AN: I have finally decided which direction I am going with this, and have made some changes in the previous chapters, as there was parts there that I was not that happy about. None so big that you have to read it again if you have already read it. The biggest change (for the story) is that Hermione's parents spell was not possible to remove. I did that so that she would have more regrets over past actions. I have also (finally) figured out how to work the word document (turns out my grandmother is better with computers than me)… It took me some time to get used to write English again, as I have not written English for five years. But I finally feel comfortable to write in it again so updates will probably come faster now. If you are hoping for some Fremonie action in this chapter, I am sorry.. The couple will move slowly from here. I had originally planned to follow the canon as far as I could, and I think I will do that for a while forward, but I will eventually go off in another direction.

Hermione sat in a corner of the library, in the most deserted corner of the room, hoping that no one would notice her. Not that she thought that they would. When she reflected over the last time she went to Hogwarts, she remembered that never did anyone other than Harry interrupt her studies, and today, he had detention.

Two days had passed since Harry's outburst in class, and Hermione had been researching ever since. The table was filled with books, some written in runes and French, but that did not bother her. She was focused on finding an explanation and a reason to why she travelled back, and how.

She didn't notice the little first year that were standing next to her table, staring at her with big scared eyes tightly gripping an envelope. She didn't notice him before he was carefully nudging her arm.

"What!" she snapped, turning her head quickly to tell the intruder to bugger off. When she saw the pleading and scared face of the child, her face softened.

"I was tasked to give this to you" the boy stammered and gave her the envelope. Before she could ask him anything, he had run off.

Hermione inspected it carefully, throwing a few spells on it to look for anything dodgy. It was a habit she'd acquired after the hate mail in her fourth year. However, this seemed completely safe and she opened it carefully.

It was a letter from Dumbledore she vindicated quickly, recognising the winding and crooky handwriting from Harry's letters during 6th year. It was short, and she read it nervously.

Miss Hermione Jean Granger

Please report at my office at eight this evening.

Liquorice wand

Headmaster Dumbledore

Hermione realised that this meant that Dumbledore knew that something was up, and wanted to get to the bottom of it. She looked at the clock and it was half past seven. As she slowly packed up her things, she went over in her mind what to tell the headmaster. She was afraid that he would dismiss her, or force her to not make changes, or simply believe that she had lost her mind. However, she had valid arguments if her thoughts on the timetravel was right.

She'd been walking so slow that the clock was five on when she reached the gargoyle outside of Dumbledore's office.

"Liquorice wand" she told him and he stepped aside to let her pass through to the rotating staircase. She knocked on the door three times and waited patiently for an answer.

"Come in Miss Granger" she heard him say, and she opened the door carefully and stepped into his office.

"Be a dear and take a seat," he said with a smile while she closed the door after herself.

"Lemon drop?" he offered when she was seated. Hermione politely declined and waited for him to begin. Dumbledore observed her carefully, and Hermione could not help but feel a little unease under his stare. She had learned occulamatly last year, or six years from now if you decided to look at it from that perception. However, she knew that it would be impossible to withstand Dumbledore under pressure.

"So, Miss Granger, I have an inkling you have something to tell me, that something has changed?" Dumbledore started, looking at her with a little twinkle in his eye.

"How did you come to that conclusion?" she asked back, not sure where to start. She also wondered how he could have catched on to her.

"I will answer your question, but I need to know what happened to do so properly. As it is now, I am twirling between five possibilities, none of them likely. And I promise you, I will not think of you as, what is the term the youth use… a complete nutter."

"Well um, yes... if I only knew where to start" Hermione said

"The beginning is always a great place," Dumbledore said with a twinkle.

"If you know where the beginning is, maybe," Hermione said with a sigh. "Do you think it is possible to travel back in time, not in your body, but with your soul?" She asked, Dumbledore only raised an eyebrow for her to continue.

"The beginning is seven years forward in time, I was swimming in the sea, and I drowned. I died. I woke up as fifteen-year-old me at Grimmauld's place, without my scars from the battles. At first, I thought that I was dreaming, maybe even hallucinating, but as time went on it became clearer and clearer that it was true. That I actually have travelled back in time." Hermione looked at him anxiously, would he believe her, or were the healers already preparing her bed.

Dumbledore observed her closely. Hermione felt like she was being ex-rayed and did her best to push the right memories for him to see. The beach, the swimming, being dragged under, wakening up at Grimmaulds place.

"Well, this is extraordinary" he suddenly said, and moved to one of the instruments standing on the table, "it leaves out at least two of my theories."

"Which theories?" Hermione asked quizzically before she could stop herself. The great respect for the headmaster still strongly inherent, making it difficult to answer or question him. Dumbledore seemed undaunted by her question as he came back to sit by his desk.

"My theories to what happened to you over the summer. You see, I have this fine gadget, an invention I myself created, that shows the envelopment of one's persons, skills and personalities. It measures the envelopment of the inhabitants of Hogwarts, from the day they step into the school to the day they step out of it, graduated. I usually do not look at it, as I feel it steps over quite a few boundaries of privacy. However, this fall when you stepped into school again it started to blow out smoke. That indicated that you had evolved drastic over the summer, to so big degrees that my little gadget did not quiet down before this morning. At first, I was worried that you were some sort of imposter, but the fact that it is impossible to fool this gadget because it recognises one's souls and magic made me resolve to ask you why. My worst fear was that you had been meddling with some extremely dark magic, which is not something I would like for anyone, especially someone with your brain."

"So you believe me?" Hermione asked, processing this knew information fast. "How come Croach was an imposter all of last year without you noticing?"

"Observant, and yes to answer your question, I believe you. For Crouch, as I said, I do not have a habit for looking at it. I had almost forgotten I made it all those years ago until the other night. It also only measures people that are underage." Dumbledore's tone stopped Hermione from asking further questions on the matter.

"Do you have any theories for how this occurred?" He asked her, looking at her with expectation.

"I do, sort of. But I am certain there are some holes in my theory"

"A theory is but a theory, closer to the answer, but not the whole thing. Maybe your theory will enlighten my theories. Please continue," He said.

"My theory is that, well, I have this necklaces that I got as a present from a friend and I have worn it ever since. I had this necklace on me when I died, and it was the only thing that still was present when I woke up at Grimmauld's. The clothes I had been wearing, my scars, everything disappeared when I died. If it had not been for that necklace, I would have been sure I was dreaming. I was told that the neckless was made from the glass of a dozen broken timeturners. I have a theory that all the different kinds of time-magic, made it react the way it did. All that glass, all that sand is filled with powerful magic. I've also read that big wishes, big regrets can make magic do unexpected things."

"Can I see the piece?" Dumbledore asked intrigued. Hermione carefully touched her neck, but did not want to part from it. She could not remember the last time she took it off, and she did not want it to end up in the department of mysteries to be examined. Dumbledore saw Hermione's reluctances to give it away, "I will give it back straight away" he assured her and reached out his hand. She decided to trust him once more.

Dumbledore carefully took it, and looked at the twirling sand inside. He waved his wand at it a couple of times, before he looked at it with excitement in his eyes. Hermione noticed how his left hand, which hold the drop, was twisting to do a certain movement.

"Would you mind if I keep it for examination?"

"Yes, I would" she said, shocked by her own boldness.

"This is not the Pervell's stone." She continued and looked him in the eyes. His whole body froze visibly before he carefully handed it back, as if nothing had happened. Hermione put it back on, hiding it under her robes, feeling herself calm down to the comforting feeling of its weight on her chest.

She once again met Dumbledore's eyes, and felt for the first time frighten by him. He didn't look at her hostile, more thoughtfully. The gleam in his eyes reminded her that this was the man who made Harry live with the Dursleys, the man who sent three teenagers out on a deadly mission without any clues, the man who fed Harry to die by Voldemort's hand.

"I guess you know a lot," he finally said.

"Yes I do, and it is what I wanted to discuss with you" she continued, and decided that this had to either make it, or break. If she did not tell her case, she was sure that she would most defiantly walk out of his office without her memory.

"I lived through this, and survived the war. I know where thing went wrong and I know how to end it. I know every deatheater, I know who we can trust, who we can save, who we cannot trust, and most importantly, I know how to kill Voldemort. I believe that when I was sent back in time, I was sent back in a way that made me able to lessen the pain, end it sooner and spare us for more losses. I don't think the time loop that occurred when I travelled in my third year exist this time, because then it would have been two Hermione Grangers, the 22 year old, and the 15 year old. I think I died, and fate or something like that gave me a chance to put things right. Do a better job this time. I know that you won't know for sure how to kill Voldemort before April 1997, I know for sure today." She had spoken loud and clearly and was now almost breathless. She looked at him with eagerness, praying for him to believe her, to see that this was their chance to end it all before it started.

His face was stone cold as he answered.

"That is an interesting theory miss Granger, but I am not sure if I can put my faith to it"

She felt the flicker of hope she'd desperately maintained die, and the panic creeping into her like a dementors cold. She tightly gripped her wand on the inside of her robe.

AN: Dadaduuum! This is my attempt of a cliffhanger. I will try to update regularly from now on, as my ideas are jumping out of head… Whatever will Dumbledore do?