Title: Star Light, Star Bright

Short Summary:
Hermione Granger has to use the Time Turner again for her sixth year. One night she is attacked by Malfoy and the Time Turner breaks, throwing her back into the time of the Marauders.

Pairings:
Hermione/Remus, James/Lily, Sirius/and many other girls.

Warning: Story contains implied and/or scenes of major language, attempted rape, angst, adult scenes, serious violence and probably more…

Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters.

Star Light, Star Bright

~Chapter Two~

~September 1976~

It was in the evening, yet while the other hundreds of Hogwards students were still eating dinner in the Great Hall when the four teen boys decided to plant Dungbombs near the Astronomy Tower just for that nag, Argus Filch. They had been plotting this very prank since the night before and all day. They wanted to get back at him for already pestering them about what their pranks and being warned by him that if he caught any of their mischief, he would get them. So that was why they decided to teach him a lesson for messing with them.

They were all about the same age, yet a few several months apart. While two of them had black hair and the other two had light brown hair, they were all very different from one another. Yet all of them wore the same type of clothes; the white shirts and dark gray school pants with the red and gold ties around their necks.

The first of the teens, possibly the second oldest of the group had jet black hair, incredibly untidy and always hanging in light waves around his face and some of his bangs hung over the black rimmed glasses sitting on the end of his nose. His eyes were hazel, yet bright with a prankster's delight. He was probably the tallest out of the four young boys, thin and somewhat gangly but he was handsome. He was known as James Henry Potter.

The second black haired teen was slightly shorter than James and his hair certainly was a little longer than James'. He kept blowing his long bangs out of his sapphire blue eyes, which sparkled the brightest with the trickster's look. He was exceptionally good looking and probably the best looking out of the four. And he certainly paid more attention to his looks than the others. This was Sirius Black.

The oldest of the four was the most sickly looking one but he was as good looking as Sirius. His hair was sandy brown already mixed in with a few flecks of gray though. But his eyes were a clear sky blue color, almost the same color of the sky just before dusk. There was a light golden glow to them though, like the moon already starting to peer over the mountain tops. His name was Remus Lupin.

The last was the shortest and stubbiest, and he was certainly not the best looking boy of their age. He had a mousy look about him and his hair was even mousy brown, as was his dark beady eyes. Unlike the other boys, he did resemble a rat a little and that was why most people made fun of him. He especially had a knack of eating a lot. But he really couldn't help it. He liked food. Who didn't? To add to his mousy look, he even had a little bit of a pointed nose and his face was rather round like a mouse who had just stuffed his cheeks. But there was a look of innocence in his eyes, something that many took for granted. He was the youngest out of all of them, and his name was Peter Pettigrew.

The four friends were trying to stifle their laughs as they rigged the Dungbombs to the stairs, which would only go off when Filch passed by. They knew they had to be quiet about the whole thing for if they got caught, it would only more detention.

"Boy, oh, boy! This is going to be so great!" Sirius Black snickered as he tied off the strings to the Dungbombs and then looked at James. "I can't wait to see the look on Filch's face when these goes off. Can't you, Prongs?"

James Potter smirked and shook his head as could only glance over between Sirius and Remus. "Oh, yeah, Padfoot. I can't wait till his eyes cross and he gets that sour look on his face when he smells these. It's going to be hilarious. What do you think, Mooney?"

"Well, we can get into serious trouble for it. But it should be amusing." Remus said, though he was still smiling before he looked at Peter Pettigrew. "Don't you think, Wormtail?"

"Yes!" Peter said, laughing quietly but he kept glancing around nervously. He was the most nervous out of the bunch.

Sirius looked over at the two, smirking at them as he once again blew his long bangs out of his eyes before shaking his head. He, sometimes, hated how too cautious Remus could be or how Peter was so nervous about everything. But with a shrug, he just finished tying off the Dungbombs. "We'll only get into trouble if we get caught, Mooney. But don't worry. How's it looking on the map, Prongs?"

"Nothing yet. Filch is still cleaning up that mess that we made to distract him in the History of Magic class room. But.....!" James suddenly cut himself off when something on the map began to flicker. He saw a new dot and a name starting to flicker on the map but it kept flickering so much that he couldn't see it clearly. He frowned, his eyes narrowing in confusion. "What the.....? What is that......?" He murmured sounding confused.

CRASH!!

There was a loud thump coming from the Astronomy Tower stairs and a cry of pain. Nonetheless, it freaked the four boys out, causing them to let out yelps of alarm. All four jumped up and started running away from the stairs. They hadn't expected to hear anything for a while. Sirius even shouted for them to run for it and they certainly did. Of course, it didn't help when Peter started screaming as he raced right after James and Sirius.

Remus, on the other hand, bolted after them, yet he accidently kicked his own feet. In results, he tripped himself and went crashing to the floor. He grunted painfully and tried to replace some lost air in his lungs when he heard a thump right behind him. He quickly spun around and looked at what it was, expecting to see a teacher looming over him, glaring at him for being out making trouble but he froze to see that someone was lying on the cold floor at the foot of the Astronomy stairs.

From what he could see, it was a girl sprawled out on the floor. He frowned before slowly pushing himself to his feet. He moved only a little closer to her before turning his head when he heard his friends calling for him. "Hang on a tick, guys! It's just a girl!" He called back to them. Then he slowly approached the girl, seeing that she wasn't moving. He could only frowned as he moved right up to her side. "Hello? Are....are you all right?" He asked quietly. And when she didn't respond, he bent down beside her and gently rolled her over. He froze for a moment when his eyes fell onto her face. He was surprised to see how pretty she was. His breath definitely caught in his throat. But then his eyes lowered when he noticed something, and they widened when he saw that her shirt had been ripped open and there were bruises all over her flesh. He could smell salt on her and it didn't take him very long to realize that they were tears. He could also smell blood. "Oh....." He whirled around and looked wide eyed up at his three other friends as they slowly made their way back to them. "James! Go get Professor Dumbledore! She's been attacked!" He yelled at him.

James, Sirius and Peter froze with alarm by what he said but also by looking at the girl. They could see that she was pretty banged up, probably by falling down the stairs or something else. But either way, James was grabbing Peter's arm and pulling him after him. "Sirius! Help Remus! We'll go get some help!" He told them before they were off.

Sirius just rushed over Remus' side, looking the girl over with worry and even glancing at Remus who quickly began checking the girl's for her injuries. Remus ran his fingers along her arms and legs, checking for broken bones and found that her shoulder was dislocated and her right wrist was broken. But other wise, he seemed that she had only a few bruised ribs. He also found that the back of her head was cracked a little and bleeding, probably just from the fall. He paused for a second when he saw Sirius going up the Astronomy stairs with his wand out. He figured that his frend was only going to see who was up there and who might have attacked this girl.

It was confusing though, Remus realized. Just by looking at her clothes, he saw that she was a Gryffindor student. But he didn't recognize her at all. He could tell she was maybe his age, maybe slightly younger. Still, even through all of the bruises and a few cuts, she was really pretty. He couldn't stop himself from brushing back some of her hair to get a better look at her face and admire it for a second until Sirius came back. Tearing his gaze away from her, Remus looked up at Sirius while he pulled his robes off and covered her up.

"There's no one up there." Sirius revealed, sounding confused as he lowered himself to his knee and looked down at the girl. He made a face when he saw a little blood on Remus' hands from touching the lump on the back of his face. "Good god almighty, Remus. Who the hell did this to her?" He asked, looking at his friend.

Remus just shook his head as he looked at the girl with concern. "I don't know. She's hurt pretty bad. She has some bruised ribs, maybe at least one cracked. Her wrist is broken and her shoulder is dislocated. But I can't do anything without causing her a lot of pain. Even if she unconscious." He told Sirius. He looked squarely into his eyes. "Whoever attacked her though, I don't think they did anything to her but they sure tried. There's no other way her shirt could have been torn open just by falling down the stairs.

Suddenly, they heard footsteps rushing towards them and both young teen boys' heads jerked up to see James and Peter returning with the Headmaster and several teachers. They weren't too surprised when the teachers suddenly stopped seeing the girl. Professor McGonagall gasped sharply and covered her mouth when she saw the state the girl was in before looking sharply at the boys. "What did you....?!" She was asking angrily.

"We didn't do it! She fell down the stairs, honestly!" Sirius immediately jumped to it, knowing they were being accused.

Dumbledore, however, moved forward and bent down beside Remus, looking the girl over. He careful examined her and even lift up Remus' robes a little to see what the rest of her looked like. He made a face seeing her torn shirt before he looked at Remus as he covered her up again. "James mentioned that you only came across her like this. Is that true?" He asked, frowning.

Remus frowned as he glanced at James, who looked pretty worried but he knew it was best to tell the truth. It was hard to hide things from Dumbledore as it was. So with a quiet sigh, he looked up at Dumbledore. "Yes. Sort of. We were actually here, setting a few Dungbombs on the stairs and she came crashing down them." He admitted and his three friends nodded, not caring anymore that they might get into trouble for They were just worried about the girl. This was not the time for their little games right now.

"And none of you did this to this girl, am I correct?" Dumbledore said sternly.

The four boys were quick to shaking their heads and looking wide eyed at him. They knew that they were being accused at least a little. "No, sir! We would never do this to any girl!" Sirius quickly spoke and the other three nodded.

Breathing a low sigh, Dumbledore only nodded as he turned his ancient eyes onto the other teachers then back at the girl while taking out his wand. "We must get her to the Infirmary as soon as possible and let Poppy tend to her wounds and to examine her for any more. As for you four boys," He looked back at James, Sirius, Remus and Peter, giving them a soft look. "I think it's best if you return to the Gryffindor House immediately. No more mischeviousness for tonight." He told them.

"Yes, sir." All four friends said quietly before they turned to leave.

However, Remus hesitated, his eyes on the girl. He felt pretty worried about her and hoped that she would be okay. He knew that he was going to end up worried about her until he saw her again walking around. He watched her for a moment before looking at Dumbledore, who was watching him with a light smile on his face. The Headmaster seemed to know that he was concerned about her. "She will be fine, Remus. Go get some sleep." He reassured the young Sixth year. Remus only nodded before hurrying after Sirius, James and Peter.

After they were gone, Dumbledore looked down at the girl, with concern, along with the rest of the teachers. McGonagall moved closer to him, looking extremely concerned for the girl. "Albus, who is she? Where did she come from? I don't remember seeing her before."

"Nor I, Minerva. Her identity is a mystery to even myself." Dumbledore admitted, before glancing around at everyone else. "When she wakes, we will have to ask her about herself. And to see who attacked her."

McGonagall chewed her knuckle nervously for a moment before looking terrified at Dumbledore. She was wondering if anything even worst might have happened to this mysterious girl. "Albus, you don't think.....you don't think that she was....." She asked, cutting herself with a lot of worry on her sentence.

Sighing softly, Dumbledore waved his wand and conjured up a stretcher for the girl, then used his wand to lift her up onto it. He gently set her down, being very careful of her wounds. He had been thinking the very same thing as McGonagall and he feared that the girl might have been raped as they suspected. But he wasn't entirely sure until Madam Pomfrey examined her. He really hoped that this poor girl hadn't been sexually assaulted. That was a very serious crime and it wouldn't help Hogwarts at all if that kind of thing got out. "I surely hope not, Minerva. But we shall let Poppy find out. Let's go now." He told her before pausing when he noticed something. Brushing back Remus' cloak back a little, he fingered a thin gold chain around the girl's neck, pulling out from under her shirt and examined it. His eyebrows rose a little when he saw bent and broken metal and bits of glass. He could only wonder what this might have been but he had his suspicions and it made him worry even more.

When she finally began drift in out of her subconscioness, Hermione felt incredibly sore. Her entire body was aching as if she had been run over by a truck several times, and her head was pounding. She was trying to open her eyes but found the task very difficult. She stopped for a second when she felt a cool wet rag being dabbed against her forehead, as if she had a fever. It sure made her headache feel somewhat better but not much. She let out a low groan before she finally was allowed to open her eyes a crack. She had to close them again because of a bright light above her but after waiting for a few moments, she reopened her eyes, only to find her vision a little blurry.

"Ah, I see you're waking up now. Good." came the familiar voice of Madam Pomfrey. "You had me pretty worried, young lady."

Hermione blinked several times to try and clear her vision before she looked to see Madam Pomfrey standing beside her bed with the wet rag in her hand. There was something different about her though, she realized. The Hogwarts nurse looked different. She looked somewhat younger than she remembered. Shaking her head, Hermione closed her eyes before lifting a sore hand and touched her aching head. "How.....how did I get here? How long.....?" She tried asking but stopped for a moment to think.

Madam Pomfrey just shook her head before she scurried across the room to the medicine cabinent to get something. She seemed to have found it because she was hurrying back over to the young sixteen year old girl's bedside. "You've been here all night, young lady. You're pretty lucky that you were found by those four boys, Potter, Black, Lupin and Pettigrew, otherwise you might have caught your death in that dreadful cold west tower. That Lupin boy sure knew how to dress your wounds though. He's such a smart boy, though I can't see why he's spending his time getting into trouble with Potter and Black. It's bad enough that they're influencing him to doing such pranks as they were trying to pull off." She shrugged before tsking. "And that poor Pettigrew boy. He's such a foolish boy galanting off with them but what business is it mine. Come now, let's see to that arm of yours." She told her.

Hermione listened to her with her eyes closed but found herself missing a few words because of her pounding headache. She just wished that it would stop......Her eyes snapped open and she looked at the ceiling with alarm. 'Did she just say.....?' She was thinking before looking up at Madam Pomfrey with wide eyes. "What?! What did you say?" She nearly gasped as she propped herself up with her elbow, even though it hurt.

"Now, you lay yourself back down, young lady." Madam Pomfrey said strictly before pushing Hermione back to lay down.

"What did you say, though?" Hermione asked, sounding rushed as she did as she was told.

Giving her a stern look, Madam Pomfrey shook her head as she placed a hand onto her waist. She was obviously not amused by her patient's stubbornness. But with a sigh, she tilted her head to the side. "I said, that if you weren't found, you would have caught your death. It gets so drafty near the Astronomy Tower. Especially at this time of the year. It's going to be winter soon, you know......"

"No, no. Not that. Who found me?" Hermioned asked worried.

Sighing with a little aggravation, Madam Pomfrey shook her head again. "I said James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew found you. Of course, as I understand it, they were already there, setting up Dungbombs for Argus Filch. Not that I can't entirely blame them for it. He does have a nasty attitude towards the students." She went on.

But Hermione's mind pretty much shut out the rest of the Hogwarts nurse's words. Her mind completely went blank with panic. She couldn't believe that those words actually came right out of the nurse's mouth. She let the names roll over her mind over and over again until she felt dizzy. "No way." She murmured, causing Madam Pomfrey to faulter. She just shook her head before ignored her pain by sitting up, much to the protests of Madam Pomfrey. Hermione ignored her as she frantically searched for the golden chain around her neck. "No, no, no, no, no, no. Oh no! Where is it?!" She murmured. "This can't be happening!"

"If you're looking for your necklace, missie, I took it off of you. It's on the bedside table." Madam Pomfrey told her, eyeing with unease now. She was pretty sure that this young girl had lost her mind.

Hermione spun around on her rear and looked down at the table beside her bed, seeing the golden chain. She stared at it with wide eyes when she noticed that the Time Turner had broken. The glass was shattered and there was nothing but the golden rings, which too were bent and broken. And seeing how damaged it was, Hermione let out a choke of shock and fear. She couldn't believe it! "No! Oh, no, no, no! This is so not happening!" She gasped before the darkness swallowed her up and she fell back onto the bed, hitting the top of her head against the head board. But she was out cold even before then.

Again, Hermione woke up feeling sore, wishing and hoping that what she just saw was all a bad dream. She had really hoped that she had only dreamt of her Time Turner breaking and that she hadn't been thrown back into nearly twenty years of the past. She knew it had to be a dream. It had to be. There was no way she could have traveled back in time. She really, really wished and hoped that it was just all a nightmare that she could wake up from to see Harry and Ron standing beside her bed, holding her hands and waiting for her to wake up.

But as she opened her eyes again, listening to familiar voices of Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, she felt at least some relief to hear them. She tried to sit up again but there was a firm hand on her shoulder, keeping her down. She looked up to see a blurry vision of Professor Dumbledore, which caused her to blink several times before seeing him clearly. "Professor Dumb......" She was saying quickly before she stopped to see how young he looked. "Oh, god." She whispered.

Smiling at least a little, Professor Dumbledore shook his head. "I'm afraid I'm not Professor Dumb, young lady. I am Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. I'm afraid I don't know who Professor Dumb is though." he said a little teasing.

Hermione, however, didn't share his joking nature. She just looked wide eyed at him before looking to see a younger version of Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey. She couldn't believe her eyes. Her nightmare had not been a dream after all. It was true. She had broken the Time Turner and gone to the past. "Oh. My. God. Oh, god! Oh, God! This is so not happening! This is SO not happening!" She kept repeating as she sat up and placed her hands over her face. "I must be dreaming! Please, please let me be dreaming! Wake up, Hermione! Wake up!" She begged.

The four adults looked at each other, frowning before turning their eyes onto the girl with worry. They weren't sure what she was so upset about but it was best to find out. Dumbledore shook his head as he folded his hands together. "I'm afraid you are awake, my dear. Now, is there something wrong with what you're seeing?" He asked carefully.

Hermione lowered her hands again and looked wide eyed up at him but she took deep breaths trying to calm herself. She knew she had to be very careful of what she was about to say. But what could she say besides the truth. Just maybe Professor Dumbledore could sort this entire thing out. "Professor, how....how did I get here? What happened?" She asked, swallowing hard.

"That's what we'd like to know, my child." McGonagall said with concern. "Four of our students found you last night near the Astronomy Tower and according to our suspicions, you fell down the stairs. But that does not explain why your clothes were torn. My dear.....have you been sexually assaulted? What is your name?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes in thought, trying to think of what to say. She remembered that Draco Malfoy had tried to rape her but didn't even come too close to it. She remembered kneeing him in between the legs and then trying to escape from him before slipping and falling down the stairs. She remembered it all up until the point she hit the bottom stair of the tower stairs. She even remembered feeling the sudden whoosh of air and then yelping in pain before everything went back. But she also remembered hearing four pairs of voices yelling out in alarm after she tumbled out of Time. Swallowing hard to clear her dry throat, she looked at Dumbledore. "Can....can I have some water, please?" She asked, squeaking a little. Dumbledore nodded and Madam Pomfrey hurried to get a glass for her. Once she had it, Hermione gulped down half of the water before looking at Professor Dumbledore again. She had to get the idea of how far she had gone back in time. "Professor, what....what year is it?" She asked, carefully.

All of the adults frowned with some alarm before narrowing their eyes with some suspicion at this girl. But after a moment of thinking, Dumblefore tilted his head downward carefully. "It is September 5, 1976, my dear." He told her carefully.

Hermione's eyes snapped wide open and her face went very pale. She couldn't believe what was just revealed to her. She just couldn't believe it. She had fell back nearly twenty years into the past, before the war against Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Gasping sharply, she covered her mouth and her eyes stung with tears as she shook her head violently. "No, no, no, no, no!" She cried out before covering her face with both hands.

Dumbledore and the rest of his staff frowned at one another with great concern in their eyes for this girl. They didn't understand why she was getting so upset but the Headmaster was starting to get the idea. His face lit up with realization as it slowly dawned on him about why she was so upset. He reached over and placed a gentle hand onto her shoulder, shaking her lightly. "You are not from this time, are you?" He asked quietly, recieving startled looks from his colleagues.

Uncovering her face, Hermione looked tearfully up into his eyes and shook her head, letting her curly hair bounce against her cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Professor. I....I....uh...." She took a deep breath and lowered her head to look down at her lap, curling her hands together into a fight ball. "My name Hermione Granger, sir. I.....I...I was born in the year 1980, four years from now. I came from the year of 1996, sir." She explained, looking up at McGonagall and Promfrey who gasped and slapped a hand over their mouths like she had done before. "I....I'm a sixth year Gryffindor Student, here at Hogwarts in 1996. But I was attacked last night....um, I get attacked by a Slytherin named Draco Malfoy. I got him into trouble and he tried to pay me back by trying....tr-trying to...." Her voice broke a little with great strain and she had tears running down her face but she shook her head. "I escaped before he could and I fell down the Astronomy stairs. I had a Time Turner because I was taking a lot of classes that year and it must have broke." She said painfully.

Dumbledore, McGonagall, Promfrey and Filch looked either horrified or sympathetic for Hermione but they understood what she was saying. They were alarmed that she was from the future and knew that was a problem. There was a law about someone going back into time like this and knowing that she was now telling all of them this, this might change a lot of things. It could cause a time paradox just by her presense. They could only hope that it wouldn't happen.

"My dear child," Dumbledore began carefully, keeping his hand onto her shoulder. "I must ask you something very important. How far did this....Draco Malfoy go into attacking you? Did he succeed in assaulting you?" He asked very carefully.

Hermione choked back a sob but shook her head as she looked into his warm blue eyes with her watery brown ones. "I fought back, Professor. I kneed him in...." She cut herself off shaking her head and tried to smile timidly at him. "I got away before he could." She told him.

Dumbledore only nodded with a gentle smile and even took the liberty of lightly patting her frizzy head, giving her a relieved look. "I am glad then." He then lowered his hand into his other hand, folding the fingers together. "Now, I don't know how you came so far into the past and I must say that this is a serious matter. This can destroy everything in your time, or change something very serious in your time." He then gave her a gentle look. "Now, we will try and get you back to your own time, but it may take time. So you will have to remain in the infirmary for one more night and then you can join some of our students of this time." He told her.

Hermione, still looking pretty uneasy, just nodded before glancing around at the other teachers. "What will happen after that, Professor?" She asked, very worried.

The Headmaster just took in a deep breath and looked thoughtfully away from her. He knew he had to think this completely through. No mistakes could be made. And certainly, they couldn't tell anyone about this at all. "You will have to pretend to be a transfer student from another school until we can get you back to your time. No one must know of this." He looked around the room very serious at even his colleagues. Each and every one of them nodded. "This can alter the future and cause a chaos that none of us can even dream of. A Time Paradox, if you will call it. So we must be very careful. Is there any students in this time that you might know in the future?"

For a moment, Hermione thought before nodding. She knew of a few that might. "Yes, Perfessor. Would you like to know who?" She recieved a nod from the Headmaster so she took a deep breah. "All you will know me. You are still the Headmaster in 1996. Um....I will meet Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. Um, I believe I will know Severus Snape and I will have met Lucius Malfoy." She shuddered at the name, thinking of Draco Malfoy. Of course, all of the teachers and the Headmaster couldn't blame her. They gave her a look of sympathy as they watched her struggle. Even while she was trying to think, her head started to hurt, causing her to pull a pained look before she shook her head as she looked up into their eyes. "I can't think of anyone else right now. My head still hurts." She told them, trying to force a smile.

Dumbledore, however, just returned the smile with an understanding look in his eyes. He wasn't going to press her for this. He knew that her head had taken some pretty bad hits after falling down the Astronomy Tower stairs. So he would let it go for now. "Very well, Miss Granger. In the mean time, since there are some students who will know about you in the future, you will have to go by another name while here in this time." He explained quietly. "You will be known as Hermione Dumbledore, seeing that it will be hard for you not to respond to any other name other than your own. You are my brother, Aberforth's grand-daughter and you have transferred to Hogwarts from Durmstrang for this one year. What year are you, my dear?"

"I'm a Sixth year in Gryffindor, Professor. I was a Prefect in my time, but I'm pretty sure that you have a chosen Prefect already." Hermione told him, forcing a smile.

Dumbledore smiled with the other teachers and nodded. "Yes. That we do. In fact, it is our own Remus Lupin and a young lady named Lily Evans." He didn't really respond to the fact that Hermione's breath caught to hear that name. There was some recognition in her eyes but if she actually knew that person, she would tell him. So instead, he went on. "Very good. You will be Sixth Year transfer student from Durmstrang, sorted into the Gryffindor House." He glanced over to the school nurse. "Poppy, will she be able to leave in the morning?" He asked, gently.

Madam Pomfrey was still staring at Hermione in awe for what she heard but tore her attention away immediately when the Headmaster spoke to her. Hesitating for a few moments to think, she dipped her head into a nod as she folded her hands together. "Yes, Professor. I've mended all of her bones. She will have only bruises, but I suppose I can give her a special ointment for them to take care of them." She explained.

"Very good." Dumbledore said smiling before looking over at a still astonished McGonagall. "Minerva, you did take points off 100 points from the boys last night, didn't you?" He recieved a nod as an answer and he returned it with his own. "Ah. Well since, they did save my niece's life, I only think it would be best to return those points to them." He said, smiling rather slyly.

Torn somewhat by amusement and annoyance, McGonagall fought back a smile and shook her head as if the very thought was rather a crackpot. But with a minor dip of her head, she agreed. "Very good, Albus. I shall return their points and reward them each fifty points for saving Miss Hermione Dumbledore's life." She told him as she glanced at the new arrival, who was smiling at her.

Dumbledore merely nodded as he folded his hands together in front of him, letting them rest at his middle. "It is utter most important that no one knows of your true identity, Miss 'Dumbledore'. No one must know your true name, where you are really from and most important, you must not become too attached to any of the students of this time. You may interact with them, but try to not to become too close with them." He explained to her. He received a nod from Hermione, who understood completely. "Well then. In the mean time, get some rest, my dear child. You will need all the strength you can for your new school year here, in this time. As for myself, I will begin searching for a way to return you to your own time." He told her.

Hermione nodded again as she carefully lowered herself back onto the bed, giving him a grateful look. "Thank you, Professor Dumbledore....I mean, Uncle Albus." She said, almost with humor. Dumbledore only nodded with a gentle smile before he turned and walked out with McGonagall hurrying after him. They were speaking in low voices but Hermione wasn't listening to whatever was being said. She just drifted off back to sleep, dreaming of being back with Harry and Ron, and then having her pleasant dreams drift off into a nightmare of unwanted hands grabbing at her.