Dislcaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I wouldn't be in my crappy house with this crappy computer. J.K. Rowling owns everything Harry Potter

A/N Thank you to everyone who has reviewed. I really appreciate it (as you already know). You guys seriously rock! Anywho, I didn't update as soon as I'd have liked to but I have become seriously sick and won't be updating for at least a couple of days. I would have had this up sooner today, but the channel Fuse was showing ten hours of Green Day so I had to watch that. Well, here's Chapter 6. Hope you like!

By the next day, Remus had been convinced (or so he said) that Sirius and Hermione were indeed practicing Fire Charms. He didn't bring the subject up the rest of the day, which was great news to Hermione as Dumbledore's meeting was tonight and she was stressing out enough as it was. She didn't have enough nerves to worry about Remus' suspicions about her and Sirius too.

"So what exactly do you think Dumbledore wants?" Lily asked.

"I think I've got an idea, nothing more." Hermione replied, tipping the contents of several ingredients she had just mixed together in the cauldron.

It was Potions class and Professor Livermore paired up the class to attempt the Memory Loss Potion, which would cause the drinker to forget the past twenty-four hours. Lily and Hermione had been paired together.

"Ok, that's it. We are done." Hermione announced as she turned down the fire underneath the cauldron.

"Really?" Lily asked, surprised at how easy the potion had been to make.

"Yep. All we have to do now is wait for it to simmer for exactly two minutes, then we take it off and we're done." Hermione replied, as she started to clear up her and Lily's workstation.

"My that was easy, wasn't it?" Lily sighed; taking down the bun she had put her hair in at the start of the class.

Sirius scoffed from somewhere behind them, "Easy for her maybe." Hermione heard him mutter to James.

Their potion, which should have been a deep red, was hot pink in color and smelled of wet dog. Next to them, Remus and Peter were having a bit more luck. They had succeeded in turning their potion red (although it wasn't as deep red as Hermione's and Lily's was). Remus had done most of the work, however. Snape, who not surprisingly, was working alone as there was an odd number of students in the class. Nobody wanted to pair up with him, although he didn't seem to care. He had his potion perfect. It was the exact thickness (Hermione's and Lily's was a tad thin than it ought to have been) and his was the perfect shade of red. He looked rather pleased with himself. He gave that all too familiar sneer as James and Sirius' potion started emitted small, thick clouds of pink. Hermione bottled up her and Lily's potion as Lily turned around to face James, Sirius and their potion.

"Did you follow the directions?" She asked, coughing and waving the clouds away.

"Yes!" James said irritably.

"Well-" Lily was cut short by a rupture of laughter that arose in the class.

She whipped her head around and Hermione looked up from their cauldron and both were greeted with humorous scene. Snape had grown large, white tail feathers and was clucking and squawking. His nose and mouth had been transfigured into an enormous chicken beak. He jumped onto his desk and tucked his still human arms in and started strutting around like a chicken, pecking at the table. Everyone was on the floor rolling with laughter. Even Hermione had to suppress her laughter. She was glad she did as soon as she saw Lily's face.

"James! Sirius!" She cried out, looking away from the half-chicken half-human that was Snape and turning to face the two culprits.

"What? I didn't do anything Lily! I was talking with you, remember?" James said, laughing and pounding the desk with his fist.

Lily started to round on Sirius when Professor Livermore distracted her.

"Now calm down class! Don't worry Mr. Snape, I'll put you right." Professor Livermore said, raising his want and pointing it towards Snape. "Fixellius Moberutus!"

Nothing happened. Snape still had the white tail feathers poking out from his trousers and his nose and mouth were still that of a chicken's. By this time James had collapsed onto the floor laughing so hard, Sirius was hanging onto the table for support, Peter was doubled over with laughter and Remus was holding a stitch in his side, he had been laughing so much. Hermione, unable to hold it any longer, burst out laughing. Lily looked at her and tried to suppress the smile that was trying to make its way onto her lips.

"Oh dear." Professor Livermore said, scratching his head. "Well, c'mon Mr. Snape, let's go see Professor McGonagall. I'm sure she can sort this all out." He said, leading Snape out of the dungeon while Snape clucked all the while. "Class dismissed. Just fill your flasks with your potion. Don't forget to write both your names on it and just leave it on my desk. Ouch!" Snape had just bit Professor Livermore's hand.

"That was seriously not funny Sirius." Lily said seriously as soon as they were out of the dungeons and out of earshot of everyone else.

"Oh, lay off Lily. I was just having a little fun with Snevillus is all." He said casually.

"Fun? Fun? You better hope Professor McGonagall can sort Snape out. Just see how much fun you'd have then." She retorted.

Behind the three quarrelling friends and Peter watching them without comment, Hermione and Remus walked, arms around each other, oblivious to the argument unfolding in front of them.

"I missed you." Remus said, catching Hermione's lips in a quick, but affectionate kiss.

Hermione giggled, "What do you mean? I wasn't even twenty feet away."

He smiled, "That's too far away."

She giggled again, allowing Remus to kiss her again, "Well, I'll never allow myself to be that far away from you again." She said half-sarcastically half- wholeheartedly.

He kissed her again, "Never ever again." He laughed again, as did she, as he caught her again in a soft kiss.

"Hey Remus! I'm talking to you!" Sirius intruded.

"Huh? What?" Remus said, forgetting that he and Hermione were not the only ones walking in the corridor.

"Finally! Now that Moony has unglued his lips from Hermione's for a second," He said annoyed while Remus and Hermione blushed, "wouldn't you agree that Snevillus had what was coming to him?"

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"What do you mean, what do I mean? The way Snevillus kept scoffing at James and I."

"Oh-oh yeah. He definitely had that coming." Remus said, nodding his head with a false serious look plastered on his face.

"Ha! See Lily? Even Moony agrees with me!"

Lily just rolled her eyes.

"How did you make it so Professor Livermore wouldn't be able to fix him?" James asked interestingly, his arm around Lily's neck.

"Oh, that was easy." Sirius said, shaking his head graciously to move the hair that was hanging carelessly in front of his eyes, "I just put a simple Blocking Charm on him. But McGonagall will be able to get through it easily."

"Well, it was bloody brilliant!" James enthused while Lily rolled her eyes and shaking her head in defeat.

"Here here!" Peter piped up finally.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Sirius said, stopping his walk and bowing.

"Oh, get over yourself." Lily said quietly. Hermione laughed.

That night, Hermione bade everyone good-bye as she departed from the common room at five to eight. She walked along the corridors and soon was in front of Dumbledore's office.

"Er-" She didn't know the password. The last time she was here, it had been "Chocolate Frogs" but that was over a week ago and she knew that Dumbledore changed his password every week.

"Ah, Miss Granger, right on time." Dumbledore's voice said from her left. Hermione jumped. "Sorry dear, I didn't mean to startle you." He said apologetically.

"Oh-that's alright sir. I just didn't expect to see you out here in the corridor." She said, recovering from her scare.

Dumbledore smiled, his smile reaching the twinkle in his ridiculously blue eyes, "I thought we would take a walk."

Hermoine stared at Dumbledore, "Uh-sure. That sounds great." She agreed.

Why did Dumbledore want to take a walk around the castle at eight o'clock at night? Hermione thought for sure that they'd be talking in his office and he would be explaining to her that it was impossible for Hermione to go home, which she wouldn't mind as much as she ought to. So, they walked along the castle, up different staircases and through secret passageways and such. Dumbledore and Hermione chatting all the while as if they were best friends.

"So, how have you been minding your classes?" He asked casually, leading Hermione down another corridor.

"Oh, very much sir. I especially enjoy Transfiguration and Ancient Runes." She replied.

Dumbledore chuckled lightly, "That doesn't surprise me in the least. Professor McGonagall had done nothing but praise you."

"She does?" Hermione asked, blushing but pleased. She'd always favored McGonagall above all the other teachers.

"Oh yes." Dumbledore said, nodding. "In fact, she hopes that once you graduate you will stay as her assistant and eventually take her place as Transfiguration teacher."

"R-Really?" Hermione asked breathlessly.

She always thought of maybe becoming a teacher at Hogwarts. She had, after all, had experience teaching. Ron, Harry, Neville and Peter all had her to thank for passing their exams.

Dumbledore smiled at her over his half-moon spectacles. "Of course. And I, for one, think you would make an excellent teacher."

"Thank you sir."

"And I'm sure the future McGonagall will too."

Hermione stopped smiling. The future McGonagall wasn't just a teacher anymore. She was also Headmistress of Hogwarts. Hermione forced herself not to cry.

"Ah, here we are." Dumbledore said.

Hermione abandoned her thoughts for the moment and looked where Dumbledore had led her. It was the corridor by the entrance to Gryffindor Tower, the same one Hermione had run down and found the mysterious door.

"Now, you're probably wondering what we are doing here?" Dumbledore asked, looking at Hermione.

Hermione nodded.

"This corridor, I suspect, is the one you came to investigate the day you got transported back to this time, yes?" He asked, gazing at Hermione through his half-moon spectacles.

Hermione nodded, not taking her eyes off Dumbledore as he paced, a short ways, up and down the wall that had once held the door.

"Now, can you tell me, Hermione, what made you come down the corridor in the first place?"

"I…" She started. Dumbledore had never addressed her by her first name before. "Well I just had this strange feeling. I can't really explain it sir."

Dumbledore nodded and asked, "And why did you go inside that particular door?"

"Well, I had never seen it there before."

"And you know all doors that Hogwarts holds?" He asked kindly.

"Well, most of them, sir. You see, Harry, Ron and I kind of…had a-a reputation, if you will."

"Like the ones Misters Potter, Black, Lupin and Pettigrew have?" He asked, amusement in his eyes.

Hermione smiled guiltily. "Yes sir. In fact, I was thinking of them when I entered the door."

"Really?" Dumbledore nodded with much interest and looked from Hermione to the wall. He seemed lost in thought.

"Forgive me, sir, but what's that got to do with anything?" She asked quietly.

Dumbledore turned from the wall to look at Hermione. He looked as if he were deciding something. He seemed to have chosen 'cause he said, "I have a theory, Hermione."

"May I please hear it sir?" She hoped she hadn't sounded nosey.

Apparently Dumbledore didn't think so for he elaborated, "Now I don't pretend to know every secret this castle hold but I do know of rumors that there is a door that will, in fact, transport any student to any time they desire."

Hermione nodded.

"Of course several people have gone looking for it but it seems the door only appears to certain people. How it picks to reveal itself to others, I have no idea. But I do believe the door revealed itself to a former student, who, used it for his advantage."

"And…may I ask, who that student was?" Hermione asked.

Dumbledore turned to look at the blank wall then back to Hermione. "Tom Riddle."

"Voldemort?" Hermione asked, eyes wide.

Dumbledore, surprised a little at the mention of Voldemort's name by a student, nodded. "And may I ask how you know Voldemort's real name?" His voice wasn't laced with anger or even dislike. On the contrary, it was laced with impressiveness.

"I know a lot about him sir. It's a long story." She said.

Dumbledore nodded. "Of course. No need to explain. But I take it Voldemort is indeed alive in twenty years from now?"

"Well, he's alive and powerful but not nearly as much as he is now, or will be. In fact, it was Harry, you know James' future son, who made him disappear for almost fifteen years."

She wasn't sure if she should be telling, even Dumbledore, this. But she thought the better of it. She was dating her future professor, why not tell Dumbledore everything and stop all the sadness hurt and pain from coming? She already broke more than one rule, why not more?

"Sir, there's something else you should know about the future too." She said, looking at him.

Before she could go on, however, he stopped her. "Hermione, I must not hear. What's meant to happen will happen. You cannot change it."

"But-"

"I'm sorry Miss Granger."

She was surprisingly hurt by Dumbledore's use of her last name again. "But sir, what I know could save people's lives. Possible even-"

"No." He said sharply, holding up his hand for her to stop. "I'm sorry Miss Granger. No matter how good and noble your intentions are, they could have disastrous consequences."

She understood. But why was Remus and the others allowed to know where she came from?

As if reading her mind, Dumbledore lowered his hand and spoke gentler, "The only reason Mr. Lupin and his friends are allowed to know is because they're the ones who found you. That, and you told your story in front of them." He added amusedly.

Yes, she had blabbed about where she came from in front of Remus and the others. She was so scared and frightened that when she saw Dumbledore, she just spilled her story right there, desperate for him to believe her.

"I think that will be all for tonight Hermione." He said in his usual quiet manner.

She nodded. "Yes sir."

"Oh and Hermione, I must forbid you to tell any of the others any warnings from the future."

She hesitated before nodding.

"If you do, I shall know." He added, tapping his nose with his finger and winking.

"Yes sir, I wont' tell." She assured him.

"Good girl. Now get back to your common room. I'm sure your friends are waiting for you." He said, the usual twinkle in his eyes sparkling.

She nodded, forced a smile and turned to go. When she got to the portrait of the fat lady a ways down the corridor, she turned around to see if Dumbledore was standing there waiting for her to enter the tower. He wasn't. With that, she turned and ran towards the first floor. She pondered everything Dumbledore had just told her. She swore she wouldn't tell anyone about the future's events. She sighed desperately. She felt so useless! Here she was, able to reach out and help Harry's parents, help Sirius and possible even Peter. But she had her hands tied behind her back. Maybe just her mere presence here changed something. Maybe it was something small, but maybe, in the end, it will be something big. Maybe, just maybe.

She pushed open the bathroom door with the 'out of order' sign on it and was met with moaning and crying. Oh great, just what she needed. Moaning Myrtle weeping and crying. No matter, she will she add the three drops of bat's blood to the Wolfsbane Potion, stir it counterclockwise for exactly two and a half minutes and stir it once clockwise and leave. No way was she, Hermione, going to stay in that bathroom for longer than she needed.

A/N: Sorry the chapter is not as long as some of the others. I was pretty drugged up with anit-biotics and Lunista sleeping pills when I wrote it. I hope the scene with Remus and Hermione wasn't too mushy but I have seriously seen puppy love couples like that and they actually talk mushier than that to each other. gags and Professor Livermore, is in fact, a reference to Larry Livermore, owner and founder of Lookout! Records which released Green Day's earlier albums. Yea well, if you're not too busy, please review and tell me what you thought. Thanks!