First of all i want to thank everyone who reviewed... and each and everyone of you will be responded to personally at the end of the chapter.. but there was one reviewer who had a question made me realize i may not have made something very clear...

Well you bring up a very good point, but if you'll notice, it says (( ""AVADA KEDAVRA" it rolled off her tongue with the sole purpouse of giving her the revenge for millions of people, and their strength came with it. A jet of green sparks exploded from Hermione's wand almost causing her to drop it in suprise, but she could feel the hopes of those who had lost their lives as if they were standing behind her, casting it as well.")) the reason Voldemort was taken down with that one curse was all the dead friends around her and the souls of those who had died at his hands were uniting against him through Hermione... im not sure if everyone caught that or not... but there it is.

Now on with the story.

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The three boys stared at Hermione's unconcious body, her only sign of life was the steady rising and falling of her chest with her breath.

They looked at each other uneasily, none of them quite knowing what to think. Finally, being the most sensible one in the group, Remus went to get Madame Pomphrey. Sirius and James continued to exchange worried glances; both at the girl, and each other.

Poppy came in practically shrieking for them all to get out immideatly. Sirius ran out of the room, followed closley by James, who silently asked Remus to stay with the unknown girl until some of their growingly numerous questions were ansewered. He nodded in agreement and stayed behind while his friends scurried off to class.

Poppy rounded on Remus, "Well? Aren't you going to follow them? I said leave!"

Remus flashed his most charming smile, "Please let me stay, it's not like im going to fail the classes i miss."

Madame Pomphrey chuckled softly and nodded.

With his help, Madame Pomphrey got Hermione back into her bed where she gave Remus strict instructions to let her rest.

Remus agreed without a word to everything Madam Pomphrey requested.

Poppy looked him over carefully before nodding and bustling into her office. Remus knew darn good and well that she had a soft spot for him, ever since she was allowed to care for him after his transformations.

Remus grabbed a chair and scooted over to Hermione's bedside.

She shuddered slightly in her sleep and tightened her grip on her pillow as if reliving some horrible nightmare. Remus lifted his hand to touch her cheek, his fingers lightly grazed her skin.

Hermione's eyes shot open and Remus pulled his hand away so fast he almost slapped himself with it. Hermoine looked wide eyed around the room like a wild animal that had fallen asleep in the jungle, and woken up in the zoo. Without thinking, Remus took her hand and laced his fingers with hers to show her a sign of comfort.

Hermione turned her eyes to his and her gaze softened. Remus grinned, his courage restored, "What's your name?"

"I-... i'm......." The lightls behind Hermione's glazy eyes seemed to finally kick on, when it dawned on her whose presence she was in. Remus waited patiently for her to answer. "...Dumbledore." Hermione sat up, swinging her bare feet over the edge of the bed.

"No you're not... you're too attractive to be Dumbledore." Remus looked at his hands and blushed.

Hermione stood and began pacing awkwardly for one of her legs seemed to have fallen asleep and her mind was racing faster that she could handle.

"No, no, no. I need to SEE Dumbledore!" she didn't even register his compliment; her mind was working over-time to sort everything that had happened since Harry spoke up about going back to the ministry.

Remus stood, "What do you need to see Dumbledore for?"

Hermione shook her head and left the room, not bothering to answer Remus. She stormed through the hallways knowing that if anyone could tell her what was going on, he could. Her bare feet padded softly not giving off much sound. For some reason, Hermione was glad for that fact.

She rounded the corner that led to Dumbledore's office and what felt like a great rush of ice water hit the bottom of her stomach. She didn't have the password.

Hermione pounded her fists against the stone gargoyle in frustration. It stood unrelenting while Hermione crumbled before him.

All the suffering she had lived through, the sight of Harry and Ron's death, the death of her parents, the loss of everything she had ever loved. Tears bagan streaming down her face and she slumped to the floor clutching her knees to her chest and rocking slightly.

Remus, who was a few paces behind her faltered when the unmistakable sound of a crying girl reached his ears. He hated seeing women cry, ever since his mother. She had broken down like this every time the full moon drew near. He wanted so badly to comfort them, but had no idea how to go about it.

He leaned in exhasperation against the wall and ran a hand through his messy hair. His werewolf hearing registering every heart wrenching sniffle. Remus took a deep breath and rounded the corner, dead set on calming the nameless girl down and getting the answers he had been denied since she appeared in the Gryffindor common room that morning. But when his eyes fell on her shaking form, all courage fell away and he was a scared child trying to calm his crying mother.

Remus hesitated wishing it were James or Sirius here instead of him... both his friends always seemed to know what to do in these situations. James had certitantly had been through them with Lilly.

Hermione felt a chill run up her spine, she was being watched. The little hairs on the back of her neck stood straight on end.and her entire body grew very still.

Remus could practically smell the way her body changed. How her softly shaking shoulders tensed at realizing his presence. He wasn't sure if he should run or approach. Hermione began slowly lifting her head. Thankfully at that very moment, Dumbledore chose to emmerge from his office. Remus was forgotten for a moment and he chose to run.

Dumbledore knew without words what Hermione was doing there and ushered her into his office without pestering her for an explination.

She wiped her eyes furiously on her robes trying to salvage some of her ghastly appearance. Hermione didn't figure her tear stained face and red puffy eyes would win any beauty contests.

Dunbledore conjured her a soft squishy arm chair and sat patiently behind his desk waiting for her to speak.

Hermione took a deep breath and met her hedmasters gaze. Dumbledore looked at her over his moon shaped spectacles and gestured for her to get on with it.... as politley as can be done.

"I'm.... " Hermione found this to much harder than she had thought... she only hoped this Dumbledore was as understanding as the one in her time. "I'm..... from the future." Dumbledore nodded.

"Uh... and ... well... i dont know, it just seemed like the right thing to do was to tell you."

Dumbledore seemed to consider this for a moment and Hermione began to shift impatiently.

"Well, Ms. Granger... I hate to tell you this but I may not be of any help to you. On the other hand, i may be quite the oppisite." He chuckled to himself, "Do you know how you got here to this time?"

Hermione yawned and thought back... but her mind seemed to have created a fog like barrier that she couldn't remember through.

Dumbledore spoke up, realizing now probably wasn't the time. "Hermione,-"

That suddenly brought her out of her stupor. "Wait, how do you know my name, i never gave it!"

"I know many things." he said simply, then returned to the sentence she interrupted. "As i was saying, Ms. Granger, you shall need to obviously stay here... and since you are wearing Gryffindor robes i assume you know you know your way around."

Hermione nodded.

"Good, well... i suggest you go get some rest and we will speak later. I will send word tomorrow morning about your classes, hopefully we can get you home."

"Thank you sir." Hermione, though, wasn't so sure she even wanted to go home. What did she have to go back to?

"Well... the password is magello... " He chuckled at the word, "I'm sure the other students will accept you as a transfer student from Beauxbatons... and Hermione... take off your Head Girl badge."

To all my readers.... i am sorry to announce that...... i have a job. So who knows when any of my stories will get updated. I just posted this unfinished chapter to show you all that i am in fact, not dead.

I will try to get as many updates as i can, but between marching band season, school, and a job, i can barley find time to sleep.

Sorry

Adaly Starr