Welcome back! Probably should have stated all of this in the first chapter but I didn't.. It slipped my mind.

Hermione is going to be a bit OC in this story because as much as I love her, she's not as much as a hoe as I want her to be.

So basically since she was so strict at herself in her previous years, we're going to see her let loose a bit more, as her education isn't as important as before. She already knows everything there is to know, even if she thinks she doesn't. I also just want her to fool around a bit before we get to Remus's romance.

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"What the bloody- Sirius, get the Professor!"

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"-strange clothing. Must be from a different-"

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"-quite pretty. Wonder if-"

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"Be quiet you bloody git! You'll wake-"

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Hermione kept her eyes closed. She felt strange. There was quite a pounding in her head, and her body was sore. That was normal after helping Harry though. She must've fallen asleep at his house, because she could feel his soft hair between her fingers. That was normal, for her to stay.

Help him clean himself up the next day.

She let out a soft groan as she stretched her body out, it popping in many places, and there was a soft pull at her stomach where her cut was. It felt scabbed already...that was fast.

Hermione rolled over and curled herself around Harry's head, her fingers gliding through his hair.

"Harry we need to get up soon… I have to go to work at some point." She hummed.

"It seems she's taken a liking to James."

"Who's Harry?"

Hermione shot up in the bed, her hand reaching for her wand...that wasn't there. Her eyes went wide as pain registered up her body. She'd ripped her scabs open. She couldn't care about that now. Not with..

She recognized the room. The Hogwarts medical wing. But who were the boys? They seemed familiar.

Glancing next to her, she stared into her best friend's face..that was missing a certain scar, and certain colored eyes.

Hermione swallowed. This had to be some weird dream. Probably magic depletion induced.

There was no way in hell she was… Well she didn't want to say it. But glancing around into the eyes of the boys around her, she knew exactly where she was.

Judging by their looks, they were about fifth or sixth year. She hadn't done much research on them, or when certain events happened. Now, she wished she had asked more questions of Sirius and Remus when she'd had the chance.

Although if this was a dream, none of that mattered, did it?

"Ah, I see you're awake, my dear." The familiar, yet slightly younger, face of Albus Dumbledore came around the corner, and into the medical wing.

"Yes, sir." Hermione answered. Her throat was rather dry, and the response came out quite scratchy.

"Where did you come from?"

"How'd you get that scratch?"

"Why're you wearing weird clothes?"

"Boys, please. I know you feel...obligated to figure out everything about our visitor as you happened upon her, but she has only just woke. Won't you run to the kitchens and tell the house elfs to whip something up? I'm sure our friend here is famished. Also, fetch Madam Pomfrey for

me as well."

"Yes sir!" The boys chorused in their own respective ways.

Hermione bit her lip. It was strange. She hadn't had a dream that wasn't a nightmare in very long.

And the fact that Dumbledore was in it startled her.

"Alright, Miss Granger. Tell me what happened."

Hermione gave him a very strange look. How did he know her name? This was a dream. There's

no way Dumbledore would know-

"I received a letter this morning informing me of your arrival. There were no indications of what happened, or what we should do. It just stated that your name was Hermione Granger and that I should help you."

Hermione snorted. Okay, seriously? What kind of bollocks was her mind coming up with? A letter? To the past? Is that even possible?

No, Hermione reasoned with herself. It isn't possible. That's why this is a dream.

But something was telling her it wasn't a dream. She felt awake.

"Well, Professor, I'm not sure. I was helping my friend Harry and I think I tired myself out. I don't know how I got here." She said honestly.

Dumbledore stroked his beard, his eyes slightly twinkling.

"Magic depletion can be very unpredictable, Miss Granger. Tell me, where are you from?"

At this moment, Poppy came into the room. Hermione politely waited for her to have a quiet chat with Dumbledore, check her vitals, and bring her some water. Hermione was very thankful for that water. She guzzled it down, her throat feeling much better.

Hermione cleared her throat, and sat up in her bed.

"Sir, it seems to me that this is a dream." Hermione said honestly, avoiding his question.

"Well, my dear, I feel very much awake." Dumbledore grinned.

"No, Sir, I meant my dream."

"Well I also feel very much alive." Dumbledore winked at her.

Hermione paled. That was a terrible joke to make, and he didn't even know it.

"Sir, this may come as a shock, but I am from the year 2001." Hermione said bluntly, her bottom lip worrying between her teeth.

"Well from your clothing options I could tell you weren't from this time. However, 2001? That's a bit further than I assumed. We're in 1976, dear." Dumbledore confirmed Hermione's suspicions. Sixth year. Why sixth year?

Could she change things? Could she keep Peter from betraying James and Lily? Could she just all around keep the war from happening?

The horcruxes. If this wasn't a dream, Hermione was going to do all she could to destroy them all.

She wasn't sure how many had even been made yet. But she needed to keep the war from happening. She had too. For Harry.

"Sir, how can you prove to me that this isn't a dream?" She asked, folding her hands in her lap. She almost hoped it wasn't. She knew it was reckless to try to change the past, but it was worth it. The horrible things everyone went through..

Suddenly, Hermione felt a soft shock run through her body. It didn't hurt it was just...shocking.

"It seems you're still here." Dumbledore grinned, that twinkle back in his eyes.

"It seems so. Sir, I'm going to need your help. But I can't tell you here. Its too…" She trailed off, and looked around.

He understood.

The boys came running back in just as a platter of food appeared on her lap. Her mouth began to water. She missed Hogwarts food.

"Stentsie." Dumbledore called.

"Yes sir?" The house elf came in with a pop.

"Would you mind taking the food up to my office? We need to discuss a few things."

Stentsie gave a nod, and with another pop, the elf and her food disappeared.

"Sir, can we join you? We'd like to know why she just kind of...appeared in front of us." Remus asked. Hermione pressed her lips together.

"I'm sorry. We have important things to discuss. Maybe she'll tell you later, after she has enrolled here."

Hermione felt her jaw drop. Another opportunity to go to school here? She could just die from happiness. The only thing she was afraid of is her Horcrux hunting getting in the way of her studies. She would explain that to Dumbledore. Maybe he would know what to do.

Dumbledore dismissed the boys, much to their dismay, and they hunkered off. Hermione was given some basic black robes to pull on, before she followed Dumbledore to his office.

The walk was quiet, except for him giving the password to his office, which was a soft "Lemon Drops." Some things never change.

Once in his office, Hermione began shoving food down her throat as politely as she could. She felt like she hadn't eaten in ages. In between bites, she told him what she felt was needed to tell. The war, Voldemort, Harry, even the Marauders. She told him what she needed to do, and he seemed very interested in what she had to say.

Once she was done talking, and eating, he gave her a plan in his soft voice. She was to attend school here as a sixth year, much like the boys. He would help her find horcruxes. And he felt that it would be best if she wasn't to tell anyone the information she knew until later..way later If she could. He also told her he would give her any days off of she felt like she had a lead. They wouldn't count against her and she wouldn't have to make up any work. The Professors would just have to deal with it.

Hermione was slightly upset she would have a smaller workload than her previous years, but it would make things easier. Not only that she felt like she needed to take advantage of being in school again. Do things she never did. The thrill of even thinking of the things she wanted to do were beginning to well up inside her.

This would be a fun time.