Outside the hospital wing, Hermione paced nervously. "Would you sit down? You're making me nervous!" Ron said.

"Honestly Ron! This is quite serious. If what I think has happened - that poor girl." Hermione sighed.

"She had a time turner. So what? Dumbledore will just give her another, she turn it in the opposite direction and go back to wherever she came from." Ron said matter-of-factly.

"No, Ron. She can't. Time turners don't go to the future; they can only bring you to the past." Hermione sat down.

"So she's stuck here?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"Yes." Hermione said.

"Bloody Hell!" said Ron. "What do you suppose Dumbledore is going to do with her?"


"Am I supposed to tell you what happens in the future, sir?" Lucretia asked Dumbledore.

"On the contrary, Miss Chansey. I'm afraid we're going to have to wipe your knowledge of the future regarding Mr. Potter, amongst other things." Dumbledore paused. "You'll be able to keep knowledge of your family of course and what you've learned here. Please, humor me though. I'd like to hear what you know about Mr. Potter. Start at the beginning and I'll stop you before you go too far."

Lucretia summarized her knowledge of Harry as she had read a few books about him. She knew about the death of his parents and that he grew up with muggle relatives. Lucretia rattled off the tale of Harry's brush with death in the Chamber of Secrets and his participation in the Tri-Wizard Tournament.

"Then finally, I guess it would have been a few months ago, the Ministry finally accepted that Voldemort had indeed returned. I heard that Mr. Potter and his friends, Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weas – uh – Miss Granger rather, had quite a bit to do with that. Did I say too much there?"

"No." Dumbledore laughed. "I think that's about right. I'm going to have Madame Pomfrey attend to that ankle now. I have to go have a talk with Messrs. Potter, Weasley and Miss Granger. Though I think you'll do better to just refer to them as Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"When I return Lucretia, we'll take care of your memory. I promise we'll do our best with you." Dumbledore walked out of the hospital wing, his purple robes billowing behind him.


"If I may have a word with the three of you." said Dumbledore as he approached Harry Ron and Hermione. "This is a serious situation. Miss Chansey has come to us from the future. You need to know that we are about to wipe out a good deal of her memories."

Harry interrupted before Dumbledore could continue. "Sir, are you saying that she's – well – she knows how this all turns out? She knows what's to become of this war and you're just going to erase all that? She could help us! She can keep anyone else from getting hurt! She -" Harry seemed nervous with rage.

"No, Harry she cannot. Lucretia is not here to alter the course of events. Nor, could she.", replied Dumbledore.

"Hasn't she already changed things by coming back here?" Ron asked.

"I was the one who sent her.", said Dumbledore.

The three of them looked at Dumbledore shocked. "I will be able to explain this later – I'd much rather have Lucretia with us. Run off to dinner and return when you're finished. Lucretia will be thankful to have someone around to talk to – It may take her some time to adjust to all this." Dumbledore then turned around and entered the hospital wing again, leaving Harry, Ron and Hermione with far more questions than they had before.

"These things can get complicated, Lucretia. You may forget a few things we've intended you to remember and it's likely that some memories will remain behind that shouldn't." He proceeded to remove a large stone basin from a cabinet. "This is a pensive Lucretia. Are you familiar with them?"

"Yes, sir. Though I've never used one before."

"I'd like you to put some memories in here, things that you don't want to forget. Anything you think is important.", said Dumbledore.

Lucretia paused for a moment. She knew what she needed to put in the pensive. She drew her wand to her brow and stirred the now removed strands of thought into the basin. "That's actually some thing that I'd rather forget. But, remembering it – I think it makes me stronger. It might be something that you should see Professor, I know it can never be prevented, but..."

"Whatever it is, it is for you alone Lucretia.", said Dumbledore reassuringly. "I do think you've made a wise choice with something that you'd rather forget. If you think you're ready, we can begin."

"I am sir. As ready as one can be I guess. I'd still like to know what made me so special though. You surely could have chosen someone else, maybe someone who actually participated in the dueling club?" Lucretia laughed a little.

"I had my reasons Miss Chansey. I will explain in due time." Dumbledore said. "Shall we?"

Lucretia nodded.

"All right then. This can make you feel a little faint, so just try your best to relax." Dumbledore pointed his wand at Lucretia. "Obliviate!"

A thousand memories, or so it seemed, flashed before Lucretia's eyes. She had no time to register any of what she saw as it was gone the second she saw it. He vision went blurry and she leaned back against the pillows trying to will the nausea away.

"We're all done." Dumbledore said. "Are you feeling alright?"

"I suppose. A little sick though." Lucretia said weakly.

"I expected as much! Please excuse me, Albus." Madame Pomfrey rushed over with a steaming cup of potion. "You'll drink that all down. It'll take care of the dizziness."

Lucretia reluctantly accepted the potion, but found that Madame Pomfrey was right. The nausea went away and the room was coming into focus again.

"I'll leave you to yourself Lucretia. Harry, Ron and Hermione should be up to see you after dinner. The five of us will talk then. Oh before I forget-" he handed Lucretia her wand "You'll want to remove your memory from the pensive." She was returning the strands of thought to her head when Hagrid entered the Hospital Wing.

"Dumbledore, Sir. This – I don' know how. Jus' appeared in the entrance hall." Hagrid placed a trunk on the floor.

"That's mine!" Lucretia shouted. "How?"

"I have my ways, Miss Chansey. I certainly wouldn't be so cruel as to remove you from all your possessions. I'll return in an hour or so." Dumbledore nodded to Lucretia and left the wing with Hagrid following along.

Lucretia rummaged through her trunk and found a nightgown and a hand knit sweater she had made last year. She changed her clothes and returned to the bed nervously twiddling her thumbs as she waited for Dumbledore to return. He was not the first to walk into the wing however. Harry, Ron and Hermione quietly entered and pulled chairs up to the side of Lucretia's bed. There was a general awkwardness about the four of them.

"So, it's Lucretia, isn't it.?", asked Hermione.

"Yeah.", she smiled. "You know, if someone had told me this morning that I would be sitting in the hospital wing with Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger by the end of the day – well, I'd have thought that you'd been hitting the firewhiskey too early."

Hermione, Harry and Ron laughed lightly.

"So, you know about us? asked Harry.

"I used to know more..." Lucretia directed her gaze back to the bed.

"Where – er – when do you come from?" Ron asked.

"Well, in 2010 I was a sixth year, and its 1996 now, right? Somewhere in Birmingham there's a two year old me....my poor parents, what are they going to do?"

"Couldn't Dumbledore send them an owl? I expect they'd want to know if their daughter had been sent back in time." Hermione added.

"They're muggles." Lucretia said. "They had a hard enough time believing the acceptance letter – there's no way they'd believe anything like this. Not at this time anyway. Besides – I can't see how they could be told anyhow, I can't change the future."

"No you can't." Dumbledore had appeared. He conjured another chair and made himself comfortable before continuing. "Now, I know today has been difficult for you Lucretia, but there are some things that need to be said. I've made mistakes in my past and this is not a time to repeat them." Dumbledore glanced meaningfully at Harry. "Are you familiar with the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic, Lucretia?"

"Well, I have heard of it. I don't know what they do – I'm not sure that anyone does.", said Lucretia.

"Many subjects are studied there. There is one room however that houses records of prophecies made -"

Harry cut Dumbledore off immediately. "Professor, I'd rather -"

"Please allow me to finish Harry.", said Dumbledore. "A few weeks ago I was in a meeting with our Divination professors, Trelawney and Firenze. Professor Trelawney made a prediction and I believe you, Lucretia - to be whom it refers to."