Chapter two-Dumbledore's Office

Hermione stood in the same spot, mouth opening and closing, as if she had suddenly lost her voice.

"Are you okay? Hello?" James asked, waving a hand in front of her face. The boys stole worried glances at each other. "Hey Padfoot, maybe we should ask Remus what to do."

"Yeah, hang on, I'll go get him. REMUS!!!" Sirius boomed, and almost instantly, a boy with sandy brown hair and kind brown eyes showed up at Sirius's side.

"What in Merlin? Who is this girl?" he asked, looking at Hermione. Finally, she found her voice and spoke.

"Um, could you guys escort me to Professor Dumbledore's office please?" she choked out. Sirius was the first to volunteer for the task at hand.

"I'll show you there, milady." He took her hand and showed her out the portrait hole. On the way to Dumbledore's office, he tried to make small talk with the newcomer. "Are you new to the school? I've never seen you around here before. What year are you in?"

"I was a 6th year at, um, Durmstrang. I, um, I-," She was cut off by Sirius's sudden exclamation.

"We're here!" They were standing in front of the great gargoyle that stands outside of the entrance to the stairwell leading to Dumbledore's office. "Cockroach Cluster," he stated. The statue started to move out of the way, revealing a set winding stairs.

She laughed inwardly at the password. 'Leave it to Dumbledore to make his password after a candy!' "If it's alright with you, I'd rather speak to him alone. Thank you for showing me to his office."

Sirius looked rather put down at this, but replied, "Okay. I'll see you around, eh, what's your name again?"

"It's Hermione-," she clasped her hand over her mouth at what she said. Sirius gave her a skeptical look, so she had to think fast. She suddenly faked a yawn. "Oh, sorry. Yes, it's Hermione, um, Hermione Clarkson." She mentally slapped herself for taking so long to think of a name.

"Ah, well, see you around, Hermione!" He gave her one last smirk, winked, and then turned on his heel to walk off.

Hermione sighed, alone at last. She began to ascend up the stairs, contemplating what she was going to tell Dumbledore once she was in his office. 'Okay, I'll just tell him what really happened. My Time Turner broke, and I have no idea how to get back to my present time.' She at last entered his office. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, as always. He looked the same as he always had been, except that his beard was a tad shorter. Fawkes, his pet phoenix, was perched atop his usual spot, beside Dumbledore's desk.

"Hello professor. I'm here to, um, discuss something with you."

"What is it, my child?" He looked at her over his half-moon spectacles, his bright blue eyes sparkling with concern.

"IwasflyingonmybroomandIfelloffandmyTimeTurnerbrokeandnowI'mstuckinthepast," she stated hurriedly.

"So, let me get this straight, you broke your Time Turner, by accident of course, and it sent you back into the past?" Hermione nodded solemnly. "I see. Well, we'll figure something out. Let me get Minerva." He threw some Floo Powder into the fire and shouted "Minerva". Almost instantly, a figure appeared out of the fire. He told Professor McGonagall about Hermione's accident, and she nodded.

"What is your name, dear?" she stated simply.

"Hermione. Hermione Granger. I'm from the year 2003."

"Well, Miss Granger, have you told anybody what happened?"

"No I haven't professor. Aside from Dumbeldore, no. I told one boy my name, but that was it."

"What did you tell him it was, Miss Granger?" she asked.

"Hermione Clarkson."

"Okay then, that will be your name. You will be sorted into a house, and go to school like you've been doing until we figure out how to get you back to your present time." She explained. "Tell other students that you are a student from Durmstrang who moved here to Hogwarts because your parents thought that Hogwarts would be better than Durmstrang." She slightly grinned at that last statement.

"Okay professor. When am I to be sorted?"

"We shall do it tonight, during dinner. For now, you may stay in the Gryffindor common room. Good day, Miss Clarkson." Dumbledore smiled.

Hermione nodded. She then made her way back to the Gryffindor common room, where a hilarious scene greeted her. There was a boy hanging in midair, upside down, his robes fallen over his face to reveal graying underpants and long lanky legs.

"You greasy git, apologize to Lily for calling her that!" James shouted, with his wand pointed to the hovering Slytherin.

"James, LET HIM DOWN!" shouted Harry's future mother. She had a slim figure, with fiery red hair that extended to her lower back. Her startlingly green eyes flashed with anger.

James seemed to ignore her. "APOLOGIZE, YOU PRAT!"

"No, I will NOT apologize to the filthy mudblood!" Hermione cringed at the last word he spoke. James turned an unhealthy shade of red, due to his suppressed anger.

"Bad choice of words, Snivellus! I ought to wash your mouth out with soap!" With that, James muttered a spell that filled Snape's mouth with pink soap suds.

"Good one, James!" A chubby boy, whom she recognized as Peter Pettigrew. She guessed he was the tagalong of the four.

"Maybe we should wash his hair too, Prongs. It's a tad greasy," Sirius laughed. He also muttered a spell that formed a bucket of soapy water, which was poured over his head, while two scrub brushed were also conjured and magically scrubbed his head of jet-black hair. "Okay, time to rinse!" A rain cloud was formed over his head, which rinsed his hair of the shampoo.

"Need a towel, Snivellus? Don't worry, I have one on me!" James conjured a towel, which was snapped on Snape's rear end, and made a painful- sounding crack. Snape winced with pain, when Professor McGonagall walked in.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Black, DETENTION! Let the boy down, and follow me!" she shouted sternly. Hermione couldn't help but laugh when Sirius winked at her then gave her a goofy grin as he followed McGonagall out of the portrait hole.

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