Disclaimer: I wonder if JK ever reads fanfic to get ideas for the books…that's beside the point. I just want to say I'm not JK, so I only own the plot, but none of the characters (except ones that I've made up myself. I am sure you can differentiate).

Authors Note: This is a story filled with the marvelous wonders of TIME TRAVEL! Hope you like it, R&R.

Those Twinkling Eyes

Hermione sat in the Gryffndor common room, rather cold and lonely. A strange melancholy filled her, and she was hit with a wave of cold. She warmed her face by the fire, but it did nothing to help the dark chill of her mood. Something just didn't seem right. She noted that it was getting late and decided to go up to bed, hoping that she'd feel better tomorrow.

Yawning loudly, she crawled into bed and slipped into a gentle slumber.

Upon waking up…

Hermione opened her eyes only to be greeted by a blinding golden light streaming through the high windows of the dormitory.

"Who are you?" someone asked Hermione.

Hermione sat up and looked around. A girl about her age with long red hair and vivid green eyes sat staring at her from the foot of her bed. She seemed eerily familiar to Hermione, but Hermione couldn't put a name to the girl's face.

"I could ask you much the same," Hermione replied, attempting to be good natured despite her utter confusion about the nature of the mysterious girl.

"Oh, right. I'm sorry; I'm Lily Evans," the girl replied evenly.

Hermione gasped audibly. To cover her surprise, she replied with an airy, " Oh goodness, I just remembered. I need to go see the headmaster. Bye!".

She raced out of the common room, barely noticing that all she had on were her warmest pajamas and a fluffy robe. She raced down the corridors of the great castle, her heart beating madly. Shock continued to wash over her as she turned corner after corner. Finally finding herself at the large stone gargoyle that concealed the entrance to Dumbledore's office, she started frantically guessing at passwords.

"Fizzing Whizbees! Cockroach Cluster! Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans!" she cried at the ugly statue. Upon hearing her last words, the statue opened up, and Hermione sped up the cold stone stairs. She knocked on the intricately carved wooden door at the top of the staircase, and received a mere, "Come in."

She threw open the door and sat down in the large, squishy armchair that was placed before the great wizard's large wooden desk. "Professor Dumbledore, sir,…well, I don't know how to explain, but…I saw someone…golden light…erm…I am really confused sir, that's what I mean to say," she finally summarized.

The wise old professor smiled at her last words, his eyes twinkling in that bizarre way of his. "I'm not quite sure what you mean," he replied unconvincingly. A hint of a smile was tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Erm, well, I just saw…this is going to sound preposterous, but I just saw…L-Lily Evans," she said hesitantly.

"Well, what else would you expect, Miss Granger? It's 1979. Lily's in her fifth year at Hogwarts, along with James, Remus, Sirius, and Peter. You can probably find her at the breakfast table."

"But how is this possible?" Hermione said, trying to remain calm. "I haven't even been born yet!"

"This is a rare case," Dumbledore said seriously. " From what you've told me, I can gather that there must have been some sort of mistake made in this time. More than likely, there will be several mistakes only you can fix. You have been guided by fate to this time, Miss Granger, and it is your duty to fix the errors made, whatever they may be."

"Will I ever get to go back to my own time?" Hermione asked, trembling slightly.

"It is your choice, Miss Granger," Dumbledore replied, looking even more serious now. "Just do what you think needs done. Is there anything I should know just now, to perhaps prevent mistakes I could be making at this very moment?"

"Not just now, I think. Erm, If I am to inform you of what should be done…I'll do it sooner to the date of its doing, if that makes any sense at all."

"I'm sure it does, Miss Granger. Get dressed, and head down to the Great Hall."

Hermione wandered down the deserted corridors of the great Hogwarts castle, pondering the mystery of all that had happened to her and those twinkling eyes.

Beta by: Piercing Pen's darling baby sister, Earth-Wind-Fire-Ice. It is she who is writing this right now, or else I probably wouldn't have been called darling, or even been associated with her as a relative.