It's Dejavu All Over Again

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN NOTHING!!!! Except the plot!!!

Summary: Hermione's 20 years old and she's running away from her past. Everything seemed to go wrong in her 7th year. What if she had a chance to change her past...to be with that one 'someone' that's been haunting her thoughts...what would she do? Change?

A/N: I'm sorry. :sniff: I didn't know my story was so confusing. :sniff:

(This is the plot—in it I'm going to explain what "has" happened so far in the story)

Plot: Hermione Granger is a paleontologist who is in charge of some dig sited in the Great Smoky Mountains. In a few years of digging she has found many magical artifacts which each have unknown mysteries to and about them. She then donated those items to the Ministry of Magic for research and public viewing in museums.

            Now at the age of 20, she is being recognized for her "findings." The night that the Ministry of Magic has scheduled the opening of "the viewing of her objects" she finds out that she is without a dress and she needs one that night. . .Hermione calls Ginny in a panic because she need her help. In the end they both end up in Diagon Alley, searching for ice cream and a shop called Midnight Rose. There they encounter Draco Malfoy. This encounter makes Hermione angry and very bothered. (Bla, bla, bla, bla.)

            At Midnight Rose, Ginny and Hermione meet a nice lady who calls herself, "Mama." They get their dresses, makeup, shoes, etc., etc.. Ginny walks out the door first—and ends up back in Diagon Alley. . .Hermione, well, she's stopped before walking out the door by Mama who gives her a necklace that Mama had found in the Great Smoky Mountains long ago. (hint, hint) She says thank you, walks out the door and finds herself in the dinning hall at eh Ministry of Magic. (Mama's weird, I know, let me tell you now to un-confuse people: Mama transported Hermione to the "opening night." Well now that's it's said, let's continue, shall we?)

A/N: I'm done. I leave too many details out don't I? ARGGG!!!!!!!! Here's another hint: Time turner anyone? (This is going to be important very SOON.)

ADD: Ok, I really don't know what I have been smoking when I was writing all these A/Ns, so sorry. They suck I know. Just deal with it please. . .and erg, there I go again. . .I said I smoke, yuck. That stuff is for dumbutts.

Last time:

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            *Everything went black. . .as if nothing existed right then and there. . .like the present wasn't real, but "A" future. . .that hadn't happened yet. . .the past "WAS" the present. . .and the past well. . .it was ancient. *

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Chapter Five: Harsh Realities

            Hermione woke up to the sounds of someone walking into her room. She lifted her head and looked. It was—her mother.

            "M-mom? Is that you? I th-thought you were dead. . ."

            'This can't be happening. She was dead, I saw her die. . .'

            "Dead? Sweetie, you're just having a nightmare. Get up. You have to get ready to leave. Breakfast is on the table. I need to get to work. Your dad will take you to the train station." Her mother said and walked out of her room.

            'Dad's alive too. . .oh shit.' She thought and smacked her forehead with the heel of her hand; her memory was flooding back to her. . .last night, Midnight Rose, Draco Malfoy, ice cream; she remembered everything. . .and yet. . .and yet she didn't recall on how she got to her parents house with them actually. . .alive.

            *This is freaky. . .*

            Hermione got out of her bed and looked at herself in the mirror hanging on her wall. She expected to see her usual self reflected back. . .

            "AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Hermione screamed. 'A nightmare, or was it a dream? This couldn't be happening to her. She was in a 17 year old body, whatever happened to her perfect 20 year old body? Sill. . .at least she had a little more cleavage in her chest area than when she was in her "7th year at Hogwarts". . .well a lot more. . .no. . .she still had a women's chest area.'

            *Great. . .Just g-r-e-a-t.* She thought.

            Her dad came barging into her room, his T-shirt off and in his hand. "H-honey? What's wrong?" He huffed from his sprint from his room to hers. He started to put on his shirt when he stopped and gapped at her. . ."chest area."

            "Dad! Ew! Get out! Get out!" Hermione yelled watching her dad look at her weirdly. "I know, ok? Grow up, again! I'll be down in a minute."

            "Uh. . .okay honey." He said as he recovered from his shock. He didn't seem so comfortable about his "baby" having a chest so suddenly. "I'll, I'll just be going now. . .you need to hurry up. You don't want to miss the train."

            "Train?" Hermione asked confused.

            "You know, the train to Hogwarts? You're school. . ." Her dad replied walking out of her room.

            "Oh. . .yeah. I forgot, but didn't I graduate there years ago?"

            "Moine what are you talking about? You haven't graduated yet. You're still in school." Her dad laughed from down the hall. "You need to eat. Get dressed and pack your things."

            "Okay." Hermione said still reeling from everything that happened so far.

            'At least I still have my straight hair.' Hermione grumbled as she looked at herself one more time in the mirror. 'I need something to wear.'

            She walked into her closet and found that she didn't like anything in it. 'Gosh, I was such a dork! I guess it wouldn't hurt to use a little magic.'

            With a flick of her wand that she grabbed from her night stand and a couple of words she transformed her clothes into something more. . .reasonable and sexy.

            "Much, much better. Now I need to pack. . .I can't believe I'm doing this. . .again."

            *This is so weird.*

            Hermione grabbed her trunk and shoved some clothes in it. . .then she remembered that she didn't really need to pack—she could use magic!

            "Doh! I'm such an idiot sometimes." She laughed. "Crap. . .if I'm still going to Hogwarts. . .damn! No magic off grounds. . .I'm in big trouble now. . ." Hermione muttered to herself. "Oh well. Too bad, too late." She said happily. She shrunk her trunk to the size of a walnut after she was satisfied with what she had packed. Hermione slipped it into her pocket and patted it twice.

            Hermione was walking down the stairs when a thought struck her. She remembered that in her "7th" year, her parents had "told" her that she wasn't really a muggle born. . .but a. . .pureblood. she was digesting this when she walked into the dinning room in her house and found her dad behind the newspaper with a cup of coffee.

            'Might as well ask. . .' She concluded with herself after a lot of debating in her head.

            "Um. . .dad?" Hermione asked not sure where to begin.

            Her dad looked up, smiled, and put down the newspaper. "Yes honey?"

            "I was just wondering. . ." She couldn't continue, but she HAD to know. "I was just wondering if you and mom. . .well. . .you're not muggles aren't you?"

            "Whatever are you talking about? By the way where did you get that wonderful necklace?" He asked as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

            Hermione looked down and around her neck was that. . .necklace from. . .Midnight Rose.

            *What the. . .it wasn't there this morning. . .did he just change the subject?!*

            "Dad. . .you and mom aren't muggles." Hermione stated getting ready to prove her point.

            Her dad looked at her. . .pained. He sighed and didn't look at her but up at the ceiling. Finally he looked into her eyes. "No. We're not muggles. We were going to tell you in a letter at Christmas time, but looks like that won't be happening." He chuckled to himself. "I'm sorry we didn't tell you earlier, we thought if we didn't tell you that we. . .er. . .had the ability to do magic that we could stay hidden from Vodemort. In the end, it just hurt you more that it helped us. . ." He stopped talking lost in his own thoughts. A tear slid down his cheek and he wiped it away.

            "How come you were hiding from, um. . .Vodemort?" Hermione winced at the mention of his name even if he was long gone and dead.

            "Because of this. . ." Hermione's dad rolled up his sleeve on his shirt he was wearing and there on his arm was the. . .dark mark. "After I got it I. . .uh panicked. Your mum and I fled and found safety being muggles, others weren't so lucky."

            Hermione stood there shocked. . .she hadn't know about this "part." She just knew that her parents weren't muggles. This might have been part of the reason they had died in her "7th" year.

            'Great. Now what? This didn't happen the last time. I'm already changing my future. . .well whatever it's supposed to be.' She thought.

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            Hermione was eating her breakfast in silence, her dad had left the room earlier after he had finished his coffee. He didn't say a word to her in the process, which was fine with Hermione, who was lost in thought.

            'If I already have changed my present that I have already lived and I know the future. . .that means I know what to expect! I can then change it!!!! Wow. This is cool, but very confusing. I don't need to relive what happened in my "7th" year. . .I can steer clear of it, I think. I can even find out what really happened.' At this thought, Hermione finished the last bite of her breakfast and cleared her dishes.

            She met her dad outside who was sitting on the hood of his car. He gave her a wry smile and hopped off.

            "I guess we're off to the train station, aren't we sugar?" He said in a fake cheery voice trying to lighten the mood between them. It was as if he thought she was mad at him.

            "Yes, I guess so. . ." She sighed. Hermione remembered that he had said the same exact sentence supposedly at the beginning of her "7th" year.

            She seemed to be doomed to repeat her life again in her 7th year, and she knew she only had a sliver of a chance to change all of it.

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