Obvs this all belongs to JKRowling

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The first thing Hermione did when she stopped spinning was get sick. She was certainly not delicate about it either as she fell to her knees and retched all over the cold stone floor. She didn't have the presence of mind to take stock of where she was, only that she didn't have anything left in her stomach to throw up – not that there was much in there in the first place.

"Do you think she's okay, Padfoot?" Hermione's head shot up and she threw a curse in the direction of the voices. It was weak and she didn't know if it connected.

"Okay enough to throw dark magic," the voice answered. "Go get Dumbledore."

Hermione couldn't get up off her knees. She tried to lift her head but whatever happened to her had drained her mind and body of whatever strength she had left and she fell to the floor, hitting her head in the process. For the first time in weeks she fell into unconsciousness.

It could have been hours, days, or weeks later before Hermione woke up. She honestly wasn't sure and truly didn't want to know. All she knew is that everything hurt. Her bones, her eyes, her heart, her head – everything. Mostly though, her mouth was so dry she could barely swallow.

When she was able to peek her eyes open she saw white walls and people milling around. She reached instinctively for her wand but nobody was shooting curses at her or each other. Where exactly was she?

She decided to inventory her surroundings. She was in a bed. The kind of bed that had siderails. Okay, Hermione thought, a hospital of sorts. There was a window next to her bed that looked over a city, London maybe? Could she be at Saint Mungos? Last she heard it was taken over by Death Eaters.

"Oh Dear, you're awake!" Hermione tried again to reach for her wand but she realized that she didn't know where it was and honestly, her arms hurt too badly to try again. "Don't move to much darling. You've been through quite an ordeal!"

"Whe-" Hermione tried but her throat was too dry. "Water?" she rasped out. The Mediwitch reached over and conjured her a drink.

"Here darling, drink slowly." Hermione took a small sip and coughed almost immediately. "Easy, dear. Try again." Hermione took another small sip and could have cried at the pain and relief at the cold liquid going down her dry through. "There you go. Have some more." Hermione allowed the witch to give her almost half a glass before trying to talk again.

"Where am I?" The MediWitch took a seat next to her and pushed her hair back off her face.

"You are on the Fourth Floor of Saint Mungo's in London," she answered honestly. Hermione sort of figured that. That was the Spell Damage floor. This was the floor that Alice and Frank Longbottom were on. What happened to her?

"How did I get here?"

"You were found in Hogwarts by two students. Nobody knew who you were so the Headmaster brought you here." What did she mean they didn't know who she was?

"They didn't know who I was?" she asked in disbelief. The MediWitch shook her head with a small smile. "Do you know who I am?"

"I'm sorry honey, I can't say that I do." Hermione looked at her shocked. She was on just about every wanted poster out there. How could this lady not know who she was?

"Wait a minute," Hermione's mind was going about two hundred miles an hour. "You said the Headmaster brought me here."

"Yes dear, Professor Dumbledore." Hermione's mouth dropped open in shock. Dumbledore couldn't have brought her there. Dumbledore was very dead. She saw his broken body after he fell off the astronomy tower.

"That can't be right. He's dead." The witch looked at her in confusion.

"No dear, he actually wished to be alerted when you woke up. He would like to have a word with you. I would just like a Healer to come give you a once over before I fetch him. I'll just be a minute." The witch left and Hermione stared at the place she just vacated.

Dumbledore is alive.

She's in Saint Mungo's.

They don't know who she is.

"What the bloody hell is going on?"

"Hello, dear," said an older women who came in with white dress robes. "How are you feeling?" She had a white clip board in her hand. She must be the Healer, Hermione thought.

"I'd be better if I knew where my wand was. Or what happened to me." She chuckled.

"All in due time, dear. Do you remember what happened to you?" Hermione racked her brain. She didn't remember anything. Well, she remembers Voldemort trying to breach the castle, she remembers needing to get the diadem but nothing after that. She doesn't remember why she's here.

"No, ma'am."

"That's okay. Do you know what your name is?" She looked at the Healer skeptically. If they didn't know who she was, should she keep it that way? No, they could take a lot of things away from her but they couldn't take her name.

"Hermione."

"That is a beautiful name, Hermione. Not one I've heard before." Hermione could have choked on her water again. The Healer ran Hermione through a series of complex healing magic to ensure that there was no long term damage.

"What happened to me?" Hermione asked. She hated not knowing and not remembering did not make it any easier. She needed her bag, she needed her books.

"We are not sure, Hermione. What I can tell you is that once you remember we may be able to help you further. At this time I think you need to stay here and rest for a while longer. I believe that medically you are in a stable state. Psychologically we may have some things to work on."

Hermione scrunched her eyebrows together. What the hell did that mean? The Mediwitch from before popped her head back into the room.

"I apologize for the interruption but the boys are back and are wreaking havoc in the tea room. I told them you were in here. May I let them in?" Hermione's heart sped up a bit and she finally cracked a smile.

"Harry and Ron are here?" the witch tilted her head at her.

"No dear, it's the boys from Hogwarts who found you. Been here as often as they could sneak out I would imagine - James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter."

"I'm sorry?" Hermione asked, her shock rendering her just about speechless. There is absolutely no way she just heard her correctly.

"James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter. I believe their sixth year at Hogwarts. Gryffindors by the look of their robes. They have been coming to see you off and on for the last two weeks since they found you in the hallway." Hermione felt faint.

"No, no, no, no, no, no," she muttered more to herself than anything. The two witches were looking at her in concern.

"What's wrong, dear?" Hermione took a deep breath and steeled herself before asking the question that she already knew the answer to.

"What year is it?" This didn't seem to be the question that they thought she was going to ask.

It's 1977."

"Oh no," Hermione said, "I need to see Professor Dumbledore. Now."

"But the boys-"

"No, I need the Headmaster. Please, it's important." This was not okay. She thought as hard as she could. How did she end up here? What could have possibly happened? Where was Harry? Where was Ron? The MediWitch seemed to realize that Hermione was starting to lose it because after she summoned the Headmaster she brought her a calming draught. Hermione wanted nothing to do with it.

"Take this dear it will help."

"No! I won't do anything until Professor Dumbledore gets here!" she was bordering hysterical. All she could think about was the consequences Professor McGonagall warned her about in third year about witches and wizards who meddled with time. Now here she was 21 years in the past.

"He should be right along but this will help clear your head," she said gently.

"I don't need it!" Hermione slapped her hand away and then realized just how out of control she was. The blue liquid shooting across her vision made something flash in her memory. Had he been hit with a curse in the shoulder? Was it Harry? Where were they? "I am so sorry," Hermione said, instantly ashamed of herself. The witch gave her a small smile.

"No worries, dear. I'll just clean this up," with a quick flick of her wand it was gone. That brought Hermione back to one of her original questions.

"Do you know where my wand is?"

"I believe I may have that answer for you." Professor Dumbledore swept into the room, dark blue robes flitting around him as his presence seemed larger than life. Hermione couldn't help but smile. She was disgusted with him for many reasons – mainly raising Harry so that he could die when it was convenient, however, it was a relief to see him alive and smiling at her.

"Professor Dumbledore," she said with a giant smile. He smiled back at her, peering over his half moon spectacles.

"Well, it seems as if we've been acquainted before. Forgive me if I've forgotten." His tone was pleasant and simply curious. Hermione shook her head and cast a glance at the hospital staff. The Healer and MediWitch excused themselves so it was just Hermione and the Headmaster.

"Professor Dumbledore, my name is Hermione Granger, I was your student for six years. You came to my house and told me and my parents about magic." The curious smile never left Dumbledore's face. "I started at Hogwarts on September 1, 1991." This was the first thing she said that seemed to shock him. His eyes widened a little behind his glasses.

"1991 you say?"

"Yes sir," she told him slowly, "I'm not sure how much you want me to tell you." She was aware that her just being there means that things could change. "Not that anything could get any worse," she finished to herself.

"What was that Miss Granger?" he was looked at her in a calculating sort of way.

"I said not that things could get any worse." Was there really anything worse than a world where Voldemort has taken over?

"That does not sound promising," Dumbledore said. She shook her head. "In any case, let us not get too far ahead of ourselves. You have been through a trying time and I think it's best to let you rest while we figure out how best to move forward. I will have your wand returned to you shortly."

"Sir, where do I go from here?" she asked. What was she supposed to do? It's not like she could go to Hogwarts. It wasn't like she could change things. Or…

"I can speak with you before you leave and we can find you somet-"

"Sir, I want to change things." He sighed and shook his head.

"Miss Granger, awful things happen to witches and wizards who meddle with time." So she's been told.

"Sir, the war was over." He was walking towards the door. "The light lost. The Order are dead!" He stopped with his hand on the door and turned around.

"What did you say?" Hermione had his attention. It was all or nothing now. She was already here. If everyone she knew was ready to sacrifice themselves then so was she. Time consequences be damned.

"The Order failed, sir. Almost everyone is dead or captured. Look at my arm, sir."

Hermione held out her Mudblood carving. "Tom Riddle, he won. He made them, sir." Hermione knew that he would understand.

"How many?"

"Seven." Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed a color that she had never seen before.

"You understand that if you try and change things that it will be you that suffers those consequences Miss Granger?" Hermione steeled herself.

"I understand, sir. I'm ready to accept whatever happens as long as I can change what is coming." He nodded at her. "I would like to start at Hogwarts." He smiled at her.

"We will figure out a plan once I thinks things over and do some research into what you've told me. Does that sound fair?" Hermione nodded, this may be her only chance. If everything worked the way she needed it to, Voldemort would be vanquished before Harry could stop him – Harry could have parents.

"Sir, this could change everything. I have so much to tell you." He smiled and put a hand on her shoulder.

"All in due time Miss Granger, I will see you in due time." With that he left and not even before the door closed behind him it opened again. Hermione's eyes went wide as four teenage boys spilled into her room.