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Harry sat with a cup of cold coffee in his hands as he watched Ron pace furiously around the kitchen of the burrow. Neither he nor Ron had much sleep since Hermione went missing.

Bill and Charlie had just come home, sadly relaying to the boys that they had been, yet again, unsuccessful in their search for the girl. It had been two weeks. The remaining Order members and Aurors had searched every street, every alley, and every manor they could find, to no avail, and Harry and Ron were getting restless.

Harry let his eyes droop shut for just a second too long and he felt the exhaustion he had been trying so hard to avoid overtake him.

That is, until he heard a rapid tapping at the window before Ron flung it open and a small bird burst into the room.

Swiftly untying the letter attached to the animal's ankle, Ron briefly read the message before turning to his friend and saying, "McGonagall and Kingsley want to see us at Hogwarts."

Ron passed Harry the note before swiftly walking into the family room.

"Mr. Harry Potter and Mr. Ron Weasley,

I would like to request you join Mr. Shacklebolt and me at Hogwarts for a cup of tea at your earliest convenience. We will both be available all evening. You can floo directly from The Burrow into the Headmasters Office.

See you soon,

Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Minerva McGonagall"

"McGonagall and Kingsley?" Harry asked out loud, suddenly feeling more awake than he had in weeks, "For a cup of tea?"

"I don't know about you, but it sounds like they have something to tell us." Ron said as Harry followed him into the living room.

Throwing fistfuls of floo powder into the fireplace the two boys stepped into green flames and out onto the burgundy carpet of the circular office.

Harry's eyes roamed the room and rested on the Headmistress sitting gracefully behind the large walnut desk. Kingsley stood nearby, back turned to them as he studied something placed on a thin shelf.

"Ah, boys, thank you for coming so soon." McGonagall said tensely. "Please have a seat."

"Have you found her?" Ron blurted out before he even touched the chair.

Harry stared back at his former professor and he felt a pit sink in his stomach. Over the years Harry had figured out how to read her stony face, and he knew they weren't about to get good news.

"The situation is complicated." Kingsley said, voice rumbling as he turned around, "Bottom line is, we think we know where she is, but," he continued before either boy could get their hopes up too high, "We're not sure how she got there, and we're not sure when or if she'll return."

At the confused stares of the two boys, the Headmistress continued, "We believe Hermione has traveled into the past."

Of all the things Harry had prepared himself to hear, that was not one of them.

"Into the past?" Ron said slowly, "How is that possible?"

"We're not sure." Kingsley said solemnly.

"Well if you don't know how she got there, how do you know that's where she is?" Harry asked, trying to make sense of the situation.

"Because I remember her being there." Professor McGonagall explained. "You see boys, years ago, a mysterious young girl transferred into Hogwarts to complete her seventh year. Her name was Hermione Granger, and she was remarkably similar to the Hermione Granger we know now."

Harry didn't know what to say. He stared back at her, not understanding one bit.

"For years the other Professors and I, those of us that knew both girls, tried to make sense out of the situation." She went on to explain, "But now, after Hermione's disappearance, we are led to believe that they are the same Hermione Granger."

Harry glanced over at his best friend, noting that he looked as shocked as Harry felt.

"I know it is hard to believe," Kingsley attempted to explain further, "We think it was caused by a combination of her past experiences with time travel, the magical capacity her body contained, and the spell that hit her. It may sound like a reach, but it's the best explanation we have."

Harry sat there in disbelief. Crazy things happened in the magical world, but this? This just seemed too crazy for even the wizarding world.

As if he read Harry's thoughts, Kingsley said firmly, "Hermione Granger is not here. But there was a Hermione Granger that appeared in the past, the same time of year, under the same circumstances, identical to our Hermione."

Harry didn't know what to say. This can't be real. It's not possible.

"Unfortunately, Harry, it is real, and it is possible." His former professor responded, Harry was unaware he was even talking.

"How will she get back?" Harry asked, heart pounding, praying this was some sort of joke.

"We don't know." Kingsley said in a low voice.

Out of the corner of his eye Harry saw Ron's head snap up to face the man, but before he had the chance to speak, Professor McGonagall began, "What you boys need to understand is that this same situation occurred in the past as well. Hermione completely disappeared from that time, much like she did this one. We believe that when she disappears from that time, she will return here."

"And if she doesn't?" Harry couldn't help but ask, mind jumping to the worst.

"Once more, we don't know," The minister said apologetically as he stepped forward, "But we are meeting with the head of the Department of Mysteries soon to discuss the situation."

Ron, who had been quiet, cleared his throat and said, "How far? How far into the past did she go?"

McGonagall and Kingsley exchanged a look that filled Harry with uneasiness.

"Miss Granger traveled 21 years into the past." Professor McGonagall said tensely, voice just above a whisper.

"21 years?!" Ron shouted, "There's no way!"

21 years, Harry thought. That was longer than they had been alive.

And suddenly Harry's heart dropped. If it was 1998 right now, and Hermione had traveled 21 years into the past, then that would mean…

"She's in the year 1977?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"That's right." McGonagall confirmed, eyes meeting his, looking as if she knew exactly what he was thinking.

"And she's at Hogwarts?" He asked, his voice strained.

"She is." The headmistresses replied once more.

And Harry couldn't think. He could barely breathe. His mind was racing through a thousand thoughts at once yet he couldn't pinpoint a single one of them. He felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest; he was simultaneously able to feel every single cell in his body yet completely numb.

He didn't know what to do, so he said the only coherent thought his mind could create.

"She's with my parents."