Note: So, I'm really sorry that I broke my promise. I don't know how many times I rewrited this chapter.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed, favorited and followed my fic. I am doing my best to answer you all, but with work, university and life, I dont have time. I dont know how I found time to write this chapter, seriously. I hope you will enjoy it.

Now, I dont want to spent a lot of time at Hermione's firts years. Iwill try to finish her 4th year at chapter five and then, at the 6th chapter the actions will starts.

Thank you to Jesmaile, Carol and Hawna. Without them, I couldn't post it!

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Her brown eyes trembled as the night breeze beat into his tears. It was a completely insane plan, yet she couldn't deny that it was brilliant.

"I'm so scared".

"Me too".

The young witch smiled at Draco as they sat in silence watching the view of the forest. Hermione felt the tears falling from her eyes as the blond-haired wizard squeezed her hand tenderly. Everything was shit, their friends were being picked off like flies, the food had officially run out and the next day they would try the ritual that would change their lives forever. It was the day before the 10-year anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts, and Hermione didn't know how to feel.

She was glad that everything would finally end. She was anxious for everything to be different. Many people would live and she probably wouldn't know the war torn world before her. All the deaths, torture, all the sadness would end. They would leave. However, everything would change, and it made her sad.

If everything changed, would she be friends with Harry and Ron? Would they be inseparable as they always were? Without a Troll at Hogwarts in their first year, they would have no reason to be her friends. They would never grow up together. She would probably grow up as the Gryffindor know-it-all loner.

Of course, her parents would keep their memories of her and all the losses would disappear. She would have a normal childhood and would probably work in the Department of Mysteries. Would she marry Ron? Would they have children? She had always liked the name "Hugo".

However, even if everything were the way it should be, Draco and she would never be together. They would never know how great they were as a couple. All the fights, the curses, all that enmity that became love, they wouldn't know it. Hermione had never thought it possible to be so happy in such a sad world. But with Draco, she was.

She really loved him and it hurt to know they probably wouldn't be together. The war had connected them and if it never existed, they would have no reason to even become friends, let alone lovers.

"No matter what happens, Granger." Draco said breaking the silence. "I love you". She smiled at him through her tears.

"I love you too".

This kind of dream kept happening more often once Hermione discovered she was a witch. She did not know what to think. The young witch knew exactly who kept appearing in her dreams. As much as the human mind could create compelling dreams, she did not think that this was an invention of her brain.

Hermione couldn't wait to finally go to Hogwarts. She needed to understand what was happening to her. Being a child with only a few friends, she used to watch movies with her parents every weekend, so she understood the concept of what a seer was.

Was it normal? She hadn't read anything about it in "Hogwarts, a story" and Professor McGonagall didn't say anything about seers being commonplace in the wizarding world. She hoped it was, If it wasn't, she really didn't want to tell anyone. She didn't want to be the strange girl again.

1 September 1971

Kings Cross Station was crazy. People ran around in complete disarray seemingly unconcerned about who they rain into. Completely focused on their own business, people of all ages and genres roamed the platform. Extravagant robes caught the attention of the young bookworm and Hermione couldn't help but smile as she recognized witches and wizards in the midst of all that chaos. Indeed, if there was an International Statute of Secrecy of Magic, why did the wizards not bother to blend in with the Muggle population? It was possible, she supposed, that they didn't realize how different they looked in their purple and flashy covers garments.

The young witch had been a bit confused when she had seen the platform number on her ticket. How would she board the Hogwarts Express if she couldn't find platform 9 ¾? Didn't the magical community care enough about Muggle-borns to provide someone to help them navigate this new life?

Maybe they confused the platform, dear - her mother had said. However, she knew the number "9 ¾" was real. Everything related to the wizarding world so far was strange, so why wouldn't that platform exist?

As if someone had heard her prayers, suddenly a couple of familiar redheads blew past her, and when she thought they would hit the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, they disappeared. Rubbing her eyes to see if she had seen correctly, Hermione turned to her parents in shock.

"Did you see that?" Asked the girl.

"See what?" Asked her father.

"Those two redhead boys passing by." she said pointing to a large column of red bricks. "They disappeared!" She exclaimed.

Her parents, of course, didn't believe on her. Then, a small family passed by them, passing through the barrier. Everything was so interesting! She had a feeling that her parents wouldn't be able to get to the other side with her. She noticed people around her seemed to forget almost instantly that someone had just disappeared through a wall. If they had even noticed in the first place.

Hugging her parents and promising to write as soon as she was sorted in one of Hogwarts' four houses, Hermione closed her eyes and ran to the large wall made of bricks. For a brief moment, she thought it had all been a mistake, that she was not a witch and because of that, she'd hit her face on the wall. But when she didn't feel the bones of her face break on impact, she gathered all her courage, and managed to open her eyes. When she saw the station in front of her, Hermione promptly smiled.

A large scarlet train waited patiently on the platform. Above her head, Hermione could read "Platform 9 ¾" and her heart filled with satisfaction. She was finally going to Hogwarts.

As she had arrived early, finding an available compartment hadn't been too difficult. Outside her window, she could see the parents saying goodbye to their children with tears in their eyes. It was so unfair that her parents could not accompany her on the platform and watch her get on the train!

Her thoughts were interrupted when the door to her compartment opened and a boy with sandy hair came in. He looked at her with startled eyes as if he hadn't realized she was there. Looking at him, Hermione felt something close to compassion. Somehow, she had the impression that she and this boy would be good friends.

"Hello! My name is Hermione. Hermione Granger". The boy offered a small smile before sitting down in front of her.

"Remus Lupin".

"Nice to meet you, Remus." The boy smiled at her. Why was he looking at her with such shame, and possibly fear? It wasn't possible that he was so afraid of her. He didn't even know her.

"So ..." Hermione started again after a moment of silence. Someone had to break the stillness. The way he looked at her was making her uncomfortable. "Which house would you like to be sorted into?"

She knew him.

Looking at the boy's face, focusing on his amber brown eyes, she knew that he was familiar. It was a strange feeling. It was as if she had known him for years. Just like what had happened when Sirius's gray eyes had connected with hers, when the boy began to ramble, the flashes started again.

She could hear vaguely the voice of the young wizard making its way to her ear. He was answering her question, but as he spoke, Remus voice was mixing with a thicker version of his voice and she was moving away instinctively.

*" No! I trusted you! He's a werewolf! That's why he's missing classes! "

God, she hated how inconvenient these visions - if she could call it visions - kept popping into her mind. Shaking her head and frowning, Hermione looked at Remus.

"- that's why I really hope to go to Gryffindor." Said the boy still looking rather awkward.

"Oh, that's very good, Remus!" She had no idea what he had said. Hermione sincerely hoped he hadn't noticed what had happened. "I hope to go to Gryffindor, too."

"Really?" Remus asked, smiling. "We're going to be housemates then!" They kept talking for a while and when the train started to chug forward, they both smiled at the same time. For different reasons, the two were very excited to start classes.

The conversation flowed naturally. She did not know if Remus felt as though he knew her, but they had connected instantly. She knew he was smart. Something inside her knew that, but with the course of their conversations, she was sure.

"Granger! Hi. "A familiar voice interrupted the heated conversation between her and her new friend.

"Sirius!" She smiled.

As in Diagon Alley, the boy smiled at her as if she were lucky to be in the same room as him. Had he not learned the word "modesty" yet?

Beside Sirius, a boy with dark hair and brown eyes, hidden behind round glasses, peered curiously into the compartment.

"Hermione, this is my new friend that I've just met! What's weird, James and I are cousins once removed so we should get to know each other, after all, my mother is always doing balls and as the Potters are pure blood I suppose they should have turned up at one time or another. Well, maybe not. My mother - do you remember how wonderful she is? Well, what was I talking about? Oh yeah, well my mother absolutely hates blood traitors ... "Sirius scoffed. "And she probably would not mix with ...". She couldn't hear anything Sirius was babbling about. Her mind flew in a thousand directions as she stared at the boy with black hair and brown eyes. It was strange how she felt about him. She definitely didn't know him, but the moment he looked at her with a mischievous smile - very much like Sirius's, in fact - she could not contain the happiness of her face.

"Hi!" The boy said. "My name is James, James Potter!"

"Hermione." Replied the young witch, smiling

"I know." The boy said rolling his eyes. "I've just met this idiot-."

"Hey!" Sirius complained.

"-And he dragged me across the whole train looking for you." James finished, making Sirius blush. Young Potter sat in front of the girl crossing her feet lazily on the bench, not caring that her feet were leaning against Remus.

"And who are you?" Sirius asked Remus when he realized his presence.

"This is Remus." Hermione replied. The sandy-haired boy stared at Sirius with shame. Really, what was his problem? Hermione thought. "He wants to go to Gryffindor, too."

"Cool!" Sirius and James said in unison.

"If you were a future snake". James continued. "I think that would be the end of our near-friendship."

"Completely!". Sirius nodded.

"Nah." Remus shrugged. "I'd rather be a Hufflepuff." The three boys looked at each other and began to laugh.

"What's wrong with being a Hufflepuff?" Hermione asked, frowning.

"Well, they're the rest, aren't they?" Asked James.

"That's absurd." Hermione said rolling her eyes. " Puffs are good friends. Very loyal and sweet. Not only that, but Helga Hufflepuff was responsible for ending the centaur rebellion in- ".

"For Merlin's sake, Hermione!" Sirius demanded, shaking his head. "We didn't even get to Hogwarts yet!"

"You can say these clever things when we get to Hogwarts!" James agreed.

"But she has a point, though. Helga Hufflepuff was a very important figure for the wizarding world as well. She also was one of the founders of Hogwarts. "Remus agreed, looking at her half guilty. "And I didn't mean that Puffs are leftovers."

"Suck it." Sirius whispered to James.

"Nerd." James said to Sirius.

"Oi! I heard that! "

Hermione looked at the three boys with a smile. She couldn't believe her luck. She had not even made it to Hogwarts yet and she had already made three new friends. Smiling as she listened to the boys' conversation, she leaned her head against the window and happily watched the landscape outside roll by.

Before she realized it, they had reached the Hogwarts platform. Hermione quickly changed her Muggle clothes to her school robes and followed the three boys with enthusiasm. When they reached the edge of a beautiful lake, a giant man repaired before them and directed them to the army of small boats that would take them to the castle. She smiled knowingly as she stared at the pink umbrella in the half-giant's hand.

Sirius, James, Remus and herself gathered anxiously in a small boat while the Hogwarts' groundskeeper helped the first years. - No more than four people in a boat! - When the boat started to sail through the dark waters of the lake, Hermione could only stare at the castle in wonder. Hogwarts was wonderful.

The mist surrounded the castle, giving the monument an imposing air. The sky around her was cloudless and she could see all the stars around her effortlessly. Even though the landscape was charming, she couldn't stop watching the castle as they approached. She had been there before.

Coming out of the boats, Hagrid - she'd learned his name later. It was a lot of talk, she could not quite understand what he was saying - led them into a hallway with a large marble staircase. She stared wide-eyed as the pictures of the pictures moved. She loved the wizarding world so much!

A small chubby boy approached their small group and provided a soft hello. He sneezed as he drew nearer. Looking at his clothes, Hermione could tell he was wet.

"What happened to you?". James asked looking at him curiously.

"A group of idiots pushed me into the lake." He replied looking at his feet with shame.

"Idiots. I bet they'll be Slytherins". Sirius murmured as he looked around for the culprits.

"I'm sure as soon as we're sorted, one of the prefects can dry it up." Remus offered as the boy returned a small smile.

"Yes, I hope so". He replied. "By the way, my name is Peter. Peter Pettigrew ". Hermione's eyes widened when the boy said his name. Instantly her body stiffened and her hands clenched into fists. Hermione knew that whatever these visions and feelings she constantly had were, she definitely should believe them. Something told her that this boy was the trouble.

Wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt, Hermione gave her compliments. They stood there for a few seconds until gleaming, translucent bodies began to pass by the students yammering about the qualities of each house, trying to convince the tiny first years.

"No doubt there is no better house than Hufflepuff! Loyalty and justice all in- ".

"Only the bravest are selected for the best house of all!"

"Wisdom is the most important, my dear! The Ravenclaw House will accommodate you."

"What does bravery matter if you jump at the first opportunity and die? Slytherin is indeed the best choice, I tell you. "

The ghosts were interrupted by the arrival of Professor McGonagall. The woman really knew how to make a dramatic entrance. Large wooden doors opened and the students caught a glimpse of a large hall behind her. The frowning woman walked up to the group of first years and cleared her throat before beginning her speech.

"Welcome to Hogwarts. The welcome feast will begin soon, but before you can settle in, you will have to be sorted into your houses. An intake of air was heard as the students looked anxiously at one another. "The sorting is very important here at Hogwarts. Your house will be your family. You will sleep together, eat at the same table, and your success will be reflected to all your companions. If you succeed, your house will receive points. Misdemeanours, will lose points. And remember, the rules are there to be respected. "

As the woman's speech sounded vaguely familiar to her, Hermione couldn't help but feel intimidated. She would make sure she didn't break any rules. She could not be expelled from Hogwarts. Just the thought made her queasy.

"If you have no questions, follow me!" Said the woman before them.

The wide oak doors opened and the young students filed in behind McGonagall. The hall was huge. Hermione stared wide-eyed at the ceiling of the large room.

"It's not real". A girl with long red hair said at her side. Hermione looked at her and a genuine smile formed on her childlike features. "It's a spell. It is enchanted to look like the sky".

"I know". Hermione said. "It's in 'Hogwarts, a History.' The girl smiled at her as her green eyes glowed with excitement. The students reached the end of the long row between two long tables and stopped.

"My name is Lily. Lily Evans ". The girl said. "This is my friend, Severus." She smiled. Recognizing people that she wasn't supposed to know, was becoming a constant in her life since she'd discovered she was a witch. While the little girl with red hair and emerald green eyes reminded her of someone very dear, the slender boy with black, greasy hair at her side brought a mix of feelings in Hermione's chest. She didn't know whether she wanted to hug or hex him.

"Pleasure". Hermione greeted the duo in a whisper after a moment of thought. Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall whispered something in the old man's ear with a long gray beard and half-moon spectacles. "My name is Hermione Granger, which house do you think you will be-"

The old man rose from his seat with surprising speed and smiled at the students in front of him. She didn't like the way the headmaster smiled at them, as if he knew everything about everyone. Feeling an unexpected cold, Hermione hugged herself, avoiding the man's eyes.

"Good evening". The bearded man said. "To those who return, it is very good to see you and to those who have just arrived, welcome. Before we move on to the sorting and start our wonderful banquet, our beloved sorting hat wishes to share a few words." Whining moans could be heard from all sides of the Great Hall.

The headmaster turned and picked up a ragged brown hat before setting it on a bench in front of the staff desk. The hat made a funny noise before it started to sing.

Oh, you may find me unattractive,
Oh you may not think me pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!

I am a Thinker Hat!

Professor Dumbledore rose from his chair and applauded with the rest of the teachers when the song of the talking hat was over. Professor McGonagall addressed the first years with a stern look before beginning to call the students alphabetically.

"Abbot, Eunice." A small boy with red hair rushed to the bench with excitement. The hat barely touched his head, and soon the Hufflepuff house roared with satisfaction for their new member. After a "Burke, Scorpius" who had been selected for Slytherin's house, McGonagall called Sirius's name.

Young Black looked nervously at his new friends before approaching the hat with apprehension. Hermione gave him a small smile, and the boy returned it promptly. The moment McGonagall put the hat upon his black curls, Sirius frowned. He stayed there for a few minutes and the students became more and more impatient. What was taking so long?

After a brief moment, Sirius inhaled the air in utter horror before completely relaxing. Seconds later, the hat shouted:

"GRYFFINDOR!". Sirius rose happily as he made his way to the lions table. On the opposite side of the Gryffindor table, the Slytherin students gazed at young Black with astonishment and disgust.

Amid the excited yells and greetings, Alice Cromwell and Lily Evans were also selected for Gryffindor, which led the lions to increase their volume. The sorting continued for a moment until finally her name was called. Swallowing her nerves, Hermione walked up to her teacher. The moment she sat down, the hat was placed upon her messy curls.

"Interesting" The hat said in his head.

"Interesting?" The girl asked curiously.

"I've rated you before, but we've never met. At least not now. Did you know, Miss Granger ... that terrible things happen to wizards who manipulate time? "

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, you don't know? Curious". The hat laughed. "Only time will answer your question, Miss Granger. For now we'd better focus on your sorting. The students are hungry. While you definitely would do very well at Ravenclaw, we cannot deny that your place is in GRYFFINDOR! " The hat finished shouting the last word so that everyone in the hall could hear.

As she stood up, Hermione was vaguely aware of the screams and applause of her house. However she couldn't help but think about what the sorting hat had said.

Terrible things happen to wizards who manipulate time.

The rest of the feast passed very quickly for the young witch. Her thoughts were miles away and she didn't pay much attention to what her new roommates were talking about. Sirius poked her a few times trying to get her attention, however, she was completely unaware.

It was dawn and Hermione was sitting on the couch in the common room. She knew she should be sleeping, after all, the next day would be full and she would need her energy and rest. However much she tried to sleep, her mind kept wandering at the words of the hat.

Horrible things happen to wizards who manipulate time.

What exactly did he mean by that? Hermione wasn't stupid. She knew that her flashes weren't normal, but she had never contemplated time travel. Was that possible?

Her father and she used to watch such movies all the time. It was their thing. Her mother didn't like to talk about time travel because the time loop theory always confused her and made her a little nervous, but Hermione absolutely adored it. Of course, she didn't quite understand the theories behind it, after all, she was only eleven years old, but she thought it was all very interesting.

The idea that she had traveled back in time was absurd. She was eleven, for God's sake! For most of her life, she hadn't even known she was a witch!

However, all this would explain the flashes, visions, and all the recognition she felt as she met new people. Her head ached as various theories passed through her mind. Hermione settled her head on her knees as she sat on the couch. The warmth of the flames in the fireplace warmed her, but at that moment she didn't feel hot.

"Oh, there you are!" Came a voice a little behind her, frightening her out of her stupor.

"Alice?" Asked the girl. She wasn't totally sure that was the girl's name.

"Yes. I woke up because of a nightmare and I saw that you weren't in your bed. I'm was a little curious. " Alice said embarrassed. "So I came to see if you were here. And well, here you are. Is everything all right?". the girl asked when she saw Hermione's wet cheeks.

"Oh, yes, I'm fine. Just a little worried, that's all". Hermione lied. Alice looked at her smugly.

"Well, tomorrow's going to be pretty amazing. You don't have to worry. Let's go to sleep, Hermione". Said the girl approaching Hermione and offering her hand to help her up. "It's going to be all right, I'm sure!" Hermione smiled at the girl with pleasure as she accepted the offered hand.

"Okay".

Her first year passed very quickly to the unhappiness of the young Muggle-born witch. Navigating the halls of Hogwarts was comforting. For some reason, she felt safe there. Her heart filled with happiness every time she entered the great hall. The sight of students eating quietly, without any kind of concern pleased her. Her friendship with Alice grew with the passing of the year and she couldn't believe how two such different people could get along so well.

Alice Cromwell was definitely the best friend Hermione could wish for. Which was weird. While Hermione cared more about books and getting good grades, Alice, in her shy way, was only interested in plants and beauty magazines. Alice was the kind of girl who cared what the diamonds had to say about her.

Being an eleven-year-old girl, she still didn't have many physical attractions beyond her beautiful, heart-shaped face, her large black eyes and smooth black hair, but that didn't stop her from seeking advice from fashion magazines. Not that there was a problem with it, but generally, she didn't usually get along with vain girls. In her earlier years, the eager young reader never cared about her appearance. She knew she wasn't ugly. Her hair would calm down at some point, just like her mother's. Her front teeth were a little larger than most, however, over time, a simple dental appliance would fix that.

Always being one of the "guys," Hermione thought vanity was a very superficial thing, and she wasn't interesting in befriending girls who were interested in beauty articles. She didn't need the beauty. She was smart! However, when she and Alice met, she knew they would be best friends.

Her other dorm mates weren't too bad. Dorcas Meadowes and Marlene Mckinnon were really different from other people. Both were opposites. While Marlene was like a chemical element about to boil over, Dorcas was a quiet girl. Like her and Alice, the other Gryffindor duo was commonly seen together. Hermione supposed that opposites were really did attract.

Her only problem was Lily Evans. The girl obviously didn't like her, and Hermione couldn't understand why. Lily's emerald green eyes reminded her of someone and the apparent displeasure in the redhead's eyes cast in her direction made her a little sad. It was strange that the two of them hadn't connected like her and Alice. Lily was very similar to Hermione and the enmity was strange. Both were muggleborns, liked to study hard and didn't tolerate injustice. However, the redheaded girl didn't seem to like the brunette much. Hermione supposed that was why the other Muggle-born was second in the overall academic ranking of her year. Well, there was nothing she could do. What a pity.

James, Sirius, Remus, Peter and Hermione were also commonly seen together, but for different reasons. James and Sirius were constantly looking for her to question her. From the first day of school, information was readily available. Even if she had read all her books in short time prior to Hogwarts, she hadn't absorbed everything she learned from the books. However, by the time her first transfiguration lesson had started, she just knew what to do. This sudden knowledge only confirmed more and more the words of the sorting hat.

The result of this was her immediately being nominated as the "Gryffindor brain." Hermione wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not, since many Ravenclaws and most Slytherins came to regard her with a mixture of anger and envy. Anyway, over the school months, her classes started to get boring for her and her willingness to answer every question was slowing, to the immense pleasure of Lilly Evans.

Hermione's relationship to Remus was totally different than that of the rest of the boys. While Sirius and James thought she was a walking library that they could just throw random questions, Remus was her equal. They sat together every night to study and she could tell that a beautiful friendship was forming.

Sirius and Hermione had a different connection. The two always entered into some sort of discourse. Sirius was extremely flippant, cocky and disregarded all her arguments - House - elves like to work for us, Hermione! - And of course there was the fact that Sirius constantly gave the impression that he, being a Black, was better than everyone else and although she tried not to show it , it irritated her to no end. Even with all the arguments, the young Black was not like the rest of his year. Somehow, he trusted their judgment and Hermione found it very sweet.

James always could convince her to do anything. He reminded her of someone and Hermione's heart softened every time those hazel eyes looked her way, pleading for her to break any rule with him. Hermione couldn't believe that she had helped him to put Fire-Dragon potions at lunch in the Slytherins food. However, she couldn't help but smile at the image of an angry Lucius Malfoy running out of the Great Hall with fire leaping from his mouth.

Her inexplicable hatred towards Peter still roared in her chest, though she was getting used to the pudgy little boy. He reminded her of someone she used to remember. She smiled at the thought of an extremely excited Peter talking to her about all the benefits of each plant he knew.

Her visions - or memories, she didn't know what to call them - had become mild for a while. Sometimes, she just had the feeling that she knew people, but fortunately she wasn't flooded with a tide of flashes. However, this didn't diminish her concern about what was happening to her.

Long hours were spent in the Hogwarts library. She had an instant friendship with the librarian since the girl was there every day. It took a bit to convince Madame Pince to let her take some books home with her when the summer finally arrived, but after a few promises - I would never harm a book and you know it! - She finally convinced her.

Hermione had found a few books on seers and time travelers but no theory explained what she saw. What she was. Seers were known to predict future actions and as she was aware, she hadn't dreamed of any prophecies. Time turners could carry the user only a few hours into the past. She didn't understand what was happening to her, and it frustrated her. But it didn't matter for now.

Lying in her bed unable to sleep, Hermione swore that one day she would find out the truth.

Note: Hey! I'm so sorry for the long wait. My college is back and I fell like I'm running all the time. It's 08:00 AM and I have to go pick my bus and I'm super late!

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