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"Where is that girl?" Sirius asked, grabbing a sandwich as he sat at the only table in the great hall, which was laid out for five people: Alberto, Minerva, Albus, Sirius and Hermione if she ever decided to show up.

"Miss Alaira Hermione Howard has yet to grace us with her presence all day. She is in the library and hasn't left since ten o'clock last night," Albus replied. "She likes to use her middle name."

"Hermione? That's an odd name," Sirius said, taking a large bite of a sandwich. It seemed like he was saying he didn't care very much, as he said no more.

"Indeed, and to fit a very odd girl. She has the ambition of a Slytherin and knowledge a Ravenclaw would dream of, yet she tells us she's a Gryffendor," Minerva said.

"Really?" Sirius became suddenly interested.

"It is quite odd, but maybe she has changed since she was last sorted," Albus shrugged.

"But I don't know her. She couldn't have been sorted before," Sirius said.

"There are many times that a had can be placed upon a head, Mr. Black. It only takes a few moments," Albus replied, evenly.

"I think that she'll become a Ravenclaw, personally. It is not only my opinion, but also my hope for her. If she ends up in Slytherin, we can't protect her from her housemates," Alberto stated.

"Did you ever figure out why she was in my family's house?" Sirius asked.

"Sirius, there are many things about young Hermione that only she herself can explain," Albus said, placing a hand on Sirius' shoulder. He was about to say something else, when he heard his name shouted.

He looked up to the doors and they were thrown open. "It was here, a prophecy," Hermione said, out of breath, running up to the table. She slammed a book down on the table in front of him.

"In Latin and it explained everything," Hermione exclaimed.

"You speak Latin?" Sirius frowned at her.

"A little; after all our language is based off of it, it's only right I should know some of it," Hermione shrugged.

"This is amazing," Albus said, staring at the page.

"What does it say?" Sirius demanded.

"Later, Sirius. Right now we have to go speak in private. Miss Granger, come along," Albus said, nodding to the door in the back of the room. They went to it. A table sat in the middle of it. He dropped the book upon the table and looked to Hermione, who closed the door behind her.

"Went into the restricted section, did you?" Albus smiled, his eyes glittering over his half-moon spectacles as he looked at her.

"It was for the best cause and look at that. You see it plain as day. I'm not supposed to go back to my time. I'm supposed to be here, but I am meant to go back upon the twenty-fourth fortnight from now. It was a large hourglass that brought me here. Instead of twelve hours, it has the power to change twelve fortnights," Hermione said.

"You're supposed to help us, our order," Albus looked down at the page.

"The Order of the Phoenix," Hermione confirmed.

"Of the Phoenix... I wouldn't have thought of that or would I?" Albus asked.

"Oh, you hadn't named it yet... sorry," Hermione said.

"If I was going to name it that in the future, there's no use wasting my time," Albus chuckled.

"As you see, dear, even the little things can change the future. That may have well given us a step ahead," Albus said. "You must be careful of what you do and say. You are Alaira Hermione Howard. You must train yourself to answer to you first name even though you shall go by Hermione. You are only seventeen so you will need a guardian..." Albus trailed off. "I shall take you under my guardianship in exchange for your assistance. Does that seem fair?" Albus asked.

"Very much so, sir," Hermione nodded, after thinking about if for a moment.

"Now, back to the position you are in at this school. You are the new head girl and..."

"Actually sir, wouldn't it be best for me to keep a low profile at this school as it isn't my time... and I've angered Voldemort enough, in my opinion. Becoming Gryffendor Head Girl would most likely only further incur his wrath," Hermione cut him off.

"You seem to have so much power in you, child, and your wit is sharp. You, of course would have thought of this. Your first good thing to do was change your name, but I believe that if you are to be here for a full year, it is only fair that you should be able to live it as if you would in your own time. Your coming was prophesized. It should be known who you are. If I thought you were a good choice for head girl in the future I will stand by that decision," Albus stated, firmly.

"Yes sir," Hermione nodded.

"Good, now..." Albus was once again cut off.

"What year is Sirius Black in?" she asked.

"Seventh," Albus stated.

"Then why isn't Lily Pot-Evans head girl? Wouldn't she be...?" It was Hermione's turn to be cut off.

"She was going to be my first choice, but she said she would rather like to concentrate on her studies. She is retaining her prefect title, but Head Girl would have overwhelmed her, as she said," Albus explained.

"I see," Hermione nodded.

"Now, do you play quiditch, dear?" Albus asked.

"Huh, me on a broom. Gods, I'm terrified of flying," Hermione winced.

"All right, well, we should have you sorted then, shan't we?" Albus said. He snapped his fingers, and the sorting hat appeared on the table, over the book that had since been forgotten.

Albus lifted it up and placed it on her head, ignoring her protest of, "I've been sorted before. I'm a Gryffendor." The hat, however, did not yell out Gryffendor as it touched her head.

"Ah, the future I see. What a mind," the hat murmured. "Ravenclaw would be proud of you," the hat said. "Ah and courage to suggest Gryffendor. You think so, do you?" he spoke to her, aloud. "Times change, though. Let me have a good scan dear... for good measure, then. Fierce loyalty, very prized to Gryffendor, but my, my you do have ambition. It is a blinding flash of goals and dreams, your head. Incredible," the hat pondered. "This is indeed a tough decision, tough indeed. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw I will set aside with much hesitation."

"Dear, I must say, you might have changed more than you thought over the years, for you are indeed a Slytherin," the hat said.

"But I'm a muggle-born," Hermione objected.

"Ah, but there is something you do not know about. Your blood flows with the same blood of your greatest enemy," the hat said mysteriously.

"What?" Hermione was lost at the statement. Completely and utterly lost. "My greatest..." Hermione trailed off as it slowly dawned on both she and the stunned professor beside her.

"I'm related to Voldemort?" she whispered, in a tiny voice.

CLIFFY!!! Read and Review, k, kids? You know ya'll want to. Also, I know Hermione doesn't like saying Voldemort, but she is older, maybe she's taking Voldemort's advice because you know "Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself."... Anyways. I'm outing, hope you likey

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