A New Beginning

A/N: Thanks Amanda and Jackie for reviewing! And here's the promised the 10th chapter! Please Read and Review!

-Chapter 10-Early Birds and Other Nonsense

--Hermia, 1997--

"Hey Maddie, wake up," Harry said, kneeling next to Hermia and jabbing her arm with his finger.

"Mmm…just five more minutes Daddy," Hermia mumbled before turning her head away from him in her sitting sleeping position.

Harry laughed before shaking her gently. This woke her up instantly. She peered at him from behind tired green orbs.

"Whydudothatfor?" she mumbled, blinking her eyes and rubbing them.

"I just wanted to wake you before the crowd came down," Harry replied, sitting back on the couch. She nodded, wanting to go back to sleep. "By the way, I'm not your father."

Hermia's eyes grew wide, but she quickly hid it by yawning. "What?"

"When I was trying to wake you, you said 'five more minutes Daddy'. It made me laugh from what we were talking about when you first showed up.

Hermia smiled in relief. "My dad tends to wake me up early during the holidays." She was glad she had not said Hermione, because that would have been awkward for both of them.

"Doesn't like you sleeping in?"

"Nah, he and Mum both have this thing about how the early bird gets the worm or something."

"That sounds like a Hermione thing," laughed Harry.

"Does she get up at unreasonable hours in the morning?" asked Hermia.

"Yes, in fact, I believe she should be down here in about five minutes."

Hermia nodded and shrunk back into her chair.

"Merlin you look like Malfoy," Harry stated after a few moments of staring at Hermia.

"Malfoy?"

"Yeah, Draco Malfoy, A blonde Slytherin git. His parents are both Death Eaters and I wouldn't be surprised if he was as well."

"Oh well, I hope I don't act like him too," smiled Hermia.

"You don't, don't worry."

"Wait, I think I met him on my first day here. He was a bloody prat. Wanted me to be in Slytherin instead of Gryffindor so we could be friends," Hermia said, pretending to think.

"He pulled the same thing on me in first year. He wanted us to be friends before we were sorted. I gently refused," Harry said, thinking back.

"I told him I would rather be in Harry Potter's house," she grinned. "That sure made his knickers twist."

--Harry and Hermione--

"Morning love," Hermione said, kissing Harry's cheek as he leant in to bite some of her toast. "Hey, get your own."

Harry grinned sheepishly. "Morning Hermy." He poured himself some coffee. "So your boss is OK with you skipping so much work?"

"I'm not skipping work! I'm only a fill-in Healer. If they need me, they'll firecall or owl. By the way, when's your next practice?"

"Thursday morning. I'll take Jane to school that day before going."

"OK. Honey?" asked Hermione.

"Yeah love?"

"Can you drive Jane today and get some groceries? There's a list on the refrigerator. And it would be a big help if you could take Harley with you."

"That it?" asked Harry.

"That's it," replied Hermione, looking at her watch. "Can you see if Jane is up yet? Her alarm should have gone off a few minutes ago, but we know how she loves to ignore it. I'm going to make her oatmeal right now, and I want her in here by the time it's done."

"Alright Hermione, but you know, I might want to eat too," Harry mumbled before walking out of the kitchen.

"You ate half my toast, be happy!" called Hermione after him. Just then, a delivery owl flew through the window to drop off the Daily Prophet which Hermione was subscribed to. Hermione paid the bird before it flew off and she looked at the front page. She gasped as read page 17.

Missing Potter

Hermia Potter, 16, Chudley Cannon's star Harry Potter's daughter, is missing from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, pulling a disappearing act like her father had fourteen years earlier. Witnesses say she has not been school since the second.

Professor McGonagall, Headmistress of Hogwarts, would not elaborate for this Daily Prophet journalist, claiming they were doing their best to locate Potter.

Hermione stopped reading, disgusted by the words on the paper.

Harry soon walked down into the room.

"The Prophet's writing about your daughter," she stated simply.

--Hermia, 1997--

"Ah, speaking of the early bird," Harry said to Hermia quietly as Hermione entered the common room.

"What was that Harry?" asked Hermione, raising an eyebrow at the pair.

"We were talking about how…" he trailed off as he noticed a worm flying above his best friend's head.

"How the early bird gets the worm," Hermia finished for Harry, letting the worm she had been levitating fall onto Hermione's head. She grinned.

Hermione's eyes widened as she felt the worm fall onto her head. She quickly grasped the worm, throwing it halfway across the room. "Not funny Harry and Maddie!" she said as the two started to laugh. She glared at them before storming out of the room through the portrait.

"I had to do it, for shagging on your bed with you not in it and all," Hermia said once she stopped laughing.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Thanks Maddie, I think. Though I don't want to shag Hermione, and yes, I caught onto what you were meaning."

It was now Hermia's turn to roll her eyes. She knew her father had already started to harbour his feelings towards his future wife.

"I should go explain so she's not upset at me all day," Harry said, standing.

"OK, and let her be angry with me." Harry nodded and smiled before leaving as well. "Merlin knows it's hard to get her upset with me," she muttered under her breath.

"You know, it's never a good thing to be talking to yourself," a voice said from behind Hermia.

She turned and looked at him. "Whatever do you mean Ronald?"

"Talking to yourself is a sign of insanity," he said, sitting down where Harry had been sitting moments before.

"Well maybe I am insane, and am proud of it."

"And maybe I like the insane," Ron said, eyeing Hermia.

"And maybe you should keep your eyes to yourself Weasley," Hermia retorted, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Come on; tell me you don't want me, because I know you do. And I know you have a boyfriend long distance, but what he doesn't know, won't hurt him."

"I don't want you." She looked him straight in the eyes.

"Ouch. Still, you must want a fine young single guy like me."

"If I wanted a guy, you wouldn't be the one I'd look for. Besides, I know about Hermione's and yours rendezvous."

Ron's jaw dropped. He whispered furiously, "How do you know about us? Who else knows this? Does Harry know?"

"I saw you two going at it on Harry's bed, which is sick, and no, he doesn't know. For who else knows, I don't have a bloody clue. The way you two shag, I'm surprised all of England doesn't already know."

"Please don't tell anyone."

"I won't, but make another pass at me, and the whole school will know," Hermia said, smirking and starting to leave the common room to go up to the girls' dorms.

"Wait, Maddie, how'd you know we were on Harry's bed?" asked Ron.

"His trunk was at the base of his bed, you idiot."

--Harry and Hermione--

"Ah shit, how'd this slip out?" asked Harry, rereading the article.

"Any student over there could have connections with the Prophet, any student that's noticed she hasn't been in the Hospital Wing or classes, or maybe one of the professors let it slip," Hermione reasoned.

"Well however it got out, I'm pissed. And it's only been three days! That's really not all that long, only the weekend and one class day. Merlin! Why do the crazy things always happen to this family? And why does the press like us so?" he asked, running a hand through his hair.

Hermione hugged him. "It's because we're Potters. Potters are known for mischief. Look at you and your father."

"Ah, so it's all in a name! I see now."

Hermione smiled as she continued hugging Harry. Eventually Hermione let go and headed to the doorway. "Jane Lillian Potter! Come eat your breakfast or you're going to be late!"

Jane quickly came bounding into the kitchen. "Morning Mum, I'm not going to be late."

Hermione rolled her eyes and kissed Jane's forehead. "Eat up and drink your orange juice for a change please. I'm going to go wake and get Harley ready for the morning."

"OK love," Harry answered as his wife left the kitchen.

Jane slid into her seat where her breakfast was waiting and started eating. "Do I have to go to school today Daddy?"

Harry eyed his youngest daughter, ever since she had started school, she had not missed a day, even though she was just entering her third year in elementary. "You just told Mum you weren't going to be late. So what's with the quick change in your attitude?"

Jane poked at her oatmeal. "I just don't like Tuesdays."

"You don't like Tuesdays."

Jane nodded.

"Well I don't like Mondays, but I have to go to work still," Harry said childishly.

"But you only go to work like two days a week."

"Exactly. Now eat your breakfast. Mum will be sad if you don't eat. She wants you to have a clear mind for the day ahead."

"That's right dear," Hermione said, walking back into the kitchen, this time with Harley. "Now Harry, do you have the shopping list in your pocket yet?"

Harry pointed his wand to the refrigerator as Hermione fused with Harley and whispered, "Accio shopping list." He cleared his throat as the list zoomed over Hermione's head and into Harry's outstretched hand. "Yes love."

Hermione looked at him. "I saw that."

oOoOo

"Do you guys always just sit around on gorgeous September days like this?" asked Hermia, indicating how she, Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were sitting scattered around the common room.

Ron shrugged, Hermione barely glanced up from her book, and Harry just raised an eyebrow and smirked, clearly saying that's what they did. Ginny rolled her eyes and grabbed Hermia's hand, pulling her up."

"Come on, these guys are boring," she said, before kissing Harry's lips briefly. "We'll go find Luna and introduce the two of you, Maddie."

"OK," Hermia agreed, walking with Ginny to the portrait.

"I swear, those three are the most boring people in the world now that they're all of legal again," Ginny said loudly.

"Oi! You wouldn't know Ginny, you're only hanging out with us because of Harry," Ron called.

Ginny just waved a dismissive hand as she and Hermia left.

"Wow, you're brother sure loves you," stated Hermia, smirking, as they walked down the hall.

"You wouldn't believe how much that boy loves me," said Ginny sarcastically. "But he's my older brother; I have no choice in the matter."

Hermia patted Ginny's arm sympathetically before she started laughing.

"I actually feel bad about leaving Harry with Ron and Hermione," Ginny said as they walked onto the grounds. "Because of the tension that's so apparent between them."

"What do you mean?" asked Hermia, play oblivious as to how she knew about Ron and Hermione.

"Well Ron and Hermione have been shagging each other." Hermia gasped. "Get off it Maddie, I know you know, Harry told me this morning how you guys walked in on them last night without them knowing."

"Yeah, that was a horrid sight."

"I know, I walked in on them once during the summer. They don't know though. And they don't know that so many people know. But as I was saying about Harry, I know he won't admit it, but I know he's feeling left out, like they're going to leave him and their little trio will be ruined forever!"

"And because he will not admit it to them, they of course are oblivious to it," added Hermia.

"Yes, and I'm worried about him," Ginny said before shaking his head. "Enough about my boyfriend though, let's find Luna."

"Luna…"

"Lovegood. She's in Ravenclaw. And she's the one who was wearing that cork necklace in Transfiguration."

"Oh! I remember who she is!"

"You'll like her, she's really nice. But she's a little weird because her dad is the editor of the Quibbler," Ginny explained as they neared the lake.

"Cool," Hermia replied. "Besides, we're all a little weird."

"Oi, Luna!" called Ginny.

Luna Lovegood turned to face them, her blonde hair flickering over her shoulder. Holding it back was a headband with Snitches flying around on it. "Hello Ginny."

"Lovely headband, I'm sure Harry would love it," Ginny said.

Luna smiled.

"Luna, this is Maddie Smith. Maddie, this is Luna Lovegood," Ginny said, introducing the two who shook hands. "Maddie's the new girl."

"Oh yes. That is quite weird, don't you think?"

"What do you mean Luna?" asked Hermia.

"Well I felt something, like there was someone here that didn't belong before Professor Dumbledore told us. My father had written me as well when he sent me the new Quibbler, telling me he also felt something," Luna explained.

Hermia smiled nervously. "So you were right, I don't belong here. But I'm trying to get back as soon as possible to where I'm supposed to be."

"Yes, I was right," Luna said, dazed. "But if you'll excuse me, there's one Mr. Colin Creevey I must go visit. See you."

"Bye," Ginny and Hermia said in unison.

Luna waved before walking off to a tree. This made Ginny and Hermia start to burst out laughing.

--Harry and Hermione--

"Hermione, I'm home with the groceries. Do you want some lunch?" asked Harry, calling up the stairs, Harley in one arm while he was levitating bags of groceries into their flat.

"Um, sure, just a sandwich; can you bring it up here, please love?" asked Hermione, her voice trailing down the stairs.

"Of course Hermy," Harry said, rolling his eyes. He looked down at Harley. "Your mother is turning crazy, buddy."

Harley giggled as his father set him down in his playpen.

"Let me make Hermione's sandwich, then we can go visit Summer, how'd you like that?

Harley nodded his head and dropped hands which had been raised.

Harry smiled and turned his back on Harley to tend to his sandwich skills. In doing this, he did not notice the owl fly into the kitchen, but Harley had.

"Oooowl," he gurgled, pointing to the owl.

"What's that buddy?"

"Oooowl," Harley gurgled again.

Harry frowned and turned around to see the owl sitting on the table. "Oh, owl! Thanks Harley."

"Harley nodded his head, falling over in the process from his sitting position.

Harry untied the letter and read it silently in his head.

'Harry,

I would like you to join me for lunch at one o'clock in the Leaky Cauldron for old time's sake. Just reply with this owl. If you don't wish to, I'd understand.

Ron'

The owl pecked Harry's arm.

"Ow, hold on, I'll reply in a few minutes," Harry told the owl, giving it a treat before grabbing Hermione's sandwich and going upstairs. He set the plate near Hermione. "I just received a letter from Ron."

"Oh? And what did he want?" asked Hermione, looking up at Harry.

"Lunch at the Leaky Cauldron."

"You should go."

"I should?"

"Yes, just to see what he wants, you know. Drop Harley off at Ginny's, you were going there anyways. And I'll continue up here. I'm almost done," she grinned.

"OK, I'll go," he replied. "So what do you need to do to finish it?"

"I just have to screw the back of the watch on, do an incantation on it, and test it."

"Test it?"

"Yes, I'm gong to send it forward in time for three days, with a note saying it to be sent back."

"OK then, have fun Hermy," Harry said before kissing Hermione softly.

"You too Harry," Hermione said, eating some of her bologna sandwich. "Thanks for the food by the way."

Harry smiled before leaving the office. He headed downstairs once more and grabbed Harley from the kitchen playpen. "Let's go visit Aunt Ginny. He quickly wrote 'Sure' on the back of the letter and sent it with the owl that had taken a perch on his refrigerator. After the owl was on its way had flown through the window, Harry Disapparated with Harley.

"Harry! You're early," Ginny said when she saw Harry placing Harley in the playpen where Summer was.

"Yes, well, it's just that I got a letter from Ron for lunch and I accepted. So I'm going to meet him now," Harry explained. "And Hermione's still busy so I thought you could continue with the play date, without me."

"Oh yeah, of course. Tell Ron he's an arse for not wanting lunch with me," Ginny said before kissing Harry's cheek.

"I will," Harry replied. "Well, I should go so bye, and thanks Ginny."

"No problem Harry," she said before Harry Disapparated once more.

--Hermia, 1997--

"We should probably go in for lunch," Ginny remarked, throwing one last rock into the lake.

"OK, and now that you mention it, it seems like breakfast was hours ago!" replied Hermia, standing up from the ground.

Ginny looked at Hermia skeptically. "It was!"

"Oh, yeah, I guess it was," Hermia laughed sarcastically. "Let's just go."

The two girls started heading up to the school when a tiny first year showed up.

"Maddie Smith?" he asked, squeaking a bit.

"Yes?" asked Hermia.

"I was told to give this to you," he said, handing Hermia a rolled up piece of parchment.

"Thanks," replied Hermia, taking the parchment from the boy before he took off.

'Maddie Smith,

I would like to meet with you after lunch. We have some important matters to discuss.

Headmaster Dumbledore'

"Wonder what he wants with you," Ginny said after she read it as well, making Hermia feel grateful to Dumbledore for using her fake name.

"He wants to make sweet, sweet love to me and make me his sex toy," Hermia said casually.

"What?" laughed Ginny. "How can you even say a thing like that without wanting to gag or laugh?"

"Well, I want him, that's all I can say."

"Too bad McGonagall and him are the ones shagging. Ahh! Bad images, curse you!"

"That man-whore! I thought we were destined to be together!" cried Hermia before she burst out laughing. She shuddered. "I can't believe I joked about that! But honestly, it's probably just something about my parents or whatever, you know."

"Yeah, well, as long as it isn't about the two of you shacking up in bed, it should be OK," Ginny said, laughing slightly still, as she seated herself next to Harry in the Great Hall.

"Who's Maddie planning on shagging?" asked Ron.

"She's planning on…Ow!" Ginny said as Hermia stomped her foot from under the table.

"No one," Hermia filled in, grabbing some food, glaring at Ginny who just smirked in response.

"You better eat quickly Maddie, it seems as if he's already waiting for you."

Hermia looked around the Hall and noticed her friend was correct. "He's probably gone to get the chains and whips out."

"Maddie!" squealed Ginny. "Don't talk like that! You're going to kill me with those dirty images!"

"Who are you two talking about?" asked Hermione snootily, butting into the conversation.

Ginny looked at Hermia briefly who shook her head, laughing. "Malfoy."

Hermia chucked a piece of bread at Ginny. "Sick!"

"You and Malfoy?" asked Harry and Ron at the same time, looking at Hermia disgusted.

"No, our lovely Ginny here was just kidding because she wanted to spare you both the horrible truth. She meant to say Professor Snape."

This caused chaos amongst the four Gryffindors, Ron actually started chocking on his pumpkin juice.

"Yes, you see, he quite liked my misbehavior the other day and wants to punish me," Hermia explained, standing. "Now I must get going to see my precious Severus."

"Just go find Dumbledore instead! I'm sure he'd more fun!" called Ginny, getting odd looks from those still eating.

Hermia shook herself from her unwanted thoughts as she made her way to Dumbledore's office.

--Harry--

Harry sighed as he swallowed the last bit of his third Butterbeer. "So why exactly did you ask me here if we're just going to drink Butterbeer?"

"You could drink Firewhiskey instead," Ron suggested. "But really, can't a guy just ask his best mate out for lunch?"

"That's former best mate, and there is a reason for it."

"Yeah, yeah, because you didn't like me shagging Hermione or betraying her trust, I know."

"Exactly, so what do we want? Tickets to a game or something? Because I won't get you any."

"No, I don't want tickets. I just really want us to be mates again," Ron said, feeling appalled at the conclusions Harry was jumping to.

"Well that would take a lot," Harry muttered. "Fine, we can give it a try. You can join Draco and I when we go watch the Quidditch match with Appleby Arrows and Falmouth Falcons Thursday night. I'm sure I can get another ticket from my ticket buddy."

"OK, sounds good. How did you end up being mates with Malfoy anyways? Merlin, he was always such a bloody prat at Hogwarts."

"Same way Ginny fell in love with the bloke. We melted into him once we found his fluffy interior. Took a lot of prodding, but it happened. But that's like asking why I became friends with you, because there was no other option."

Ron punched Harry's shoulder. "You could have been Malfoy's friend first. But you chose my kind demeanor instead."

"I know, and I still don't what I was thinking. But I guess we were meant to be rivals in school, and best mates after all of it," Harry said dramatically.

"Knock it off Harry; you're making it sound as if you two are lovers."

"Who says we aren't?" asked Harry. "I'm joking by the way, I love Hermione too much to take on a gay lover."

--Hermione--

"One more screw…and I'm done!" exclaimed Hermione to nobody as she tightened the back of the watch with her screwdriver. Mentally applauding herself, Hermione set the watch carefully onto her desk.

Pulling out a piece of parchment, Hermione dipped her quill into the ink.

'Dear Hermione,

Since you are my future self, I can only assume that you know I've – we've – made this. Please, to allow me to see that this does indeed work, send a not with the watch once you've set it. I'm sure you'll know how to do this.

Hermione, September 6, 2016'

Attaching the note to the watch, Hermione went to the alarm mode and set it the alarm for September 10th. She dropped it quickly so she was not touching the object when it disappeared. After staring at the spot where the watch had been for two minutes, Hermione stood up and stretched, glad that she had finished so quickly, before she made her way downstairs to the kitchen with her dirty plate. Pouring herself a glass of lemonade, Hermione drank it greedily, making it seem as if she had been dying of thirst. Glancing at her own watch, Hermione noted that she should go visit Ginny and Harley, knowing it would take a few more minutes before her version of a Time Turner – one where life still happened when you were gone and there was not two of you – showed up.

"Ginny are you home?" asked Hermione as she glanced around the Malfoy sitting area.

"Yeah Hermione, I'm in the kitchen trying to make Summer eat some lunch," came Ginny's voice floating in from the kitchen.

Hermione smiled as she made her way to the kitchen. She grabbed the jar and spoon from where Ginny had neglected it. "Let me try." Once Hermione had the spoon near Summer's mouth, the little girl opened her mouth wide. "She just loves her Aunt 'Mione."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "So what do I owe the pleasure of you breaking away from your work?"

"I'm done, so I thought I'd visit you and see my son. I haven't seen much of him the last few days and I've been missing my baby boy."

"He's in the playpen, he already ate his lunch like a good boy," Ginny said, resuming Hermione's job as Hermione went to pick up her son.

--Hermia, 1997--

"Enter," Dumbledore said from behind his closed door before Hermia had even knocked.

She mentally shuddered as she opened the door. "Headmaster."

Dumbledore nodded to her and made it a point that she should sit down in the chair across from him. She did so promptly.

"Have you found anything on how to get me back, sir?" asked Hermia kindly after she declined Dumbledore's offer of lemon drops.

Dumbledore sighed. "No, I'm afraid not Hermia. Your case is simply unique, for a Time Turner, one is only allowed to go back in time twenty four hours from when they are turned, not twenty years."

"Well bloody hell! This really sucks." Hermia fell back into her chair, arms crossed.

Dumbledore chuckled at Hermia's behaviour. "You believe you accidentally grabbed the device from your house?"

"Yes, it must have slipped into my trunk when I had been packing, why?"

"Then I'm assuming that it would be Ms. Granger's?"

Hermia bit onto her tongue from saying, 'Well duh.'

"And I'm also assuming that she had developed this because normal Time Turners are the shapes of hourglasses, or take the form of some other time device, and this is quill is neither."

"Can I see the quill again, Professor?" asked Hermia, forcing herself to say that instead of pointing out how obvious the Headmaster was being.

Dumbledore nodded and handed Hermia the quill.

She looked at it carefully, turning it over in her hands. Noticing that the tip was broken, Hermia pressed her finger against it. This caused the quill to shudder and proceed to reveal a broken digital screen. "I'm guessing this is how it operates."

Dumbledore took the quill back and pointed his wand at it. "Reparo." Nothing happened. "Very odd indeed. Well Hermia, thank-you for pointing this out to me. I shall try to repair it without magic. I will contact you now if I manage to fix it."

"Thank-you Professor," Hermia said, standing.

Dumbledore nodded as she left his office.

Shaking her head and wondering what her step-mother had been on when she made that quill, Hermia started back towards the Gryffindor common room. She was just entering the Entrance Hall when she was grabbed from behind, a hand clamped on her mouth. Not squirming, Hermia allowed herself to be dragged down the dungeon steps, only sighing inwardly.

The hand was removed and the owner stepped in front of Hermia.

"Malfoy," Hermia stated, making it seem like work for her to produce his name.

"Smith," Draco replied.

"Why'd you bring me down here?"

"It's simply because I want to know why it seem s like you plucked yourself out of the Malfoy gene pool."

--Harry--

"You know you didn't have to pay for your food. I invited you out, so I was going to pay," Ron said as he and Harry walked of the Leaky Cauldron and onto London soil.

"I wanted to pay for my own. Besides, you're making it seem like we were on a date or something," Harry replied, picking up a can from off a sidewalk.

Ron's ears brightened. "I just wanted to pay you back for all the money you lent me for food when we were at school."

"That would take years and years."

"Shut up Harry."

"Well it's the truth. I cannot tell a lie."

"Is this truth coming from your Inner Eye, by any chance?"

"Merlin, I believe it is," Harry agreed, laughing.

Ron laughed as well, both of them remembering their three years in Divination.

"Merlin, we haven't laughed like that together since, well, before I found out you and Hermione were shagging," Harry stated.

"We tried to get you to, but you just wouldn't," Ron replied.

"Yeah, I know, I remember. But I wouldn't take my walls down, I wanted to be isolated, at least until you both told me that you were an item."

"Why didn't you just confront us?"

"Oh yeah, a lot of bloody fun that would have been, especially for me. 'Hey Ron and Hermione, are you two shagging each other by any chance?' Nah, I don't think so. Plus, I wanted to hear it from my best friends out of their own free will, not me forcing them to admit it."

"Yeah, I'm sorry we didn't tell you mate, we should have. But I guess Hermione already told you that."

"More or less, when we first hooked up, when we seriously starting dating," Harry glanced at his watch as he said this. "Oh dear, sorry Ron, I've got to pick my son up. Draco and I will be around to get you at about four pm for the game."

"OK, see you Harry," Ron said before Harry took off down an alley to Disapparate.

--Hermione--

"I should get going now Gin, I believe I have replied to myself by now. If not, I must be utterly confused," Hermione said, draining her teacup.

"OK Hermione, I hope it works. I'll watch Harley until Harry shows up," Ginny said, levitating Hermione's teacup to the sink. "Besides, it should work, seeing as how Maddie just vanished on the seventh, which is tomorrow."

"I know my days of the week, thank-you very much. I'm just worried that if it won't work and our history really will be altered," Hermione stated. "How in the name in the Merlin I manage to get that Time Turner to make it so there wasn't two of you, is beyond my knowledge."

"Something Hermione doesn't know? Merlin, I think hell just froze over," Ginny said, mocking faint.

"Hah, hah, Ginny. I'll see you tomorrow or something."

"Yeah, bye," Ginny said before Hermione Disapparated.

When she entered her kitchen, Hermione practically ran up to her office. Sitting on her desk was the watch with a note attached. Picking it up, Hermione noticed that it was her not from earlier, but on the back was more writing.

'Hermione,

I waited for this precise time for the Turner. I'm glad it finally showed up. It works just fine. Have fun.

Hermione.'

Hermione grinned as she put the note down on her desk, even though it felt awkward getting a note from yourself, it was the best one she had in a while. Still Grinning, Hermione fished her old gold Galleon out of her pocket and made it glow; hoping Harry would feel the coin because she knew he did not look at it often. And yes, those were the coins they used when they were in Dumbledore's Army, though Hermione had slightly altered them so it could be used a communication device just between her and Harry.

A few minutes later, Harry appeared in front of her.

"You beckoned me, my lovely and charming wife?" he asked.

"Yes, I beckoned. My Time Turner works! For going forward and backwards in time," Hermione replied, hugging Harry.

"That's great! Now you can go get Hermia!"

"Tomorrow."

"What do you mean, 'tomorrow'?"

"I mean, I'll go get her tomorrow," Hermione said, while Harry gave her a look that clearly said, 'Explain'. "Ginny consulted her diary and she had put that Maddie had vanished on the seventh of September. Don't you remember?"

Realization dawned on Harry's face. "Oh yeah! We all thought it was a witchy number that she chose to leave on."

"Now you see why I go tomorrow. Plus, I should write Professor McGonagall and tell her I'llbe needing her office for tomorrow."

"That sounds like a good idea. You write her while I go get two Butterbeers to celebrate your genius."

"What about Harley?"

"Ginny can handle him. Stick him in that playpen with Summer and he's a perfect little angel."

Hermione smirked. "OK, whatever you say. I'm just going to write her now."

Harry nodded before leaving the office.

Hermione pulled out parchment, a quill, and ink before she sat down.

'Dear Minerva,

Thank-you for not telling the public about Hermia's disappearance, it means a lot to us. The reason for my writing you is simply to ask if I may use your office tomorrow at eleven o'clock. I know how to get Hermia back and only need your cooperation.

Just reply with this owl. Thank you.

Hermione Potter.'

--Hermia, 1997--

"I don't know what you're talking about Malfoy," Hermia said, trying to leave, but Draco wouldn't allow it.

"Come off it Smith, if that's even your real last name, and tell me why you look like you should be related to me," Draco hissed, wand out.

"Put the wand down," Hermia said calmly before turning sarcastic. "And oh dear; you figured out that I've been lying about my name! How did you ever find out?"

"It wasn't that hard."

"You prat; I was being sarcastic! Now listen, I am not related to you. And I'll have you know, there are plenty of pasty-assed blonde kids, even if I'm not sheet white. There isn't just your God forsaken family. Merlin!"

Draco blinked a few times. "Er…OK. You can go find your Gryffindor losers now."

"Thank-you, and they're not losers," Hermia said before she dashed around Draco to the Entrance hall once more.

A/N: Ok, one more to go now. And since it was unanimous, I will be doing a blurb at the end of the last chapter! That should be up by tomorrow! Please Review!