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"So, are you done hiding in corners?" a soft voice asked. Hermione looked quickly to the door. It was Albus Dumbledore and to her eyes there wasn't the least bit of difference in his face, but there was in his blue eyes. The normally crystal-clear color seemed even clearer now.
"I cannot explain my actions, only that they are not like me," Hermione mumbled.
"Indeed and what are you like? Obviously you are like the many girls who like Sirius Black, but..." Albus was cut off by Hermione's short chuckle.
"Please, tell me what humors you so I may join you in your laughter," Albus said, curiously.
"Indeed, you have confirmed what Harry and Ron have insisted for quite a long time," Hermione said, softly.
"Who are Harry and Ron and what have they so insisted.
"They are my very best friends and have insisted that Sirius Black was a lady's man back in his day, but he does not seem like that now, or then or when I am from," Hermione tried to explain.
"When? You are not from our time, then?" Albus questioned.
"Yes, I am from your time, Professor, but not this time. Could you tell me the year?" Hermione asked, pushing the blankets off of her. She hated the hospital wing and would happily be out as quickly as possible.
"It is 1986," Albus stated, still confused.
"I am from eighteen years in the future, professor, a very dark future," Hermione said. "Or a future that is becoming dark."
"You have been sent here to help us?" Albus asked.
"If you believe in fate, then yes, but in my opinion I was never meant to be here and I'm supposed to get back to my time," Hermione sighed.
"So, you have come here by accident?" Albus questioned.
"More out of stupidity. I meddled with something in the Black House that I should never have touched. Sirius, of my time, attempted to save, well more stop me, but it had already been done," Hermione mumbled, resting her head in her hands and rubbing her eyes, lightly.
"That is why you latched on to him when you saw him. He was the only friendly face you saw," Albus said.
"I beg of you not to bring that up again. I do not know why I did that, but I assure you that can't be the reason. I know you and Professor McGonagall as well," Hermione sighed.
"What happened before I fainted anyways? It feels like a truck has rammed into me," Hermione mumbled.
"Ah, that is something that only you can tell me," Albus said. "You are tired and should get your rest."
"No, I have too much to do. Until I know a way to get back I have to prepare you to change what happens to... the Potters in the future. If I am to be here, I might try to change what should not have happened, and hope that it does not affect the future, terribly," Hermione stood.
"James Potter?" Sirius' voice reached Hermione's ears, coming from the doorframe.
"Yes, James Potter is a main person to suffer if I do not do something. You suffer more, though, in your own right," Hermione said.
"Did they tell you of a plan when you were in the Black House?" Sirius asked. He obviously hadn't heard the part of her being from the future.
"That could be said. It was in the Black House that I come to know completely of your friend's fate," Hermione said. "It is no matter to you, Sirius Black, for you can do nothing but know that you are James' truest friend and no one else can take your place."
Sirius stared at her for a moment, calculatingly. He thought he heard hinting in her voice, but it was gone as quickly as it had come and she was brushing past him.
"Oh and Hermione, you must be sorted, for you will be attending Hogwarts this year, in seventh year correct, as Head Girl?"
"How did you know that? How do you know my name, anyways?" Hermione turned quickly to stare at him, open-mouthed from the corridor.
"Ah, your mind is very open, my dear. You should take Occlumency this year as one of your electives," Albus smiled, mischievously. "Also, you were holding something in your pocket a moment ago. I assumed it was a pin of some sort... a Head Girl pin, correct?"
"I was going to give the position to a young Ravenclaw Girl, but you seem to hold boundless courage to deal with what you have in these past days and you make me confident that you shall be a good Head Girl," Albus said, walking past Sirius then she, whistling a chirpy tune.
"Does that man ever lose good spirits?" Hermione said, sounding miffed, as she stared after the headmaster.
"It doesn't seem like he does. How do you have a Head Girl pin if he hadn't yet chosen the Head Girl?" Sirius asked. "And how do I not know you?" he questioned.
Hermione shrugged, turning and walking straight towards where she hoped Minerva's office was still located. She made it there incredibly quickly, hoping Sirius would not be suspicious at her fast speeds. She knocked on the door, quickly
"Ah, young mystery girl," Minerva smiled at her, as she opened the door.
"Hermione Granger," Hermione said, holding out her hand.
"Minerva McGonagall, Minerva, if you please," Minerva said, calmly.
"It will be Professor McGonagall, for the headmaster has decided that I will be attending. I needed to ask you a favor," Hermione said.
"Yes?" Minerva frowned.
"Professor Dumbledore would not tell me what happened before I fainted. All I remember was being behind the wall where Sirius had left me and that there was a lot of shouting," Hermione stated.
"Oh, goodness. I could not tell you how you did what you did dear, but in you... You did not seem to be out of your unstable state, but you were stumbling towards us and we all turned to look at you. You-know-who said that you wouldn't be able to defy him and you replied declaring your everlasting loyalty to Albus, before shouting a spell with more power than I have ever seen," Minerva still seemed stunned thinking about it. "It knocked Voldemort out, Hermione," she whispered.
"What?" Hermione's eyes widened like saucers and she felt lightheaded. "How did I...?" she trailed off. "There must be some mistake. I... I couldn't have done that. It must have just been something that..." Hermione couldn't find an explanation. For the first time in her life, Hermione was completely lost for even a small theory. Hermione was completely and utterly speechless.
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