A/N: This is for Hogwarts Assignment 6, Media Studies task #2: Sci-Fi – Travelers- Write about time travel. This is also for Autumn Seasonal Challenge, Days of the year - Young Readers Day: Write about Hermione. It's 1194 words.

Hermione stared at the wizard before her unable to believe what she was seeing.

"Who are you?" Regulus asked narrowing his eyes.

"I'm Hermione," she replied.

"Your surname?" he demanded.

"Granger."

"That's not a wizarding name," Regulus stated.

"No, it's not."

She wasn't quite sure what he was going to do with the information, nor just how she was going to explain her sudden appearance. Surely he wouldn't believe her if she told him she was from the future?

"How did you appear in my room?"

"I don't know. One minute I was in my room and the next I was here," Hermione lied.

"A likely story. How about you tell me the truth, Hermione. If, Hermione really is your name," Regulus said scathingly.

"You wouldn't believe me," she said, shaking her head.

"I will believe anything more than you just appeared here for no reason," he retorted.

Gripping the fragments of the time turner in her hand, Hermione could only hope that he would let her show him the evidence before throwing her out of Grimmauld Place.

"I'm from about twenty years in the future. We were cleaning out your room when I found a time turner. One of my friends accidently knocked into me and it broke, sending me here. I have no chance of getting home, and I have nowhere to go," she told him.

After a moment of silence Regulus started to laugh. Not quite the bark of laughter his brother was known for, but a full belly laugh nonetheless.

"You really had me going for a moment," he said, after catching his breath.

"I'm not lying. I have the broken pieces here with me," Hermione said, frowning.

"That's the story you're sticking to?" he said in disbelief.

"It's the truth."

"Then prove it," he demanded.

Hermione couldn't get over the sudden changes in his personality, and wondered just when in his life she had come back to.

Perhaps he has just changed his mind, she thought

"Well, you said you have proof, show me," Regulus demanded.

She stretched out her hand and opened it up.

The gold metal was twisted and the hourglass inside was cracked. All the sand had flowed out leaving the glass see through.

Regulus took the device from her and examined it closely.

"It seems as if I may have been mistaken," he said begrudgingly.

Hermione let out a breath she didn't know that she been holding. The fact he now believed her story was good, but that didn't guarantee that he would help her.

"What were you doing cleaning out my room?" Regulus asked.

"Grimmauld Place was left to Sirius' godson, and he has been renovating it. I volunteered to help."

"Potter's child? What's happened to my family are they...dead?" he asked swallowing thickly.

"I'm so sorry. Only Andromeda, and Narcissa are left," she said softly.

Regulus was silent for a few minutes obviously trying to get his head around the fact his entire family bar two cousins were dead.

Hermione turned around to give him some space and examined the rest of the room. Her blood ran cold as she saw all the new articles of Voldemort's activities hung up like posters.

He did take them down before he died, she thought.

A feeling of panic began to rise in her chest.

What if he won't help me? What will I do then?

There was no way that Hermione would be able to try and find out a way to get home without help. If she could get home that was.

"What year did you say you were from?"

"I'm from 1999. What year is it now?" Hermione asked turning back to face him.

"1979."

Hermione recalled that that was the year he had died. She wondered if he had already begun to lose faith in his mater by that point.

"Has the Voldemort summoned you and asked to borrow Kreacher yet? she asked.

"How did you- nevermind."

"I know a lot of things, Regulus."

"He summoned me two weeks ago. Kreacher has only just got better," he informed her.

"I know what you want to do, and I can help," Hermione said.

His eyes widened for a moment.

"He made more than one, Regulus. My friends and I destroyed all of them in the future, but if I have no way to go back, than I will try and destroy them now. I will need help though," Hermione told him.

"He made more than one?" Regulus asked faintly.

"Yes, he made seven altogether. According to Harry, he wanted a magically powerful number."

"How many does he have now?"

"At least four, maybe five. One won't be created for another two years, and the last for at least ten," Hermione said.

Regulus took a step back and sat on his bed.

"I followed him and took the Mark because I believed that mudbloods were beneath us, and that they don't have a place in our world. I knew that he and the rest of my brethren practiced Dark Magic, but horcruxes! They are the darkest of the dark, forbidden magic that should never be used. Do you know how they are made?" he asked, sounding disgusted.

"Yes, I read Secrets of the Darkest Art as research on how to destroy them," Hermione replied.

She was so sickened by what she had read, that once the war was over she burnt the book. There was no way Hermione was going to be responsible for someone else creating one of those foul things.

"Then you know one of the reasons why I've turned against him."

"And the other is his treatment of Kreacher," she murmured.

"Yes."

Hermione wondered why Regulus was being so open and honest with her even though they had just met. From what she knew about him from Kreacher, he didn't confide in anyone how he felt. Hence the reason he ordered the elf to stay silent about how he died.

Perhaps he's doing it because you know, she thought.

"If we did do this, how would it work?" he asked.

"I would tell you what they are, where some are, or will be, and we would try and get them and destroy them. Once that's done we can make a move on him," Hermione saide.

Regulus seemed to be thinking it over.

It was a big thing to ask him to do as it meant there was more chance of getting caught.

"Would I have to keep pretending to be on his side?" he asked warily.

"I'm afraid so. Lucius and Bellatrix were given one each. Only you would be able to retrieve them."

"I will agree to do it, but we will do theirs last. I don't want him to suspect me until it's too late," Regulus said, sighing.

"I agree we should leave them until last," Hermione said.

"Why don't you tell me about the rest of them?"

The next hour was exhausting for Hermione. Having to recall all about the horcruxes made her relive the fear and anxiety she felt whilst being on the run.

At least this time I will have a head start, she thought.