Hi guys, so I'm doing much better than I expected at this updating every week thing which is an epic win.

I don't know if you guys are liking this or if it's moving too slow for you or whatever but hopefully everything will start speeding up from here.

I have tried to research properly the timeline and who would be professors and students at the time Bellatrix was at Hogwarts. So most of the characters that crop up will be from the books, hopefully you will be able to pick them out and they will be familiar to you.

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Two girls were innocently trying to relax in their darkened dorm room when abruptly their peace was interrupted by a loud thud and distinctly human groan filling the gloom. Both girls leapt out of bed simultaneously and a clattering sound could be heard as one of the girls fumbled around on her bedside table desperately trying to find purchase on her wand.

"L…Lumos" the girl stuttered as her fingers finally closed around the carved wood. An eerie blue light illuminated the room and revealed a pale and shaking Hermione sprawled out on her front on the floor.

"Oh my God. Who is that?" The second girl said, stepping back from Hermione's prone form in shock and pressing a hand to her chest covering her racing heart.

The first girl knelt down next to the unmoving form allowing her glowing wand to expose the features of Hermione's face. "I have no idea; I've never seen her before. She's wearing Gryffindor robes though."

The second girl cautiously moved closer and peered down at Hermione too. "Amelia, she's bleeding. Is she dead?"

Even in the dim light the exasperated look on Amelia's face was obvious. "Of course she isn't dead. You can see she is breathing Marlene."

"What happened to her?" Marlene asked, looking at her friend with a terrified yet curious expression.

"How am I supposed to know what happened to her?" Amelia threw back as she reached out to press two fingers to Hermione's neck where she felt the girl's pulse thump lazily.

"Do you think she tried to apparate and it went wrong?" Marlene asked.

"You can't apparate in or out of Hogwarts. You know that." Amelia said, shaking her head at her friend. "And that doesn't explain why we don't know who she is. She looks our age; we would have met her before now."

"What if she wakes up and attacks us?" Marlene gasped and jumped away from Hermione again. "What if she's evil? What are we going to do with her?"

Amelia stood up slowly and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I don't think she's in any fit state to attack anyone right now. She's clearly hurt badly. I'm going to get Professor Mcgonagall."

"No!" Marlene shrieked, grabbing hold of Amelia's arm in a death grip. "Don't leave me here with her."

"Fine" Amelia snapped at her friend. "You go and get Mcgonagall and I'll stay here with her."

Marlene scampered towards the door quickly; as her fingers closed around the doorknob she turned back around to face Amelia. "Do you want me to help you tie her up before I leave?"

"No! Just go Marlene." Amelia shrieked at her friend.

Once Amelia was sure Marlene was actually on her way to get Professor Mcgonagall and not about to burst back through the door to ask some inane question, she made her way back over to Hermione. Amelia knelt back down and moved her wand closer to the mystery girl intending to thoroughly check her over for injuries. She didn't seem to have hit her head; there were no bumps or bruises that could be seen. Her nose had been bleeding but that seemed to have stopped now. Her limbs all seemed to be in place and looked fine and her breathing was deep and even. Apart from the almost dried blood under her nose and the light sheen of sweat on her brow Hermione looked like she was simply sleeping. Amelia reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair out of Hermione's face so that she could get a better look at the girl who had appeared out of thin air. The action seemed to rouse the unconscious girl somewhat and she groaned and began to move a little. Amelia quickly pulled her hand away and leant back on her heels to give the girl some space.

Hermione's eyes fluttered open and she looked around groggily. Her eyes scanned what she could see of the room from her position on the floor, she recognised it but couldn't for the life of her place where she was. She continued moving her eyes until they fell upon a pair of knees. Hermione allowed her eyes to run up the frame of the girl in front of her, when they reached her face she tried to rifle through her confused mind to put a name to the person knelt next to her. But again she couldn't seem to place the girl.

"Who…Who are you?" Hermione croaked out. It seemed to be taking a lot of effort to speak and her voice was much huskier than the last time she used it.

The kneeling girl chuckled lightly. "I could ask you the same thing. You're the one that just appeared in my dorm room in the middle of the night."

"Dorm room" Hermione echoed, not quite able to process what the girl was saying to her. As she focussed on her surroundings again the almost ghostly image of a large ginger cat padding through this very room filled her mind. But she had no idea what that meant or where the image had come from, thinking about it made her head pound.

"Yes." Amelia said uncertainly now. The bushy haired girl was obviously in a much worse state than she first expected. "Well, my name is Amelia Bones and this is my dorm room in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My dorm mate, Marlene McKinnon, and I were just trying to get to sleep when you suddenly appeared in our room. Do you have any idea what happened?"

Hermione rolled over slightly and laid her palm across her sweaty forehead, her skin felt hot under her hand and she felt nauseous. "No. I have no idea how I got here."

Susan could hear the panic beginning to lace the other girl's voice. "That's ok. We can figure that out later. For now why don't we get you up off the floor?" She reached out and grabbed hold of the bushy haired witch's arm and half dragged the girl off the floor and on to the nearest bed.

"Thank you." Hermione said with a smile. She did feel slightly better now that she was off the floor; some of her faculties seemed to be returning to her. "Did you say your name was Bones?"

Amelia smiled, relieved that the girl seemed to be acting more normal now. "Yes. Amelia Bones."

"I know a Bones." Hermione said with a distant voice. "Susan."

"Susan?" Amelia asked in a shocked tone. "My middle name is Susan. How do you….how could you know that?"

Hermione's opportunity to answer was cut off by the dorm room door slamming open. A dark haired Professor Mcgonagall, wearing a bottle green tartan dressing gown, swept into the room closely followed by a flushed looking Marlene McKinnon.

"What's happened Miss Bones? Miss McKinnon tells me that a strange girl apparated into your room." Mcgonagall demanded. Her eyes swept over the dishevelled Hermione but she focussed her attention on Amelia.

"Well, we don't know that she apparated Professor." Amelia said somewhat nervously. "She just sort of… appeared out of nowhere. We heard a thud and she was there."

Professor Mcgonagall walked over to where Hermione sat perched on the edge of Amelia's bed, the lanterns on the walls began burning brighter to light the room sufficiently enough for the older woman to see. The girl had her head in her hands now, the nauseous feeling having returned when she whipped her head around at the sound of the door banging. The older witch delicately slipped two fingers under the girl's chin and lifted her head to get a better look at her. She studied the girls face; taking in the grey pallor and clammy sheen of her skin and making note of the dried blood around the girls nose and left ear.

"You're wearing Gryffindor robes." Mcgonagall stated pensively, speaking more to herself than to the mystery girl.

"Yeah, we noticed that. Didn't we Amelia?" Marlene cut in excitedly.

Amelia expertly ignored her friend. "I've asked her a few questions Professor, but I haven't got much out of her. She doesn't seem to know what happened to her or how she got here."

"Thank you Miss Bones." Mcgonagall said as she reached out and touched the familiar time turner that rested against Hermione's chest. "I think I may have an idea what happened."

Marlene gasped as she recognised the object the Professor was examining. "Is that a time turner?"

Much like Amelia had, Mcgonagall ignored the girl's question. "What is your name my dear?" The older woman asked, finally addressing the bushy haired witch directly.

Hermione lifted her head and locked eyes with her future mentor, she wasn't feeling well at all and just needed a second to compose herself before replying. As she was about to open her mouth to answer Mcgonagall's question she saw a look of panic erupt in the older woman's green eyes. Then Hermione saw the woman lurch forward; at the same time she realised that her body was falling forward and she was entirely powerless to stop it. This was the final realisation Hermione had before the world went black.

Hermione's eyes fluttered open for a second but she quickly snapped them shut again as the brightness of the room she was in made her irises ache. She groaned as she became aware of her body again; her limbs felt heavy, her ribs felt like they had been squeezed to the point of breaking, her throat was dry and her head was pounding. Slowly she tried opening her eyes for a second time, the room was still too bright but this time she blinked the achy feeling away. Hermione scanned the room she was currently lying in; she was unmistakably in Hogwarts infirmary. But she could not come up with a justification for why she was there. The last thing she remembered was being huddled up on her dorm room floor with Crookshanks. Everything after that was a bit of a blur. Had Ginny come back earlier than expected and hit her in the head with the door? She reached up to feel for any obvious bump but found nothing but smooth scalp. Had she fainted? No, that didn't make sense; people are only unconscious for seconds when they faint. Had she been attacked? That didn't ring true either, Hogwarts was one of the safest places on earth again since the war. Hermione's inner monologue was disturbed by a clipped voice.

"Oh, you're awake." Madam Pomfrey stated in a matter of fact tone. "I only gave you a mild sleeping draught but you have been out for almost two days."

Hermione winced as she adjusted her position on her pillows. "What happened to me?"

"All I can tell you, my dear, is that when you came to me you were unconscious due to severe exhaustion and dehydration. It was as if you had been left out in the Sahara for a week. " The matron replied somewhat cryptically, she produced a wand from her sleeve and began a series of complicated flicks. "Professor Mcgonagall will be very interested to know you're awake."

Hermione frowned at the fact that the older woman had pointedly not answered her question. She had asked what happened to her not what was wrong with her. The matron, for her part, was making it abundantly clear that she was not about to engage with Hermione anymore about it as she busied herself with the charts at the end of the bed. It bothered her that the woman was acting strangely but not as much as her dry throat bothered her right now. "Madam Pomfrey, could I have some water please?"

The older woman's head snapped up and she looked at Hermione with a confused expression. "Of…of course dear. " She stuttered before heading to the kitchen area at the back of the infirmary, she looked worriedly back over her shoulder before she left the room.

Hermione laid her head back on her pillows and stared straight up at the ceiling. She tried to think about what had happened to her but when she did it made her head hurt in a way that was worrying. Before it could bother her too much her thoughts were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. She whipped her head around to look at the source of the noise and quickly regretted it as her head began to swim.

"It's good to see you awake." Professor Mcgonagall said with the ghost of a smile. "I have to say you had us very worried."

"I have no idea what happened Professor." Hermione said equal parts worried and relieved. Worried that she had still not figured out how she ended up in the infirmary and relieved that Mcgonagall was here to finally clear things up.

"Before we go into that, could you tell me your name?" Mcgonagall asked lightly.

Hermione looked at the witch standing in front of her, a woman she had known since she was eleven years old who was now asking her for her name as if they were strangers. Hermione took a moment to really study Professor Mcgonagall and as she did she realised the darker tone to the woman's hair, the fewer lines and wrinkles adorning her face and the trimmer curve to her physique. The woman who stood in front of her was clearly a much younger version of the person she considered her mentor and dear friend. The bushy haired witch allowed her eyes to close as she focused with all of her might on what had happened to her. Again the image of a large ginger cat randomly filled her mind but this time he was not innocently padding around a dorm room, he was lay on his back playing with a golden trinket; a time turner more specifically. And just like that she remembered. She remembered the pain as time dragged her body reluctantly into the past. She remembered the fear she had felt as she hurtled towards an unknown era. She remembered the sickening jolt as her world had realigned. And she remembered the sound of the thud her body had made as it hit the floor.

"Professor, what year is this?" Hermione asked her voice raising a few octaves as panic gripped her. She didn't remember telling her body to do it but she was suddenly trying desperately to free herself from the crisp white sheet so she could clamber out of the infirmary bed.

Professor Mcgonagall put a calming hand on the young girl's shoulder, pushing her back against the pillows gently. "As I have said, my dear, that is not important right now. I would like to know your name."

"Hermione Granger." The bushy haired witch finally revealed.

"It is a pleasure to officially meet you Miss Granger." Mcgonagall said with a light smile, extending her hand to shake Hermione's. "Although, I have an inkling that this is not the first time you are meeting me."

Hermione shook her head gently. "No Professor, we have met a great many times in my reality."

"You were in Gryffindor robes when you were found." The older woman stated with a sense of pride in her voice. "Are you a student here in your time?"

"Yes" Hermione admitted. "I'm in my seventh year."

"A very important year." The Professor acknowledged with a curt nod. "Now would you mind explaining something to me? How did you come to have my time turner?"

Hermione sighed and squeezed her eyes shut. She really did not want to admit to the actions that had led to Professor Mcgonagall lending her the time turner. "I…I needed a new perspective on…an incident that occurred." The younger girl stumbled over her words. "You allowed me to use your time turner in order to see the events with new eyes."

"A very vague account of what I'm sure is an interesting tale Miss Granger." Mcgonagall looked pensive for a second as she observed Hermione with appraising eyes. "And I must say, that seems like a frivolous use for such a powerful object. There are strict rules governing the manipulation of time."

"I'm aware Professor." Hermione cut in before the older witch could launch into one of her infamous lectures. "But the world that I came from is very different to this one. The lines between right and wrong have become a little blurred I'm afraid."

"That may be so." Professor Mcgonagall said in a clipped tone. Using her teacher's voice, a voice she had long since lost when speaking to Hermione. "But I cannot imagine what would have to happen to convince me to entrust my own time turner to a student."

Hermione smiled lightly, thinking of the warmth and protection that emanated from the Minerva Mcgonagall of her time. "We have been through such a lot together, my Minerva and I. She is very much more than just my professor and I would like to think that I am more than just a student to her."

Professor Mcgonagall's heart fluttered unexpectedly at the girl's use of the term 'my Minerva'. The affection and respect that this girl held for her future self was palpable in the way that she spoke about her. The older woman did not know why but she was sure, deep down to her very core, that this affection was reciprocated. She could feel a strange ghost of it as she looked at the bushy haired girl in the hospital bed, she seemed older than her years, hardened by the world somehow and yet not defeated. "I must trust you a great deal Miss Granger."

"A trust I can assure you I have earned Professor." Hermione said confidently. "A trust I will earn again if you will allow me to."

"My trust is hard won." Mcgonagall returned with a hard voice but the trace of a smirk graced her lips. "I will not make you win it twice."

Hermione could not help the smile that cracked her face as she caught a glimpse of the Minerva she knew within this younger version. "I remember what happened to me."

"Do tell Miss Granger. Albus is the fan of mysteries, I deal in pragmatism." Professor Mcgonagall stated as she perched delicately on the edge of the hospital bed.

"I'm embarrassed to say that I was careless with your time turner Professor." Hermione admitted in a quiet voice. "I left it in reach of my cat Crookshank and while I was distracted he started playing with it." She looked up at the older witch who simply nodded for her to continue her story. "I took it from him and thought the safest thing to do would be to wear it until I could return it to you. I was so stupid; I didn't think for a second that he could have activated it. I didn't think it was even possible for the time turner to send me back this far. I don't even know how far back I have travelled but I know it is much farther than is allowed. I have used a time turner many times in my life but never have I been as scared as I was this time. I thought I was going to be torn apart. I've heard the horror stories of those who abuse time travel."

"Take a breath Miss Granger." Professor Mcgonagall said calmly as she gave the younger girl's arm a comforting rub. "We will try everything within our power to try and return you to your correct time. But I must warn you, it may not be possible at all."

"I read a lot Professor. I know there has never been a case of a person being successfully sent forward in time." Hermione looked down into her lap and squeezed her eyes shut to stop herself from crying. She knew there was a very strong possibility that she would never be able to get back to her own time. That she would never be able to see her friends and the people that she loved again. That she would never be able to sit and laugh with Harry and Ron again. That she would never be able to settle into the comforting warmth and chaos of the Burrow again. That she would never hear one of Luna's insane tales about made up creatures again. That she would never feel a reassuring hug from Ginny again. She thought back on all of the things that she may never get to experience again and she realised how much she had taken them for granted. Assuming that they would always be there for her to call upon when she needed it. But now that she sat there, knowing in her heart of hearts, that all of those things were lost to her now she felt incredibly lonely. A loneliness she had only ever felt once before, as she had walked away from her childhood home leaving behind two people who no longer knew she existed. She had orphaned herself all over again.

Professor Mcgonagall reached out and gently tipped the bushy haired witch's head up so that she was looking at her again. "My dear, there was a time when there had never been a case of someone being sent backwards in time. There has to be a first, why can it not be you?"

Hermione nodded and swallowed thickly, she wasn't sure how much Mcgonagall's words pacified her. She knew how risky experimental magic could be. She could end up in a worse position than she was now if something went wrong. On top of that she would change the future beyond all possible imagining if she were the one to prove that travelling forward in time was possible. There would be no telling the consequences this could have on the time line. "Professor, please tell me what year it is." She said desperately.

"It is 1969." Mcgonagall said carefully. She watched the younger witch intently, noticing how the girl grew pale at this answer. "What year did you leave behind?"

"1998" Hermione whispered sadly.

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