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November 1, 1977

The Headmaster's Office – 6:40 pm

3rd Person POV:

"So, Hermione, I've only called some of our most important and trustworthy members for this meeting, so we can talk over what you know. I think that the only way they will trust you is for you to tell them where – or should I say when – you are from." Albus steepled his fingers and leaned forward, "Is that alright with you?"

Hermione paused, taken back by what he was asking, "Who are you going to call? And, are you sure this is a good idea?"

"The Weasleys, the Potters, Alastor Moody, the Prewetts, Caradoc Dearborn, Minerva, and Kingsley Shacklebolt. That's all. And yes, Hermione, I'm sure that this is safe. After all, it is only a small number of people who will know."

"Well, okay, I suppose that's alright."

"Wonderful! Let's head over to the Burrow then?"

"Okay- Wait. What?"

"The Burrow is the Weasley's home."

"No, I-I knew that I just, well, I'd forgotten I'd actually have to see people that I knew from the nineties.

He chuckled, "Yes, that might be something you would want to remember."

Hermione only rolled her eyes in response and stepped into the fireplace, calling out, "The Burrow!" And throwing the dust down, she was swept away in a sea of green flames.

Stumbling out of the fireplace, Hermione was met with the staring of unfamiliar faces and a wand in her face, "Erm," she stood up, brushing the soot off her clothes, "Hi. Um, I'm Hermione Granger."

Alastor Moody stepped forward, wand still pointed at her, "What are you doing here?"

Her eyes widened the tiniest bit before she replied, "Albus didn't tell you I was coming?"

"What are you? Sixteen? Seventeen? That's Professor Dumbledore, to you." He paused, glaring at her, "And no. We were unaware that you were coming here," he trailed off.

"Well, um, he should be coming through in a moment."

"Okay, you can give me your wand until then," he said gruffly.

"What?! N-" at his glare, she sighed, "Fine," and dropped the wooden stick in his hand, huffing.

A few minutes passed with Moody glaring at her, and Hermione staring back, but thankfully, she was saved by Minerva, who had been in the kitchen with Molly.

Walking into the room and seeing Hermione, Minerva embraced her 'daughter,' "Hermione! I didn't expect you to be here so early."

"Yeah, Albus sent me through, but I don't know what's taking him so long."

"Alright, then, have you been introduced to everyone?"

As Hermione was about to answer, Moody cut in, "Minerva? What's a student doing here?"

"Hmm? Oh! This is Hermione Granger – she's going to be a member of The Order." Minerva discreetly winked at Hermione, both silently remembering their earlier agreement to not tell anyone of their relationship.

"I- What?! I wasn't aware we were inducting any members today." He narrowed his eyes.

"Well, I suppose Albus must've forgotten to mention it." She paused before noticing something, "Is that her wand? Alastor, give it back to her, I can assure you she is completely trustworthy and!" She continued before he could cut her off, "When Albus arrives, he will back me up on this."

When he hesitated, she rolled her eyes and snatched it away, handing it to Hermione, who murmured "Thanks," and gripped it tightly in her fist.

Before the war, she was perfectly fine without her wand (perks of being muggle-born), but now, she always kept it with her, and, although she was loath to admit it, it had become a crutch for her, even when she wasn't using it. It made her feel safe, or at least, as safe as she could feel – she was still constantly nervous and jumpy, as though she would have to fight any second.

A minute passed, and finally Albus stepped through the fireplace, "Sorry about that, Horace wanted to discuss something."

"It's fine," said Moody, "now, are you going to tell us what she's doing here?" He jerked his head towards Hermione.

Minerva opened her mouth to retort, but Albus hurriedly stepped in between them before another argument could begin, "Hermione will be inducted today, and I believe she will be extremely valuable to us and the cause."

"Humph. She's young. Still in school." Moody paused, not mentioning how she had beat him in their duel, "Miss Granger, how old are you?"

"Nineteen, sir."

"You dueled in Donovan's class."

"Yes, sir."

"If you're nineteen, why the hell are you still at Hogwarts?"

"Er, well, you see, first of all, I have an early birthday, secondly, I couldn't take my seventh year last year, so this year, I came back to finish." She conveniently left out how in her third year, she used a time turner, and of course, the much bigger incident with a different time turner.

"Wonderful!" Albus clapped his hands together, "Now you two are acquainted – although, Alastor, you did already know her," he grinned, "we can get started."

Everyone sat down at the large dining table and a dark-haired man spoke up, "Headmaster, what's going on? Why were we all called here?"

An identical man nodded, and with a start, Hermione realized they were the Prewett twins, "Yeah, where's everyone else?"

"Everything will be explained by Hermione here, but let's do introductions first."

A round of nods went through the room. Seeing her discomfort, Molly stepped forward, "I'm Molly Weasley, and this," she nodded at her husband, "is Arthur, my husband, welcome to our home," she smiled, and Hermione felt a wave of homesickness sweep through her.

"Hi," she offered a small smile.

Kingsley nodded at her, "I'm Kingsley Shacklebolt."

"We're the Prewetts – Fabian and Gideon," they grinned in unison.

The tall blonde man – the only one she didn't know – said, "I'm Caradoc Dearborn."

Albus finished, "Of course, you already know Minerva, Alastor, and myself."

Hermione nodded.

"Headmaster," Molly called out, "the Potters said they're going to be late, but they should be here in about 45 minutes."

"Alright then, while we wait, Molly, dear, do you mind if we start dinner?"

"Of course not," the woman smiled, and flicked her wand a few times, food appearing on the table, "I'm going to go call the children."

A few minutes later Bill and Charlie came tumbling down the stairs, followed by Molly, who was holding what Hermione assumed to be baby Percy.

When Bill and Charlie spotted her at the table, they immediately rushed over to the unfamiliar face.

"Hello!" Bill grinned at her, "I'm Bill, who are you?"

"I'm Hermione," she smiled back, and turned to Charlie, "and who are you?"

Taking his thumb out of his mouth and whispered, "I'm Charlie."

"Well, Bill, Charlie, it's lovely to meet you boys."

"It's nice to meet you, too! You're very pretty!" Bill stared up at her.

"Thank you, Bill," she laughed.

His eyes widened a little, and he promptly seated himself in her lap, chattering excitedly, "Did you know I'm six? But I'm gonna be seven soon! That's really big! Mum says I can have a birthday party!"

"Wow! That's cool!" She turned to Charlie, who was still standing next to her, "And how old are you, Charlie?"

He blinked at her and held up four fingers, "I-I'm gonna be five in De-cem-ber," he stumbled over his words.

"That's wonderful Charlie," she pulled him up to sit on her other leg, and both boys cuddled into her – clearly they had taken quite the liking to her.

A little while later, the fireplace turned green and a couple stepped out, warmly greeting everyone, "Hello, everyone, so sorry we were late, Charlus got caught up in a meeting."

Hermione's eyes widened when she realized it was Charlus and Dorea Potter – Harry's grandparents. Charlus had messy (mostly) grey hair, brown eyes, and looked exactly like an older version of his son. Dorea had thick black hair, a motherly air about her, and piercing grey eyes that reminded Hermione of her heritage.

As Bill and Charlie went upstairs, everyone sat down once again, and the food was cleared away, Albus turned the attention to Hermione, "It's time we talk about why this meeting was called. And, well, to shorten the story by quite a bit: We have found a way to destroy Voldemort."

Gasps echoed through the room, followed by cries of, "Really?" and "How?"

The Headmaster held up a hand, glancing at Hermione, who swallowed thickly and gave a small nod, "Hermione can explain."

All heads turned to her, and she took a deep breath, "Horcruxes. Voldemort split his soul into seven pieces. To kill him, we must find and destroy those pieces. However, at this moment, there are only five, I believe."

The first person to speak was Moody, "What do you mean by he made seven, but there are only five?"

She looked up, "Well, where – or rather, when – I come from, there are seven, but he hasn't made the last two yet, and hopefully, he never will."

Silence.

Finally, one of the Prewett's realized what she was saying, "So…You're from the future?!"

"Er, yeah. May, 1998, the Final Battle of the Second Wizarding War. I accidentally came back in the middle of the battle, but I had made plans to come back after it was over – too many people had already died. People whose deaths were preventable."

"How do we know we can trust you?" Moody stared suspiciously at her.

"She's already taken Veritaserum to prove it," Albus said, "I can assure you, she is telling the truth, and she is invaluable to our cause."

Silence.

(Again)

"Well, then, dear, we ought to thank you." Molly smiled at her.

Looking up, Hermione stared at her in shock, "W-What?"

"If you've come to the past and left – quite literally – your whole world behind, to help us, then the least we can do is thank you."

"Alright Hermione," Albus continued, "why don't you start from the beginning and tell us what you know?"

"Okay," she took a deep breath, "so, on October 31st, 1981, James and Lily Potter were murdered by Voldemort, who had gone to their house to try and kill their son, Harry. However, Voldemort failed, and Harry was taken to live with his aunt and uncle – the Dursleys. The only reason Harry didn't die was because Lily's love protected him. He was the only person ever recorded to have survived the killing curse."

Hermione ignored the gasps and continued, "Anyway, he had a horrible childhood, but when he was eleven he went to Hogwarts, where I met him. I'm a muggle-born witch, and as all muggle-borns, I found out about Hogwarts when I turned eleven. But, anyway, I went to Hogwarts, and – Headmaster, if you don't mind, I'm going to skip over all the small details – I became friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley."

"Our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher – Professor Quirrell – well… He sort of had Voldemort on the back of his head. It's very complicated, and I'm not sure I could explain it properly, but the point is, Voldemort was using Quirrell to try to get to the Sorcerer's Stone."

She paused, "You know, what the Flamel's use. Voldemort's whole motive – what his life is completely based on – is becoming immortal. Ruling the world comes second to that, to him. Oh, and by the way, his real name is Tom Riddle – makes him a lot less scary, huh?"

"Anyway, at the end of the year, Harry, Ron, and I – mostly Harry – managed to stop Tom from getting the stone, and Quirrell died."

"Er, I'm going a bit out of order, but so much stuff happened, so I'm going to explain Horcruxes, really quickly. So, basically, Riddle made seven, as I said – his diary, Marvolo Gaunt's ring, Salazar Slytherin's locket, Helga Hufflepuff's Cup, Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem, his snake – Nagini, and, accidentally, Harry Potter himself."

"Right now, only the diary, ring, locket, cup, and diadem have been made, so we only have to destroy five pieces of his soul, and then him, rather than seven plus him."

Hermione explained everything that had happened during their second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth years, conveniently leaving out the parts about her petrification, Sirius' imprisonment, Umbridge's abuse, Snape's 'betrayal', and Albus' death. So far, there hadn't been any questions, and Hermione was quite grateful for that.

"Okay, so for our seventh year, well, we didn't go to Hogwarts. Instead, we went on a hunt for the Horcruxes, which was quite fun," she made a face.

"We camped out in the Forest of Dean for most of the time and managed to find all the Horcruxes. A lot happened, but none of it is truly crucial so I'll skip to the important bits. So, um, we broke into the Ministry to get the locket. And, well, you see, when someone has a horcrux on them for a while, their mood is affected quite a bit, and Ron had the locket on him for a while, and we had a fight, and he left for a while."

She ignored the cries of indignation and continued, "He came back after a while, and we figured out that Voldemort was after the Deathly Hallows – the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Invisibility Cloak." She glanced at the Potter's and at Dumbledore, "Anyway, Riddle had placed a taboo on his name, so if anyone said 'Voldemort,' Snatchers – basically people who would capture you – would show up and take up, well, wherever. Harry accidentally says his name, and we were captured and taken to Malfoy Manor. Oh, by the way, when Ron came back, he destroyed the locket. But, moving on, we got out of Malfoy Manor, and when we recovered, we broke into Gringotts and stole the cup."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to say that Albus destroyed the ring during our sixth year. So, next, we went to Hogwarts, where the Final Battle took place. I destroyed the cup with Ron, and we found and destroyed the diadem, too. The only horcruxes that were left were Harry and Nagini. Harry found out he was a Horcrux and went to go sacrifice himself-" here, Hermione had to take a few deep breaths to prevent her tears from spilling over,

"and, well, I couldn't really tell you what happened after that because I ran into Bellatrix, got stabbed – lovely experience, by the way, would definitely recommend – and then got sent here."

The room was silent, except for Hermione's quiet sniffles.

"So, yeah. That's what happened. And I'm here to prevent it from happening."

The room finally erupted, people talking over and to each other all at once. After they calmed down, Albus spoke up, "Well, I think that's enough for tonight, Hermione has already written down most of this, including where she thinks the horcruxes are right now, and Death Eaters from her time, and given me those papers, so I think that it is time we end this meeting, it is already quite late, and Hermione has school tomorrow, as do Minerva and I."

Slowly, everyone filed out of the room, nodding and saying goodbye to Hermione, who tried her best to smile back.

Finally, they were left with just the Weasley's, the Potters, and Albus and Minerva. Albus made his way to the Floo, "I'll leave all of you to say goodbye, I believe Horace wants to continue his conversation from earlier."

Charlus and Dorea approached Hermione, and she couldn't help but panic slightly, her eyes widening and her breathing becoming somewhat labored. Minerva saw this happen, and hurried over to her surrogate daughter, "Hermione, dear, breathe, please – Molly, do you mind grabbing her a glass of water."

After a few minutes, Hermione had calmed down, and hurriedly apologized, "I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen, I-"

Dorea gently cut her off, "It's alright dear, it must be rather overwhelming to see everyone like this. We just wanted to thank you for everything you've done and everything you're trying to do. I know it's bigger than our family, but if everything goes right, you'll end up saving our family."

Hermione swallowed thickly, and gave a shaky smile, "Harry was – is – no, was, no, ugh, I don't know. He was my best friend, and, well, I would do anything for him."

"Thank you, dear," grey eyes smiled at her, and the Potters left the Burrow.

The Weasleys smiled at her, and Molly said, "We're very grateful for everything, and we look forward to seeing you again. You're always welcome here."

Arthur grinned, "Yeah, I especially think that Bill and Charlie will want to see you soon, again."

Hermione gave a watery laugh in response, thanked the Weasleys, and followed Minerva to the Floo, and back to Hogwarts.

Finally making it to the Gryffindor Common Room, she closed the portrait behind her, and leaned against the wall, taking deep, shaky breaths, in an attempt to calm herself.

"Erm, Hermione?"

She started, eyes shooting open, only to see Remus staring at her from across the room, surrounded by the rest of the Marauders.

"Oh, hi, Remus. Hi guys."

Sirius' brow furrowed as she made her way towards them, and he asked, "What are you doing here so late?"

"Yeah," James chimed in, "why were you out so late? Shouldn't you be in bed?"

Hermione stared at him for a moment, before giving a short laugh, "What are you, my mother?"

"No, but we want to know what you were doing." Sirius said.

"I just," she paused, thinking frantically, "um, had some stuff to do in the library. Homework, you know. Anyways, I'm quite tired, I'm going to bed now, see you in the morning. Bye."

She quickly hurried up the stairs to the girl's dorm, pausing when she was out of sight, to listen to what they were saying.

"She wasn't on the map, at all."

"Yeah, what do you think she was doing?"

"Guys, maybe she had her own reasons for being out of Hogwarts," thank Merlin for Remus, she thought.

"I don't know, Moony," Sirius replied, "did you guys notice a lot of Slytherins were out, too?"

"Yeah, do you really think she could be a Death Eater?" James questioned.

Hermione's eyes widened, they thought she was a Death Eater?

Unable to listen anymore, she rushed up to her room and collapsed on the bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

Little did she know, she had forgotten to put up silencing charms for the night.

A/N: Hope you liked the chapter! Sorry for such a slow update, life has been super crazy. Anyways, don't forget to vote and comment!

– zoe :)