Previously in 1977

Once she had her bag she went back into the bathroom to check out what she had inside. She found her parents letter along with necessary survival tools. A tent, books, money and even some food in stasis. Ever since they broke into Gringotts she has kept all her money on her. The Goblins are still not happy with her. They allowed Harry off with a fine. Because he was a very wealthy young man they forgave him. Her, not so much.

Not only does she carry all her money with her, both Harry and Sirius made her carry at least a combined million galleons of theirs, so if they ever need to go on the run they will be set.

August 1977

Ready to return to the hospital ward and face all the questions, Hermione decided to feign- amnesia until she is away from Hogwarts. While she doesn't trust or even like Dumbledore, she still respects what he is, a powerful legilimens, who. in the future at least, has no qualms about probing a student's mind. The future information she has is too tempting to that 'I think only I know best' manipulative old coot. She also knows that her great-grandfather Ollivander would not be a good ally as he is firmly entrenched in Dumbledore's camp, and she definitely cannot go to her father's side of the family as they are DARK.

From the stories that Sirius told, she thinks that she may be able to go to the Potter's. He had told her that Charlus Potter was more of a grey wizard and while most of his politics fell in the light category, he had been steadily moving more towards the neutral zone as he got older. It had sounded like he was becoming disillusioned with Dumbledore. She would need to sound out the boys a little later.

She finally screws up her Gryffindor courage along with tightening up her occlumency shields and walks back into the ward. There waiting for her as she expected was Dumbledore, Ollivander, the three boys, James Potter, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin along with Madam Pomfrey.

Madam Pomfrey rushes over to her and asks how she is feeling and if she is remembering anything else.

"I'm not really remembering anything of value. I seem to get flashes, what I suspect is of my life. If so, it is no wonder that I have forgotten. I seem to remember someone screaming cruc...something and a red light hitting me before a world of pain. But other than that only inconsequential flashes of daily life."

Horror filled everyone's faces when she spoke of the torturous cruciatus curse so casually. To think of someone so young being tortured.

"Oh, you poor dear child. Do you remember anything other? LIke a full name, birthdate, anything?" asked Dumbledore.

"No, I am sorry, I don't." As she was answering the Headmaster, she could feel a light probing of her mind. She immediately starting reciting arithmancy equations.

She also started to groan. Madam Pomfrey immediately asks what is wrong. "It feels like a hammer in my head." It was really on a light probing but let that old man think she is very sensitive to legilmancy.

Dumbledore introduces her to her great-grandfather Garrick Ollivander. He immediately hugs her and tells her that she can come home with him. They can get her supplies for school.

"Of course Dandy," she replies. At Ollivanders surprised look of her name for him, she apologises. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I called you by that nickname. I...it just seemed right."

"That's okay my child. I think I like it better than grandpa." Ollivander chuckled.

"Do I have a Dandymama as well?" she asked.

"No, your great-grandmother died a few years ago. "You are very similar to her. You have her eyes."

"I can't wait for you to tell me more about her and my grandmother and mother."

A/N: Sorry for such a short and abrupt chapter. I have been trying for months to add to this chapter and I cannot. If anyone can give me any ideas I would be appreciative. I have many different stories half written in my head for other stories, but this one ha stalled spectacularly.