It seemed that she had forgotten just how much she enjoyed having utterly loaded parents. Basically, she was the muggle equivalent of Draco Malfoy, without the snobbery and prejudice. The money would probably have affected her, if she hadn't loved learning so much, she never had been very girly.

Stretching, she decided that her lie in had gone on for long enough. There was a world to be rediscovered after all.

Throwing the covers aside, she opened her wardrobe hoping to find a robe of some sort. She did of course find one, a bright pink fluffy one, but she also saw her nine year olds sense of style. It wasn't all that great, but then again she supposed, everyone tended to make some fashion nightmares when they were young.

Tugging the dressing gown around her shoulders and over her Disney pyjamas, she hunted around for a pair of slippers. Once she found them and pulled them on, she headed down the spiral staircases to the ground floor, where the huge kitchen was located.

"Hey," said Hermione, smiling as she adjusted the bar stool she was sitting on.

"Hermione, hello," said her chef, Paolo, in his usual thick Italian accent. "What do you want today?"

"Urm… What did Mum and Dad have?" asked Hermione.

"Alright then, I shall make you pancakes with berries, bacon and syrup," he decided.

"That's my favourite," squealed Hermione, jumping up and embracing Paolo.

"It will be ready in about twenty minutes. Your parents told me to tell you that they had to go into work and they'll be back at around five,"

"Thanks,"

She walked off into a nearby living room and collapsed onto a plush sofa, trying to mask her look of disappointment. This world really did have to be rediscovered properly, there was so many things that she had to relearn, simple things and not just in the muggle world, but also later in the magical world. It seemed that she had forgotten just how much her parents worked, she knew they worked overtime, but on a Sunday? They would have already been gone by the time she woke up, and they were always back later than the time they said. Five would probably turn into seven, she never saw her parents.

Ah well, she had gotten used to that in the original time line, so she would have to get used to it now.

Flicking the TV on, she relaxed for a few minutes in front of Scooby Doo. "Timeless really," thought Hermione.

Glancing at the clock, she deduced that it must nearly be breakfast time, so she headed back over to the main kitchen where Paolo was waiting for her with a grin and a plate of pancakes. The smell was heavenly.

"Thanks so much," enthused Hermione, taking them from him and sitting down at the small kitchen table. After making her way through the pile, she thanked Paolo again and then headed back upstairs to get dressed formulate a plan.

Hmmm. What should I do today then? I really need to think of a good plan that will last me till at least second year. There's no point in coming back if everything's just going to be the same, everyone will still die and the world will pretty much be in ruins. Ooh, the Jacuzzi always used to help me think, I'll grab a notebook and try and sort out my thoughts up on the top floor.

Armed with a green halter-neck bikini, a notebook and a few pens, she made her way up the polished marble stairs to the top floor and entered the bathroom, turning the taps on and sinking into a chair at the back of the room while she waited for the tub to fill and heat up.

Lowering herself into the now hot tub, clad in a green bikini, she grabbed a notebook and pen and started thinking about what she would have to do, so that everything went as it should, not as it did. It would probably best to start with now, and then start thinking about things like the tournament and the department of mysteries later, after all, she wasn't even sure they would happen if she managed to sort this tangled mess of a world out properly.

According to her calendar and memory, she would be receiving a visit from Pomona Sprout in six days, next Monday (today was Tuesday). Last time around, Professor Sprout left them a few days to get used to the idea of having a witch in the family, and for Hermione to get used to having magic before she took Hermione to Diagon Alley to get her school supplies, saying that for the first time it was best to have someone with you who knew magic.

Her first visit would be quite different, she would have to have a proper look around instead of just grabbing the essentials. There was probably many different useful things at then numerous shops and stands, things she had never thought to buy last time around. At Flourish and Blotts, there would be many books about time travel and other essential subjects to learn about. If she also got some slightly more advanced school books, then she would be able to hide her skill, especially at Charms and she would also need to find out about the politics and customs of the wizarding world, a subject she knew nothing about but really did need to become more knowledgeable about as would stop any slip ups.

Once she arrived at Kings Cross, it might be best to just let events play out as they did last year until the troll, as that was what started off her friendship with Harry and Ron. This was only a possibility though, it was Ron and Seamus who ended up making her upset and run off, maybe fate would end up still making the same events play out. She would find out at the time…