Chaper 1

Hermione, Ron and Harry were walking to the great hall for breakfast. They were two months into their Seventh year, and Hermione not learning her lesson form her OWL's had signed herself up for twice the usual number of NEWT classes. This time however Ron and Harry knew how she was accomplishing all the work.

In the grand main entrance hall of Hogwarts, the trio were met by another group. Their favourite duo heading the pack Malfoy and Parkinson.

"Well if it ain't the Mudblood" Parkinson sneered as they walked past. When they didn't stop, Malfoy grabbed the neck of Hermione's robes and dragged her back towards the large gaggle of Slytherins.

Trying to help Ron pulled out his wand and threw the first spell that came to mind at Malfoy. "Diffindo", Using Hermione as a shield, Malfoy missed the spell. Hermione however was hit.

"What the Hell was that Weasel?" Malfoy shouted, "The splitting spell, are you out of your mind?" No one was listening however, they were all looking at where Hermione one stood.

If it was to be said that our reality is based on our time, then my reality had most defiantly changed. Yet I believe I was still in the same dimension, and area of space.

Hermione landed on the floor, Malfoy was no longer holding her up. Looking around, she noticed she was still in the main entrance of Hogwarts, yet it was no longer full of Slytherins, now it was empty.

'Strange' Hermione thought to herself. Promising she wouldn't start to panic until she knew what was going on.

Getting up she slowly made her way to the Great Hall, cautiously pushing open the door, she noticed it was full of students having breakfast. 'I must have been hit unconscious by a spell' she thought to herself, 'By why did Harry and Ron leave me there?'

Spotting the familiarly messy head of hair half way along the Gryffindor table Hermione walked up behind Harry and poked him hard in the neck. "You think you just leave me behind?" She questioned ignoring his shout of protest.

"Excuse me?" Harry said turning round, a quizzical look on his face.

"You're not Harry." Hermione gasped. Then looking down the table she realised she didn't recognise any of the others sitting their either.

"No, I'm James." The boy said as if talking to a four year old. Looking at the boy sitting next to him, and the two opposite Hermione quickly made out Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew.

Hermione stood transfixed for a moment and then turned and ran up to the teachers table. "Professor Dumbledore, may I have a word?" Hermione panted.

The old Wizard looked up, "Certainly my dear. May I finish my kippers first?" He smiled.

Hermione instantly felt reassured. Dumbledore was here, everything was going to be alright.

As you hear this story you may want to know time travel is not as rare as you may think. In the Wizarding world and in the Muggle world. In the Muggle world however people do not usually admit to time travel, they keep it to themselves, many are labelled eccentrics or geniuses, some will say they are ahead of their time, they are often right.

In the Wizarding world time travel, although more common, is rarely heared of happening for periods longer than a day. Also as the time turner is a relatively recent development in the Department of Mysteries trying to explain to someone far in the past that you are a time traveller is often difficult.

Hermione followed the Head up to his office, where she realised it hadn't changed at all in the 20 years of time she had travelled through. Sitting down she began to explain her situation, as she knew it to Dumbledore.

"Well," Dumbledore began, when she had recounted her story to him, "This is quite a mess you have gotten your self into, Miss, errrr….Granger?"

Hermione remained silent waiting for Dumbledore to tell her what he was going to do to send her back. When he to did not speak she began hesitantly, "Professor, I know I can not use a time turner to get me back to my own time. How can I…"

"Miss Granger, I know what you are going to ask, and yet its a question you already know the answer to. Do we have any method for time travel apart from the time turner?"

"No." Hermione said quietly. "But what am I to do then Sir?"

"I suggest that while we research into what is going on, and believe me Miss Granger this is a mammoth task, you should continue your education in this time."

"But what about all my friends?"

"I'm sorry Miss Granger there is nothing I can do."

"But I can't stay in this time, what about the time line?"

"That is assuming of course time is a line." Dumbledore replied evenly. "Also these events may have happened previously, if time is a loop continuously replaying these events maybe vital. If you notice the time turner split, it didn't turn. For you to have come her, it might be coincidence, but it might be for a reason. The question of fate, has if possible existed for longer than the question of time."

Hermione met the professors eye, feeling a little better. "I think then I should drop some of my classes." She stated wryly.

"Quite." Replied, the familiar twinkle in his eye. "You may remain in Gryffindor. I shall allocate Remus Lupin to introduce you to every one, he is popular, yet trustworthy. Come back later tonight to discuss your classes, for now yu can follow his time table."

"Thank you Professor." Hermione said getting up to leave the room.

"He will be in the Gryffindor Common Room at the moment." Dumbledore told her as she left the room.

A/N: Well there you go folks hope you are liking it so far. Go ahead and leave a short review (you know you want to)

Charlatan

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