Thanks once again to all of my fabulous reviewers! I'm very sorry for my slow updates. And to Andie (sorry, you didn't sign your review so I couldn't reply that way), I'm glad you kept reading, and Antwerp really was only twelve miles away to begin with so it shouldn't have taken more than a day or two to get there. Thanks for the review!

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As they entered Antwerp, Hermione was struck by the beauty of the architecture in the old city. The gothic design was breathtaking. They wandered the streets for a while in a seemingly aimless manner until they arrived at a rather unspectacular looking door. Jan knocked three times and they all stood there for a few minutes before they heard the sound of several locks being slid back, and a slight woman with unruly blonde hair stood in the doorway.

"Jan!" she cried in excitement. She immediately launched herself into his open arms and he spun her in a circle, hugging her tightly.

"Faye, it has been far too long. I see that the Nazis haven't gotten you yet, though," he said after putting her back down. She shot him a winning smile before turning to the spectators.

"Hello, I'm Faye Molyneux. And you are..." she questioned, extending a hand.

Hermione took it and said, "I'm Hermione Granger, and this is Draco Malfoy. I'm sorry to seem blunt ma'am, but will you be able to take us back to England? There seems to have been some sort of accident..." she trailed off under Faye's critical gaze.

"Hmm...Two adolescents...I don't know that I can side-along these two by myself. But please, we must go inside! Where are my manners?" she exclaimed as she bustled the trio through the doorway and into a quaint little parlor.

"Now, before we go any further, you look as though you must be famished! I'll go get supper started and we can discuss things over a nice hot meal." And with that, she vanished through an adjacent doorway.

Jan sat down in an overstuffed arm chair, while Draco immediately sat down on the loveseat sofa. Normally, Hermione would not have sat next to him, but she was too exhausted and emotionally drained to stay on her feet any longer, so she plopped down next to Draco. They sat in silence like that for what seemed like ages, just listening to Faye in the kitchen as she cooked.

The next thing Hermione knew, she was opening her eyes and raising her head from the arm of the sofa as the aroma of potato soup permeated the room. She had slept sitting up with her head resting on the high, cushioned arm of the comfortable couch. When she tried to move, she realized that there was a heavy weight in her lap, and upon looking down, she saw Draco Malfoy-asleep in her lap.

At first, she almost pushed him off the sofa for having the audacity to touch her, but then she remembered what had happened in the course of one day, and she immediately felt sorry and merely shook his shoulder to wake him up.

"Malfoy, it's time to eat. Get up," she said. He turned his head so that he could see her face and blinked blearily a few times.

"Granger? What are you...oh. Thanks." He hastily sat up and turned away from her so she wouldn't see the blush creeping into his cheeks.

"No problem." She stood up and walked into the kitchen, her stomach growling. Draco was right on her heels.

"Mmm...Faye, this smells fabulous!" Hermione exclaimed as she drooled over the bowl of soup Faye had just handed her.

"Thank you. I'm sorry I couldn't make something with more meat, but I'm afraid it's rather a rare commodity these days," Faye said with a smile.

"So, about England..." Hermione started.

"I have been pondering the situation as I cooked, and I've decided that I will take you, but I shall have to find someone to help me, since I will be unable to take you both. Fortunately, I know just the person. He's here to help with the war effort since he's English and wants to fight for his homeland without actually joining up. He does things a soldier would never be allowed to do. He will want to meet you."

"Who are we talking about, Faye?" Jan wandered into the room, only catching the tale end of the conversation as he rubbed sleep out of his eyes.

"Albus Dumbledore, sleepy-head. I'm going to ask him to help me side-along these two," Faye responded, rumpling Jan's hair. At the mention of Dumbledore's name, Hermione and Draco looked up sharply, both suddenly wondering what it would be like to meet their headmaster as a young adult.

"Well, you three can all go sleep in the bedrooms I've got on the second floor. All of the beds are made and ready for you, so go rest up. I'm just going to pop over and speak to Albus. I should be back before morning, but I'll need to explain the situation to him in full to ensure that he understands the risks. He's naturally inquisitive anyway, so I'm sure he shall be filled with questions about you two," Faye laughed as she took their now empty bowls and charmed them to wash themselves before exiting the room. They heard a pop from the living room and knew she had apparated to some undisclosed location.

"Well, I don't know about you two, but I'm tired, so I'm going to go to bed now and rest up while I can, and I suggest you do the same soon. You have another grueling stretch ahead of you," Jan said before going up the stairs. Draco and Hermione were silent until they heard his door close.

"Professor Dumbledore...What's he doing in Antwerp?" Draco wondered.

"He's very secretive about his personal life, so I suppose it's only natural that he wouldn't tell us that he helped act as a spy or something during World War II. It's not mandatory that he share everything with us," Hermione reasoned.

"But why Antwerp? It's not that important of a city, is it?" Draco asked.

"Well, why us? Why were we the ones who went back in time? We're not that special, are we? Who knows why he's in Antwerp? The important thing is that he can help us!" Hermione was feeling slightly exasperated with Draco's defeatist attitude. They sat in an uncomfortable silence for a interminable amount of time before Draco finally sighed and stood up.

"Well, I guess I'll go to bed. Jan was right. The trouble could just be starting. England had it pretty rough during this war, too, as I recall." He began to walk up the stairs. Hermione jumped up and, not wanting to be left alone in a strange house, followed him up the stairs. There were three doors at the top and one, presumably Jan's, was closed. They parted ways then, each taking a different room.

A few hours later, Hermione awoke to two popping noises downstairs, and she immediately jumped out of bed, both excited and a little scared to meet her old professor as a slightly younger man. She opened her bedroom door at the same time as Draco was exiting his room. They looked at each other apprehensively before going downstairs.

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Okay, how was that? It was a pretty fast update and a longer chapter than I've put up in a long time! Oh, and I guess I've never said this before, but this probably takes place during the sixth or seventh year at Hogwarts, but I'm treating it as though HBP never happened. Anyway, please review! I've decided not to update again until I get at least ten reviews for this chapter.