowing the future can be a curse. Were people to know they might not make it to tomorrow, what changes would that have on them today? We must leave things as they are. I have faith in Miss Granger to make sure things stay on their proper track."

A heavy sigh came from Minerva McGonagall as she looked down at the tealeaves stuck to the bottom of her mug "I suppose you're right Albus. I suppose you're right."

Dumbledore nodded, sure of himself as he carried on. "And her classes?"

The Gryffindor head of house raised a scrupulous eyebrow as she sipped at her cup. "Yes she does quite well in all of her courses. Comparable to most Ravenclaws, if not better. I've heard that in charms, Mr. Chang became rather distraught after she performed the appare vestigium tracking spell correctly before anyone else. I believe he may be a bit worried about being picked off as the top of the charms class."

The white haired wizard chuckled. "I'm sure Mr. Chang has nothing to fear. Hopefully we will have Miss Granger returned shortly."

"Regardless," McGonagall cut in. "He should be more worried about his other courses. He's quite bright, but one of the few Ravenclaws I've ever seen perform near Troll levels in Defence Against the Dark Arts. However, he's not the only one who's toes Miss Green seems to step on. If I have to stop my class one more time to interrupt she and Miss Black, I may have an aneurism."

Dumbledore smiled up at her. "Oh now please Minnie. It can't be that bad. I'm sure they're both a bit stubborn, and it seems as if Miss Granger comes with her preconceptions of Miss Black."

The Scottish woman scoffed uncaringly "Personally I don't blame her myself. Last week, Miss Black used a turrets jinx on Miss Green and had her blurting out profanities throughout my lecture. I didn't catch it happen, but no one else is as apt with jinxes and curses as Miss Black. I had to send her off to Flitwick for the counter. I felt quite bad for the girl myself."

The Headmasters eyes smiled warmly at her. "She seems to have grown on you quite quickly Minerva."

A small pink flush rushed to her cheeks as she tried to force it off. "She's a good student Albus, and she's in a precarious situation, with no one to turn to. I merely hope she knows she can trust us."

He nodded as he set his empty teacup down, reaching for a peppermint candy instead. "As do I."

The short comfortable silence between the two, filled only with the sounds of crickets through the open window, and the soft crackling of the fire behind them was cut short as Argus Filch came up the staircase leading a somewhat delirious Ravenclaw Teenager into the Headmaster's office.

The gruff young man gripped onto her robes as she looked around the room in fear. "Headmaster, ya said you'd want me ta bring ya any of the students I found out in the hallways after curfew. I found this un tryin ta sneak into the astronomy tower." He sneered, looking down at the young witch before throwing his hand from her robes, causing the young girl to nearly stumble and fall.

"I-I'm sorry professors, I-I was only trying to speak with Professor Delphi a-about a reoccurring dream I've been having. S-She told me I should speak with her." The young girl stammered out, her shaking hands fixing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose in place.

The young unshaven squib scoffed as he stood back to watch the punishment unravel. "A likely story girly. Curfew is curfew. It means stay in your bed till mornin then ya can find the professor."

The headmaster smiled softly at the girl, trying to ease her before turning to the caretaker. "Thank you Mr. Filch, you may go back to patrolling the castle. I will take care of Miss Trelawney."

The caretaker looked up at the Headmaster surprised, before disappointment became engrained in his face. He huffed a little, upset not to be allowed to witness the punishment as he began his trek back down the winding staircase. "Whatever".

The young third year girl whimpered a little as he left, watching the Headmaster and deputy head wait until the gargoyle has slid shut again. Sybill knew it had been wrong for her to be out after hours, but the dreams had only gotten worse, even becoming visions in the middle of her classes, and she needed an answer.

"Miss Trelawney." The young girls head snapped back up as the Headmaster addressed her, her thick glasses began to slip down her nose and she quickly had to reach up to readjust them. "Do you mind explaining these dreams that have you so concerned?" The warmth in his eyes, and concern in his voice seemed to still her trembling as she stood near the fireplace. She glanced into the dying embers, their heat still warming the room.

"My dream? I have it all the time. I'm in the forest and its night, but there's so many stars shining that it hardly seems dark." She hesitated slightly as she recalled the details. "There's a large stag, and a snake. They're trying to kill one another, but neither seems able. Then there is an otter and a black bird, a raven I believe. It almost looks like they're fighting as well, but really I think they're trying to preen one another. It's quite odd. And just as the snake finally bites the stag, the raven and otter stop. The raven flies to the snake and pecks the eyes out of the snake, leaving it blind before the stag finally stomps the snake out. The sun starts to rise and the stag changes into a baby. The otter disappears like it was never there and the raven flies off, leaving just the baby in the woods until a phoenix appears from the sun and carries the baby away. That's when I wake up. It happens over and over, almost every night Professor."

The girl finally looked back up at the Headmaster, her usual brown eyes an almost silver colour, obscured by tears forming in her eyes until she pushed her glasses up out of the way, wiping at her eyes with the hem of her robes. As she slid her glasses back down into place, her eyes had returned back to their warm chocolate brown colouring. "I told Professor Delphi about it after my Divination class the other day. She told me I should speak with her if I had the dream again. I'm sorry I was out after hours, I only wanted some kind of answers."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled slightly behind half mooned spectacles as he stood and walked over to place a comforting hand upon the girl's shoulder. "That sounds quite concerning indeed Sybill. I'm glad you told us about it. Would you like a cuppa? It might help calm your nerves some."

The young girl looked up at him with wide eyes, shock plastered across her face. "Am I not in trouble Professor?"

He smiled down at her and shook his head. "No of course not. You were merely doing as you were asked. However, I would prefer it if you would come to myself of Professor McGonagall about these visions from now on. They could be quite important and I would like to help you in understanding them. Do you understand?"

The young Ravenclaw girl stood slightly dumbfounded in front of the professor and simply nodded up at him. "Y-Yes sir. I understand."

He patted her on the shoulder and nodded. "Good! Now how about that tea? Or would you like to get back to your dormitory and have a good night's rest. I've got some sleeping draughts that should help."

Sybil's heart pounded slightly in her chest as she looked up at him "Well if I'm honest sir, I'd prefer to get some rest. I haven't had a good nights sleep in quite a while."

The older man chuckled and walked to his desk, pulling out a vial to hand her. "From my own personal collection."

She grinned as she clutched the small vial between her hands. "Thank you so much sir."

He nodded, patting her on the back. "You're most welcome. Now back to bed Miss Trelawney."

The young girl smiled up at the Headmaster, saying goodnight to him and the deputy head before disappearing down the spiral staircase to make her way back to her room.

Once they had heard the stone gargoyle slide back into it's place, McGonagall turned her attention to the Headmaster with a raised eyebrow. "You believe you see something in her."

The man smiled as he poured himself another cup of tea. "Tell me Minerva, have you ever heard of Cassandra Trelawney?"

The Scot sat across from him, just as confused as ever. "No Albus, I can't say I have."

He picked up two fresh sugar cubes to drop into his tea, stirring it as he looked back up at her. "Cassandra is Sybill's great grandmother. She was a quite renowned seer in her time. Many of her prophecies have come to happen, and still even after her death some have yet to come."

"You're not honestly insinuating that you believe a third year to be a seer are you Albus? That's preposterous." The head of house scoffed.

Dumbledore chuckled softly and smiled at the witch. "And yet just earlier you were suggesting we use Miss Granger for just that purpose."

McGonagall rolled her eyes incredulously as she watched the older man. "I believe I said it would be better than having a seer. And certainly better than a possible student seer."

The wizard smiled as he watched his younger counterpart before standing. "Perhaps. But regardless, I'd like to keep an eye on the girl. Now if you'll excuse me, I believe it's time for bed for me as well." He said as he walked around his desk again to pull out yet another vial. "And I do hope this helps me as it might miss Trelawney. Goodnight Minerva."

McGonagall took her stand, knowing when she was being asked to leave. "Goodnight Albus. I certainly hope you know what you're doing." And made her way to follow the earlier student and caretaker down the steps and towards her quarters.

The man smiled, uncorking the vial to pour into his tea. "We shall see."


Hermione spent the remainder of her weekend split between the library and the common room. Though she'd read a number of books on the use of time turners and had even stuck into the restricted section to find a forbidden book on the dark arts of time corruption magic, nothing seemed comparable to her situation. No one seemed to have gone back as far as she had, the closest being a Welsh wizard who found a way to send himself back in time by one year, but doubled his age in the process. She was glad the symptom wasn't the same for herself. She couldn't imagine waking up to find herself suddenly in her thirties, and worse the wizard was in his forties when he performed the spell, making himself older than his own parents. No she certainly didn't want to reach old age before they did.

She had been pleasantly surprised however on Sunday night when she had been busy all day reading up on the possible applications of genii's magic on time wishes, to be found by a group of fourth year students.

"Yeah a friend told me she'd seen her back her earlier today still when she was looking for a book for her Charms paper. That's her, right Molly?"

Hermione's head jerked up, to hush the new additions to the rear of the library, but was cut short by the look on Molly Prewitt's face. "Yeah that's her Ted." She said towards the young Hufflepuff boy that Hermione had bumped into the day before. The same sweet smile as before shone down at her in contract to her friend's future mother's. "And where have you been? I haven't seen you since you left The Three Broomsticks yesterday. I was starting to get worried something had happened to you. Honestly Hermione, you should really let your friends know what you're up to sometimes."

A young Arthur Weasley pulled up the group behind them. "Go easy Molly, maybe she just needed some space. She looks like she's been working on exams." He said bringing attention the to book in her hands.

Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly, the feeling of being told off by the future matriarch not quite as harsh, but still very much the same. "Sorry, yeah, I've just been a bit busy is all. I've not missed much have I?"

The young redheaded girl raised an eyebrow before shrugging off the excuse. "Oh not much. Only Gryffindor beating the mess out of Hufflepuff in the Quidditch game today."

"Hey!" Young Ted Tonks exclaimed, turning on the three Gryffindors.

Arthur shrugged a little as he looked up at him, still decked in his team support gear. "Well there was a 340-point difference mate. It's not like it was exactly close."

Ted rolled his eyes, a flush spreading over his face. "We still caught the snitch."

Molly smirked a little as she looks up at him "And that's how your team lost. Should have waited to catch up."

Hermione couldn't help but smile a bit as she watched them. "Sorry I missed it. I promise I'll be at the next match."

"You'd better Hermione, we play Slytherin next." The red headed girl said matter-of-factly.

Hermione slipped the book she had been reading into her rucksack and stood up from the table. "I will."

"Good! Now come grab some dinner. Have you even been to the Great Hall since I last saw you? You can't go skipping meals." The younger girl asked slipping her arm through Hermione's, causing her to chuckle.

"I've had early breakfasts in the Great Hall. But I just ask an elf sometimes to bring me a snack if it's not too busy in the kitchens."

Arthur looked at older Gryffindor girl bizarrely as they began to leave the library. "Ask as long as it's not busy? Really? But they're elves?"

She knew the Weasley's didn't come from much family, but they still were purebloods and still saw elves as creatures. "It does stay quite busy in the kitchens actually. It's not easy to feed an entire school and make stops for student and teacher's requests."

Ted shrugged a little "The idea of elves is still strange to me. Not that they exist, but that they only exist to serve. I can't imagine it. And I certainly can't imagine having one. I guess I'm still pretty muggle that way."

Arthur looked surprised "Do wealthy muggles not have elves too? How odd. Then who does all the cooking and cleaning and things if the don't have magic?"

Hermione chuckled. "The muggles do. Some may have other muggle servants, but it's demeaning. And you can't own another muggle anymore. Slavery, like wizards do to elves has been outlawed in their world. In some ways they're more progressive than wizards are."

Arthur looked at her shocked before looking down in thought. "Interesting, very interesting."

Ted smiled at them and shook his head "You purebloods are the interesting ones. How you get on so long without knowing the first thing about the muggle world is astonishing. Oh well, I'm glad I could help you find your friend. Nice to meet you again Hermione."

The elder Gryffindor witch smiled "Nice to meet you too Ted."

"Well how unsurprising. New girl can't find friends so she makes friends with a couple of fourth year blood traitors and a mudblood. American's really do keep poor company, it's amazing."

Hermione turned to see Bellatrix followed by her two younger sisters, rather than her usual group of Slytherin terrorists.

"Bud out Black! No one asked for your opinion. And no one cares for it. Didn't your mother ever tell you, if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all?" Molly pipped up. The usual smile on Ted's face flushed away seeing the three sisters together.

Bellatrix scoffed, the proud haughty smirk replaced with a scowl at the younger girl. "My mother taught me that I am part of one of the most proud and noble ancient houses, and that lesser should be put in their place. Especially blood traitors and mudbloods."

Hermione watched to make note that none of the three sisters were brandishing their wands, and felt the heft of her own in her robe. "Perhaps she should have taught you some manners as well then." Molly quickly popped back.

The Slytherin girl growled, reaching for her wand, but Hermione was faster. Drawing her wand and aiming it straight at the other girl. "I wouldn't if I were you." She wasn't quite sure where the sass had come from as she stared down the future Death Eater, but backing down from it now would be a mistake.

Dark eyes grew wildly behind a mess of black curls, surprised to have been cut off so quickly by the other girl. Soon Andromeda reached up an apprehensive hand to her sister's arm. "Come on Bellatrix. They're not worth the efforts. Come, let's just have dinner. I don't really want to have to bring you dessert to the infirmary ward."

Bellatrix quickly jerked her arm away from her sister's hand. "As if she could do anything to send me to the infirmary. She's lucky she drew first. You won't be so lucky next time Green." Before quickly storming into the Great Hall, followed closely by Narcissa. Andromeda hesitated, giving Ted a short longing and apologetic look before following after her sisters.

Molly raised an eyebrow at Hermione and smiled "Making friends fast with her aren't you?"

Hermione deflated as she watched Bellatrix retreat. "Well someone had to put their wand where your mouth was. Honestly, did you have a plan if she were to attack?"

Molly shrugged uncaringly as she continued their trek into the Great Hall again. "I can hold my own. Besides, Madam Pompfrey is really handy in the infirmary." Hermione smiled a little bit, seeing the comparisons between Molly and Ginny. No wonder Molly got onto her so much.

Hermione looked back towards Ted, but he had disappeared as the three Gryffindors reached their table. It must be so hard to pretend to be someone to your family and another to the person you love. I don't understand how they're going to make it work.

As Hermione sat down across from Molly and Arthur, she looked up, feeling the burning glare of eyes on her. Sure enough Bellatrix sat across the hall at the Slytherin table, across from her younger sisters, staring the bushy haired girl down. I may have just made an uncomfortable situation even worse. Nice work Granger.

Hermione tried to ignore the feeling as the group ate and chatted together about classes, homework, Quidditch and a number of other topics. However, every time she looked back up at the Slytherin table, a set of dark brown, almost black eyes stared her back down. The older Gryffindor ignored the glares as best she could until she watched the trio of sisters leaving the Great Hall together.

She gave it a good ten to fifteen minutes, enjoying her dessert of berries and custard before excusing herself from the others. "You're not headed back to the library are you?" Molly asked as she looked up at her newest friend.

Hermione blushed slightly, she knew she was easy to read, and probably a bit boring but she had work to do. "Just for a minute. I want to grab another book before I head back to the common room. I promise I won't be long." She said as she shouldered her bag over her back.

Molly sighed and nodded as she reached for a slice of cream cake. "Okay, I'll meet you up there. I've got something I need to tell you about."

Hermione smiled, slightly annoyed that she'd have to give up some more of her time to listen to whatever childish goings on Molly wanted to gossip about, but she knew she'd rather not alienate one of the few feelings of familiarity she had to her old life. "Sure. See you in a bit." She turned to walk out of the mostly empty hall and up the stairway towards the library. Most students had already gone back to their commons or were finding areas to relax before curfew, and unsurprisingly to Hermione, the landing outside of the library was empty.

Most students felt like the commons areas were their home away from home. An ever constant of comfort and relaxation where they could hang out with friends, forget their worries of classes and just be kids again. For Hermione, the library was her home away from home. Though Hogwarts' library was considerably larger than her family's back home, it felt comforting. And unlike the common room, the feel and the smell of the place had not really changed with her time regression. The common room, while it felt vaguely familiar to her, wasn't the same without the smiling faces of her friends, the sounds of Lavender and Pavarti obsessing over an article in the newest edition of Witch Weekly, the subtle sounds of Trever croaking, lost somewhere behind the furniture, the laughter of Dean and Seamus discussing Quidditch and sweets from Honeydukes. The sounds and smell of the common room were different now.

The library however always remained the same. The smell of parchment and ink hit her head on as she pushed the doors open. The quiet murmur of students reminded her much the same of how students were in her time. To Hermione, if she chose to forget the rest of the world, the library was a sanctuary away from the realization of the rest of the world around her. Her only reminder was the nagging thought in the back of her head, pushing her towards specific books rather than those she'd like to read just for fun. However, it had been weeks and she was no closer to figuring out her predicament. Surely, she thought, a few additional readings wouldn't hurt. If anything, it'd help clear her head some to let her think more accurately later on.

As Hermione perused the shelves, an uneasy knot formed in her stomach. Perhaps it was just something she had eaten, she tried to reason with herself, but somehow she knew otherwise. As she picked up a copy of advanced defensive spells, a pang of longing ripped through her chest for Harry, Ron and her friends. If she had worked harder in the D.A. if she had learned more, if she weren't so weak, perhaps she wouldn't be here now.

She plucked the hard covered book from the shelf, flipping through its pages briefly before selecting it. It couldn't hurt to polish up more. If she returned back to her time, her friends would need her. Voldemort wasn't going anywhere, and she needed to fight. If not, well she didn't just have one war to worry about living through, she had two.

Soft chimes rang through the library, reminding the Gryffindor of the time. She counted them off in her head. Curfew would be approaching soon, and she wasn't looking to get in even more trouble.

Hermione slid the book into her bag before deciding she would finally find Molly and catch up on whatever gossip she had to tell. Hermione was quite glad that Ginny hadn't quite earn the same trait from her mother. While the girl may have had her finger on the pulse of the goings on of the school, she wasn't one to spread gossip unless needed or asked.

The heel of Hermione's shoes echoed off the stone floors and walls as she walked down the corridor. There was something slightly empowering about the sound to her, knowing that she was alone, that she was heard, that she was important, even if deep down sometimes she thought it wasn't true.

And it wasn't.

Halfway along the way towards the stairwell, Hermione's feet locked together, sending her down face first, her arms locked at her side, unable to shield her face.Shit that hurt!

Unable to move, Hermione began to try to chant the counter curse in her head. Her non-verbal magic was weak, but not as weak as her wandless magic. She knew it would take some work to free herself.

Slowly the sound of heels came from a turned corner way until they were right above Hermione. The feeling of a boot in her side, pushing her to roll over made the chanting in her head cease.

Her vision was still slightly blurry from the fall as she was rolled over. Only a dark smudge was in front of her. Slowly however the blur started to clear, and the black smudge changed to robes, porcelain skin, dark curls, and equally dark eyes that seemed alight with fire. "Well look what we have here." While the younger version didn't wear quite as dark lipstick, the mincing smirk still sent a shiver down Hermione's spine that made her start to scream the counter curse internally, begging for release.


A/N I am kinda proud of myself for keeping up with updating so regularly. I'm so grateful for all of you lovelies that have liked and followed my story and in love with those of you who have reviewed and sent me PMs! I never imagined this story blowing up so quickly, so I'm so grateful to all of you!

I tried to be a little prophetic without being obvious in Sybill's dream, we'll see how that really pans out lol. And yes, her name is still Sybill Trelawney, and the stuff about her great grandmother comes straight from Pottermore info! So no ownership to character, still all J.K.'s work!

LazzeEM - I'm glad the length worked out! Promise we'll get to more Bella/Hermione, it just won't be an instant type thing.

HitsujiNoShinigami - It's definitely going to be a bit of a slow burn lol, and I like that explanation for it! I'm glad you like lengthier chapters! It gets a lot of story at once, I was just nervous about people loosing interest mid chapter lol. Hermione still has a lot of work to do here in the past. Ideally I see this as being either a fairly long story or possibly splitting it into a trilogy, so no worries, lots of stuff still to come.

Until next time my lovelies!