Hermione slept in Monday morning. She never slept in! It was her dream! It was a seer's dream, but she's not a seer. She shook her head and tried to forget it. She slowly got ready. I'm already late ... she thought. She only had potions. Slughorn was a nice enough guy.

She was walking to breakfast, she knew it was an hour after breakfast it was cleaned up. She walked in, and got a look from Dumbledore. She told him her dream.

'Miss. Granger, sometimes people get sent back in time because they have to accomplish something. I've heard, you recieved a letter from future James Potter. I do believe it said "I don't know who you have to kill." I'm forced to believe, there is something you need to change. But first, you have to find out how and why Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley was sent back. Now, go to your class, which I'm certian will be over soon.' Dumbledore explained. Hermione nodded. He was clearly loosing his mind.

'Where were you!?' Draco asked, when she met up with him. He kissed her. Hermione explained everything, and Draco just looked at her.

'Let's find the weasel and pothead.' Hermione glared at his nicknames, but walked with him anyway.

'Harry! Ron! I need you to explain how you got here! It's the only way we can do what we were sent here to do.' Hermione told the boys, who were just in front of the couple.

'I really don't know. Hold on! I remember ... ' Ron said.

Flashback!

Harry and Ron were sitting in the common room, trying to get a potions essay done. It was hard seeing Hermione wasn't there to correct it all.

'I'm never gonna get this bloody essay done! Just think, Hermione is somewhere in the past, arguing with Malfoy and having fun with your dad!' Ron said, anger bubbling inside his chest. Harry looked at him and nodded. A bright white owl, who looked an awful lot like Hedwig flew in, and landed in front of Harry. It had a letter, which Harry took off and read. It had something written in a messy scrawl about detentions and defeating an evil wizard. Harry thought instantly of Voldemort, and how Neville was marked as his equal. In another second, a tawny owl came, This one for Ron. Ron opened it, and a time turner fell out. Harry and Ron grabbed it at the same time.

In a split second, they were in Hogwarts, two young boys, one who looked oddly like Harry walked up to them.

'Hey, Padfoot, this is the second time two strange people fell from the sky.' The Harry look-a-like said.

'You know, Prongs, maybe they're from the future too!' The one called Padfoot said. It clicked instantly to Harry who it was.

'Dad.' Harry whispered. Ron gave him a look of pure confusion.

'Ron, we're in the past. This is my dad, and Sirius.' Ron looked at Sirius, to James, to Harry, and back to Sirius.

'Bloody hell!' Ron said. Harry and Ron started striking friendly chat, and walked to the Headmaster's office, a sneak named Shane Skiver listening intently to everything that has been said.

End of flashback!

Hermione looked at Ron. 'Did you say, you saw Shane Skiver?' He frowned at her reaction to his story.

'Yes. That big-nosed one.' Ron replied. Hermione gasped.

'I gotta go!' Hermione ran to the library.

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'Harry! Ron! Draco! Come here!' Hermione walked into the common room to see the three looking disappointed.

'What is it Hermit?' Draco cooed. Ron made a gagging noise.

'We're the wrong people! Voldemort was supposed to send Neville back in time! You know, the prophecy says 'The one who survived the killing curse will be marked as the Dark Lord's equal' or something! He meant to send Neville back in time, and with him out of the way, he can be active ... Voldemort made a mistake!' Hermione said. The boys just looked at her with blank expressions.

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Shane Skiver was pacing the Room of Reqirement, a deep frown wrinkling his forehead.

'Voldemort made a mistake. That's impossible. Who's this Neville?!' He said to himself. He was pacing so much, he was starting to get a bit lightheaded.

'I wish this Neville person would be here.' Shane demanded. And, like magic (Ironically, this is a magic school, so it technically was magic, but this author wanted to use that simile, seeing that a good story always has a simile, even if it is the logical answer to everything. GO SIMILES!), Neville was there, sitting on the Room of Reqirement's floor, with a piece of pie on his shirt. (Time travel makes you waste pie on your shirt, if you're eating pie. It's not a proven fact, but seeing this author is only writing a FANfiction, not a FACTfiction, you should cut her some slack, and review her extra special reviews)

'Where am I? Who are you? Where's Seamus? HELP!' Neville yelled. Now, more of the future is being changed, because, a curious Seamus Finnegan's friend, Neville Longbottom just disappeared in thin air, in the boys dormitarys.

'So, you're Voldemort's equal? You're the one who has to kill him?' Shane glared. Neville just stared back, and they had a silent staring contest.

'Umm ... Yes?' Neville was utterly confused. He got up and ran out of the Room of Reqirement, but he was too slow, for a sneaky Shane Skiver ...

'Avada Kedavra!'

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'Knock, Knock.' Hermione said ... or cooed to Draco.

'Who's there?' Draco asked, his perfect eyebrow raised.

'Idwalka'

'Idwalka who?

'Idwalka million miles to earn one of your kisses.' Hermione kissed Draco. (The author thinks this is the perfect ending to a chapter, so she's gonna leave it at that!)