A/N: Can you spot the 'A Very Potter Musical' quote? I'll bet you can!

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Hermione really didn't understand Dumbledore sometimes. Why in the world had he called her to his office at this ungodly hour of the morning?

"Jelly babies," she whispered to the gargoyle guarding the entrance of the headmaster's office. As it slid past, Hermione swore she saw it yawn. It was that early.

"Headmaster?" she called. "Professor Dumbledore?"

"Miss Granger? Is that you?" asked Dumbledore. When he saw that it was, in fact Miss Hermione Granger he smiled in a grandfatherly way and asked, "do you want a lemon drop?"

Hermione didn't really think that sweets were appropriate at 5:30 in the morning. "No thank you, sir".

"More for me, I suppose,"said the headmaster.

Hermione waited for the rest. She knew some sort of explanation would follow.

Dumbledore sat up a little bit straighter and his expression went from jovial to solemn. "I'm sorry to call you here this early, Miss Granger".

"It's not a problem, professor". Not much of one, anyway. Besides, he wouldn't have called her here if it wasn't important. Right?

Dumbledore nodded. Now that the pleasantries were over they could get down to business. "Harry may be in danger, and I think that you may be able to help,"he paused to let her process that information, which she did in a remarkably small amount of time, and then continued,"However, I must swear you to secrecy before I can reveal the exact circumstances to you".

Hermione barely waited for him to finish talking before saying, "I promise I won't say anything, not even to Harry. Is Voldemort…?" she asked, not sure how to finish the question.

"No, my dear, if only the problem was so simple," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled sadly. "I'm afraid the greatest threat to Harry's wellbeing is Harry himself".

Hermione looked Harry up and down. She knew that the Harry before her was a year or two older than the one she had left. What had happened in that time to make him look like this? His eyes were dull, his small was smaller and less sincere, and he was less characteristically himself. Of all the things she had been expecting when Dumbledore told her that Harry was in danger she had never imagined this. It hurt her to see him like this but she forced herself to look. This is what happens to your best friend in the very near future, she told herself. Take a good look.

"Harry? What happened to you?" she said softly.

He looked at her with sad eyes. He wondered where in their timeline she was from. She seemed more innocent and uncorrupted than the Hermione he'd left behind, and he found himself unable to admit his death to her. "I-" he began even though he had no idea what to say.

"Aunt Mione!" James cried.

Hermione turned and saw a boy who on first glance was exactly like Harry. On the second glance the similarity was superficial. His eyes were warm, his smile was bright, and the weight of his world wasn't crushing him. It was like a vision of what could have been.

"Hello, my name's Hermione, but I guess you already knew that," she said.

"Uh-huh, well I'm James," said James. Even now Hermione slightly terrified him. He felt like she could see into his soul and correct the grammar of his thoughts.

"James Potter?" she asked.

"Yes".

Hermione glanced at Harry. "But not his father?"

"No. His son," said James. "Dad was... sentimental in choosing our names. I think I got off the best".

"So... Harry's my brother-in-law?" asked Hermione

Prongs snorted in his sleep. It sounded like 'space time continuum', but James couldn't be sure. Screw the space time continuum, he thought. Prongs knew about Lilly, why shouldn't James leave a few hints to his favorite aunt?

"So that's James Potter Sr." said Hermione looking at the prone Harry look-a-like on the floor.

"We call him Prongs to avoid narritive confusion," James said.

"Ah."

Prongs let off a long snore that was slightly muffled by his pillow.

"Can we wake him up?" she asked. "I need to talk to the three of you".

It proved harder than any of them would have thought. After several attempts by James to rouse him and even some effort on Harry's part, Hermione whipped out her wand and shot a jet of (very cold) water straight into Prongs's face.

"Aggggh! What?" Prongs spotted Hermione, who was still pointing her wand at him. "Gah, woman!" he cowered in fear.

"Uhh... Prongs?" said James. "This is Hermione, she's like dads best friend".

"Oh. I was scared for a moment. And considering that most girls try to kill on sight, I have every right to be," said Prongs.

"And by 'most girls' you mean Lilly Evans," said Hermione.

"She's the only one that matters. ," Prongs said dreamily. "The Lilly Flower, my reason to exist, my sunshine, my happiness, the most beautiful girl-"

"That's my grandma you're talking about," said James.

"You're grandma is SuperMegaAwsomeFoxyHot!" retorted Prongs.

"EWWWWW!"squealed James.

Harry shook his head. Hermione had said that she needed to tell them something. "Prongs... we woke you up..."

Prongs turned to face Harry. "Spit it out son!" he said genially. He didn't see Harry wince at the word 'son'.

"Hermione has something to tell us"

"You do?" asked Prongs.

"I do," confirmed Hermione. "Now if we could all sit down... that would be great". As she spoke three beanbags and a highbacked overstuffed leather chair appeared. "Thank you!" she said as she took the chair for herself.

The three boys spoke all at once.

"Who are you thanking?"

"How did you know I wanted a beanbag?"

"How does that happen?"

Hermione shoot them a look that belonged more to a first grade teacher than a teen-aged girl, a look that said 'I will be most upset with you if you don't quiet down right this instance'.

"Sorry," the trio of doppelgangers said as they cowered in their respective beanbags.

Hermione's first priority was to find out how much the boys knew. "Now what exactly did Sirius tell you?"

"That if we were both gay he'd be my lover," said Prongs.

"To never shave my head, because Grandpa did that once and he looked like a turtle on acid," said James.

"That he doesn't blame me for what happened and that he loves me because he loves my dad," said Harry.

Hermione was glad that Sirius had done his part in keeping Harry alive, but beyond that she was furious. "But did he say anything about the Integro charm? Or alternate dimensions? What about familial magic?"

The the blank looks she received told her they had not.

"Uggh," she complained. "He didn't tell you anything!" She took a deep breath and began to tell her story. "This morning, which by the way for me was in the middle of Harry and I's sixth year, Professor Dumbledore called me to his office and told me that Harry was in danger, but not for Voldemort-"

Prongs flinched. "You-Know-Who?"

"Fear of a name increases the fear of the thing itself," said Harry and Hermione together.

"That son of a centaur is still around in the future?" asked Prongs.

"'Yes' is the short answer, 'No' is the long, and 'I can't tell you or i'll prevent my own death' is the one you'll get if you ask any more questions," said James.

"Merlin's freaking beard!" said Prongs.

"Anyway," said Hermione. "Harry is in danger, not from Voldemort, but from himself".

"What?" said Harry. How could he be in danger? He was dead.

"Let me finish explaining before you ask any questions, Harry," said Hermione tenderly.

Harry pursed his lips. "Fine... Just... Hermione, I don't think you would know yet... and there's no good way to tell you but I'm dead. Hermione, Voldemort killed me and I let him. I'm dead".

There was something in his voice that made her heart break. She looked him dead in the eyes and said, "No you're not. At least not yet, and i'm doing my best to keep it that way".

Updated December 28th 2014 to fix issues in Hermione's time line. Please review! It makes me happy when you review.