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Blaze

Amaya

D-Claimer- We couldn't possibly be J.K. Rowling, because if we were, we would be schizophrenic.

Soon, the three Marauders left, leaving it being just Hermione, Ginny, and Professor Dumbledore left in the vast hospital wing. Ginny was currently looking from Hermione to Dumbledore, who each wore a similar expression.

"What? What else do we need to talk about, Hermione? I don't like that look!" she stated, fear gripping her. She knew that they would be having a talk sooner or later about the presence of the Marauders with them, but lately she'd been hearing some pretty weird things, so it was only natural that her brain jumped into fear mode so quickly.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled in that annoying 'I know all, I see all' way of his as he peered from the red head to the brunette. "Ms. Granger, perhaps you should just begin with the tale that you undoubtedly have up your sleeve. You seem to have some inkling of an idea as to why you are here, and as I was not with you, it should give me some insight into it as well. Oh, and it would ease Ms. Wesly's conscience a little, too."

Hermione nodded and launched into the tale, making sure to not leave anything out. Any minor detail could be crucial to them.

"You see, sir, Ginny, I think that when the time-turner broke, she and I were somehow transported farther back in time than we would have hoped, ending up here, in 1976." she summed up. She stole a glance at Ginny, whose face was impassive, showing only one who knew her well that she was a little startled by the information.

"Interesting. The only problem we have then is this: How do we get you home?" he asked, looking from girl to girl with a grim expression. "I'm afraid that a time-turner cannot send one into the future, even if by accident."

Hermione nodded her head. She'd already known this little bit of information from her previous experiences with the time-turner in her 3rd year. "Yes, sir."

By this time, Ginny seemed to have regained herself. "Well, at least I don't have to worry about what my family thinks of my lycanthropy!" she said, smiling feebly.

Hermione offered her a half-smile. Dumbledore continued on. "However, I have reason to believe that time-travel can be achieved. There has been some talk, mere rumours, mind you, but talk nonetheless, of a man in America who had unearthed some sort of spell." he said, then smiled once more at the girls. "But, alas, many rumours turn out to be false in the end. Perhaps this will be one of those times, but then again, maybe not. We can only try our best, can we not?"

Both girls nodded. Suddenly, a thought hit Hermione like a ton of very heavy (and very bright red) bricks. If this plan worked, she would lose Sirius again. Could she handle that?

It was a selfish thought, but she couldn't help it. She had gotten what she'd been in the woods for in the first place. She had gotten him back. Now, was she just going to let him be lost to her again?

She brushed aside her thoughts and looked up to see Dumbledore giving he an odd sort of look.

"Well, there seems to be some time on our hands until I get in touch with the man. Until then, there is only one possible thing for the two of you to do." he paused in his speech to conjure up what the girls recognized as the sorting hat and stool. "You must attend school here. Education is extremely important, no matter what time you hail from."

Hermione wasn't sure how she was going to handle being so close to Sirius again without leaping onto him and professing her undying love for him, but, she just grinned along with Ginny, who seemed intrigued by the thought.

"Now, may I ask you what years you were in in your time?" he said, motioning for them both to come to the stool that he had placed in front of him, the hat sitting haphazardly on top.

"I was…er…am in my 7th year." Hermione stated. Then, as an after thought, added, "Oh, and I was Head Girl as well."

At this, Dumbledore smiled. "Of course you were, and a worthy choice, at that. But, unfortunately, we already have somebody holding that title here, so you must accept my apologies."

Hermione nodded and watched as Ginny, who was now wearing an odd expression, stepped towards Dumbledore.

"Sir? May I ask you something?" she said, nervousness in her voice. The Professor nodded. "Well, you see, sir, in our time, I am only in my 6th year. But as Hermione and I are together here and we don't know anyone, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind moving me up so that we could stay together?" she finished.

Hermione smiled. She hadn't expected this, but she had to admit that it was a brilliant idea if she thought about it. She certainly didn't have any desire to face this foreign time alone.

Dumbledore smiled as if he'd been expecting something completely different. "I think that is a wonderful idea, Ms. Wesly, so long as Ms. Granger agrees to help catch you up on your studies."

Ginny looked to Hermione, who was beaming. "Well, of course I'll help you!"

"Great! Now that we have that settled, lets sort you two, shall we? Sorry that we have to do what I presume has already been done, but it's a precautionary measure. People change."

Hermione pondered this thought. People do change. She'd changed from the know-it-all mary-sue she'd been in her first few years of school. Now she was tough and hard, as a result of having her heart broken when Sirius had died. Things didn't seem to matter so much to her any more. She still got good grades, of course, but that was only because studying took her mind off of things. Not because she enjoyed learning anymore. She wondered vaguely what house the sorting hat would put a hard hearted, hurting girl in.

Ginny walked over to the sorting hat to be sorted first. She saw that Hermione was lost in her thoughts. That had been happening a lot over that past couple of years. As well as the sudden attitude change and lack of enthusiasm. They'd all been worried about her and had tried to get her to open up to them, and none more than Ginny, but she wouldn't. She remained a closed book. Ginny only knew from experience that her friend suffered from a broken heart. It was obvious to anyone that had suffered anything similar, no matter how bad it was.

She grabbed the hat from the stool after shooting another fleeting glance to Hermione and put it on her head. As soon as it made contact with her fiery locks, the hat said (as they were in no place for it to shout) 'Gryffindor', and she took it off almost as quickly, handing it to Hermione.

Hermione was nervous, to say the least. She placed the hat on her head and sat precariously on the edge of the accompanying stool. The blasted at was quiet for the longest time, which caused her anxiety to grow, before speaking.

"Well, well, well. You are difficult, eh?" the hat said. Hermione rolled her eyes in nervous impatience.

"You have a little of everything to offer: Honesty, bravery, kindness, knowledge, cunning…Yes you are quite the well-rounded little witch…" the hat continued.

'Oh, get on with it!' Hermione thought to herself, for the hat was telling her things that she already knew about herself.

"Impatient, aren't we?" the hat said, further annoying her. "You do have something, though, something none of the others had."

Now Hermione was listening raptly. 'What?' she said/thought to the hat.

"A broken heart." It said simply. "And for enduring that for all this time, there is no doubt what house you should be in. Gryffindor." it finished up, and she was just about to take it off her head before it spoke up one more time.

"Be wary, Ms. Granger. A once broken heart may be mended with time. However, a shattered heart ay never be recovered."

Hermione didn't get a chance to ask the hat what it meant before she felt the hat being lifted off her head. Ginny was looking at her with a puzzled expression.

"Merlin! That took forever. I thought that it would never sort you." she said, smiling at her friend.

Hermione smiled in return and looked towards the headmaster. She decided that now wasn't the best time for the truth. "Well, it seems that I am a very well-rounded student. It was naming all my redeeming qualities and why I would do well in each house, even Slytherin." she supplied, giving her friend a look that told her quite plainly that she would explain further later.

Ginny noticed this and nodded her head.

Dumbledore clapped his hands together and looked at a watch that was dangling from one of his pockets. "Would you look at that! It's Lunch already! I must go, but you two can dine here, if you like, or we could unleash you on your housemates early, though your classes won't start until tomorrow."

Ginny glanced at Hermione, who looked as if she were going to be sick at the thought of food. Hastily she made a decision. She was sick and tired of this hospital wing already, and she felt that the only way to help Hermione to get over her broken heart was to get her mind off it. The only way to do that was to get her around people.

"We'll eat in the Great Hall, sir." she said, receiving a questioning look from Hermione, who said nothing, however.

"Very well. Here," he said, waving his wand, "are some robes that you will be required to wear as part of the uniform. You can find those that I introduced you to earlier, can't you? They are in Gryffindor as well. I am sure they will welcome you with open arms." he said, allowing them each a few minutes in the bathrooms to change. When they came out, he lead them down to the Great Hall, eventually separating from them to go up to the head table.

Ginny decided to take the initiative when it came to going over to Remus, Sirius, and James and asking them if they could eat, as all Hermione seemed to be able to do was stare.

"Hello." Ginny said, approaching Remus first. All the boys turned and grinned at them. It was then that she noticed another in their midst, Peter Pettigrew and a girl, which she assumed was Lily Evans.

"Why, hello there, Ginny, Hermione! How wonderful to see you!" James said in his exaggerated tone. Remus offered her a shy smile, and Sirius beamed past her to Hermione. "What can we do for you?"

Ginny motioned to her robes. "Looks like you aren't getting rid of us, are you?" she joked.

"Well, I'll be! Can you believe it, Remus, Sirius? Our charges are in our own house! Coincidence? I think not!" he said, playfully jabbing the air with his finger.

The girl, Lily, rolled her eyes. "Honestly, James!" she then turned to Ginny and Hermione. "Would you two care to sit down? We can make room."

They both nodded. Soon, Ginny was seated between Remus and Sirius, and Hermione was across from them beside of Lily.

"I'm Lily Evans, Head Girl." Lily said, holding out her hand.

"Ginny Wesly. Pleased to meet you."

Hermione held her hand out next and said the first words since she had left the hospital wing.

"Hermione Granger." She was now positive that she would need a bit of luck to get her through being here. She still loved him, that much was painfully obvious. And he still didn't even know.

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