Author's Note: Sorry for the delay of this chapter, what with work being a bit hectic and then the lovely flu or whatever it is that decided to visit me,I have hardly had time to focus on anything much less writing. I know a few people have made a mention that this story seems to be going a bit slow. There is a reason for that I assure you. Since this story is a bit different than previous time-turner fics, I had to establish certain elements. Also, I wanted to delve into how some of this will effect Hermione. After this chapter, the story will pick up. I just needed a few things established before running towards the action. :) So without further ado, here is the next chapter!

First of September, 1968

10:00 pm

The brunette takes a deep breath as she stares at the mirror in front of her. It had been a long day. Not just any long day, but a day from hell she felt as she looks herself over in the looking-glass before her. 'Why did I have to continue a conversation with them?' she questions herself as she runs a hand through her frizzy brown hair and sighs. 'I knew I had heard that the Black sisters were very curious when they were younger. Hell, even Narcissa commented on their willingness to learn back in my own time-line, but I never knew the extent until now,' Hermione runs her fingers over the dark circles around her eyes and sighs again.

It is the curiosity of the three young witches that has caused Hermione to secret herself away from the Slytherin Common Room and into the first-floor girls' lavatory. Once they found out she was sorted into Slytherin, they wanted to ask her more about her mother's side of the family. When Bellatrix had asked her if her mother had been half-blood or lower, Hermione had bristled at the accusation and swiftly said her mother's memory would not be marred by such scandal, that as a Goode, such words could be considered blasphemy. There it was... out in the open to one of the most prominent wizarding families in England. Hermione knew there would be questions into her family, it was the purest family in the States, how could there not be questions? And the brunette barely knew anything about the family that was part of her past.

"I mucked that one up didn't I?" she asks herself aloud as she thought back to the conversation. Shaking her head slowly, the brunette takes a deep calming breath to keep herself from taking her wand out and hexing the lavatory to pieces.

"And I thought I was the only one who haunted the toilet," a voice says behind her causing Hermione to spin around with her wand in her hand. The ghost raises her hands in defence as she emits a loud sob. "Oi! Don't point that thing at me!"

Hermione rolls her eyes and places her wand back in its holster inside her robe sleeve. "Great, as if my day could get any worse," she mutters as she runs her hand over her face.

"Oh, like you have had a day worse than the last time I had you hiding out here in my haunting grounds... when was that!? Your second year? You remember, that time you turned yourself into a cat! I think that was the best time of my death!"

Hermione stares at the ghost dumbfounded at Myrtle's words. "Wait, you remember me from the future?" She quickly glances around the room to make sure they are the only ones in the area, then casts a quick silencing spell to keep anyone from eavesdropping. "You do know what year it is right? Technically, I am not supposed to be here."

Moaning Myrtle sighs heavily causing the witch to shiver at the cold air that feels the room. "If you haven't noticed, I am dead, not like anyone really cares one way or another, so time is not a concern for me. I don't pay attention to such things like your Nearly-Headless Nick, who seems to want to celebrate his death-day much like his birthday when he was alive." She rolls her eyes and passes through Hermione to float above the sink that the witch had been previously leaning against. "All I know is that it does seem a bit weird to see you here now of all times. Especially with this group of children. I thought your group was different. I remember a really nice young wizard that for some reason spent a lot of time with you. His name is or was Harry Potter," the ghost taps at her chin with her index finger. "I do believe you aren't supposed to be here. Another boy with a similar name is here now... James Potter. Maybe Harry's father? Well, possibly... that is if you don't screw the timeline up." She stops as her eyes grow wide behind her glasses. Suddenly, the ghost starts laughing. An annoying, grating sound that causes Hermione to wince and cover her ears. "You had a time-turner, didn't you! Let me guess! Let me guess! You fell down some stairs and ended up here! The know-it-all swot finally messed up again!" Myrtle laughs again as she floats towards the ceiling. "This is too good! I have to tell someone!"

"No you do not!" Hermione warns as she moves closer to the ghost. "You will keep your big mouth shut or else I will find a way to flush you down the pipes into the Chamber of Secrets. You do realise that the basilisk is still alive."

"You wouldn't!" Myrtle protests as she pauses her ascent towards the ceiling.

Hermione smirks as she crosses her arms in front of her. "I would. It would be fitting actually. I could flush you down the pipes and then cast a charm that would keep you down with that filthy snake for the rest of eternity."

"Why do you have to be so mean!" Myrtle shouts as she pouts at the brunette's words. She takes a deep, calming breath "Okay, I won't say anything; but there has to be something wrong with you, otherwise you wouldn't be in here talking to yourself."

Hermione stares at the ghost in front of her for a few moments, her mind reeling with all the possibilities that could happen if she told Myrtle everything. 'She may know a way to survive being in this time period,' one part of her mind states while the other part screams that if the ghost knew how to survive, she wouldn't have become a ghost. The more the brunette thinks on everything however, she does realise one thing... if she is to survive in this time, she is going to at least need someone who knows her real identity and she is adverse to speaking with Minerva and Albus. They would just send her back to her own time and allow the Dark-Lord to rise all for the sake of not tampering with the time-line. The witch sighs as she closes her eyes and commits to telling the ghost everything.

Myrtle listens in rapt silence as the brunette tells her tale in detail. If Hermione had to tell someone, she might as well tell them everything. As the young witch finishes her story she glances up at the ghost and waits for the mockery to begin. She doesn't have to wait long for Myrtle to open her mouth, but instead of jeers, the ghost looked painfully pensive. "You didn't tell the Headmaster?" the ghost asks as she looks over the brunette.

"I told you before that I did not tell him," Hermione states as she rolls her eyes.

"I know, it's just interesting is all," Myrtle replies seemingly unaware of the brunette's attitude. "Harry would have went straight to the old man and told him everything."

"Are you suggesting that I do that?"

"Merlin, no!" the ghost exclaims as she floats closer to the brunette. "He would send you back! Everything would happen again and the same people... or maybe even more people would die."

"I didn't think that would concern you," Hermione replies, then cringes at how harsh her words sounded outside if her head.

"Do you think I want that man to kill more people? He has killed far too many and will ruin the lives of others as the years pass. He was the one who had released the monster that caused my death as well." The ghost pauses slightly before continuing. "You mentioned a Narcissa Malfoy, right? It is safe to assume that she is known as Narcissa Black in this time period then. Are you sure you can get that family to leave His side?"

"Narcissa was forced into her relationship with Lucius and Bellatrix was forced to marry Rudolphus. These relationships were the breaking point for both women, so I am hoping that coming back in time to this exact time, before they were married off to those horrible men, would allow me to coax them against their parents. And they will be able to help me with destroying the Dark-Lord."

"If I remember correctly though," Myrtle interrupts as she floats on her back in front of the witch. "You will need to destroy His Horcruxes first before you can destroy Him. Also, you will need to learn more about your family before you can cosy up to the Black sisters, after all, isn't that why you ran into my bathroom in the first place?"

Hermione rolls her eyes at the ghost in front of her; the brunette should have realised that coming into this particular water closet would have been a disaster. After all, it is haunted by the ghost of a young Ravenclaw witch. She takes a deep breath and pinches the bridge of her nose; she exhales slowly as she levels her gaze to the apparition in front of her. "Would you happen to know anything about the Goode family in America?" she asks Myrtle as she resigns herself to settle down on the cold tile floor and spend the rest of the night unburdening herself of all her worries about her plan to the least likely person she thought she would be dealing with.

Moaning Myrtle brought her index finger to her chin and thought for a few moments. The ghost, forever a Ravenclaw, had throughout the years, while she was alive and dead, read many a book on wizarding genealogies; but, unfortunately, not on the wizarding communities of the Americas. "I'm sorry, Hermione, I do not know anything of the families in the Americas, but I can find something on them. I just know I can. Maybe one of the portraits will know something about them?"

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to try to find out that way," Hermione states as she stretches her legs out in front of her and rests her head on the cold tile wall. "Do you think that there is one that has access to the Salem school? If that is the case, I am sure they would have more than enough information then."

Myrtle nods her head as she agrees but then a frown mars her face as a sudden thought comes to mind. "It is one thing to know the part, but you also have to act the part."

"Well, the Black sisters know that my mother's family had nothing to do with me while I was growing up, so it should be easy to allow that part to fall to the wayside."

"True enough," the ghost replies as she hovers above the brunette. "I have a question, Hermione."

"What is it?"

"Have you often thought about what sort of damage you have caused the timeline so far? I mean just coming back this far has irreparably damaged the timeline."

"I have thought about it," Hermione answers honestly with a sigh. "I wonder if my father is still alive or did my coming back in time negate his own birth and in its place was my own. I had heard stories about his parents from him, that is how I knew what I know about my lineage but when I came back in time, I never thought about all of the lives I would be uprooting to make a space for me to exist within this time. I just wanted to..."

"You just wanted to change the outcome of what was your present?" the ghost asks as she gently lowers herself beside the witch sitting on the floor.

"Yes," the brunette whispers out softly as she stares at nothing. "So many people have lost their lives because of this mad man and if I had known then what I know now about the repercussions of travelling back in time, I would do it all over again."

Myrtle smiles softly. A haunted smile, filled with sadness, but a smile nonetheless. "Then I think we should stop sitting about moaning and find a way to defeat the Dark Lord before he hurts more people."

A small chuckle leaves Hermione's throat at the apparition's words as she stands up with the help of the sink behind her. She looks in the mirror and makes eye-contact with Myrtle behind her. "Am I making the right decision with not telling Dumbledore and McGonagall?"

"Yes, you are. Albus would send you back if you told him. If you go to Minerva, she would probably go and tell him and then he would send you back. So either way you would lose and all of this would be moot."

"You're right, Myrtle. I just needed to hear it spoken aloud before I actually could believe it all."

An overwhelming cold settles over the brunette as she watches the ghost behind her move closer to her and place a transparent hand on her shoulder. "You are doing the right thing Hermione. I will help in every way I can to make sure that you succeed. He will die before he can rise to power again."