Hermione had turned her time turner 20 times for 20 hours already, but she hadn't noticed the crack in it until it was too late.

Her world started spinning and she couldn't find balance, she grabbed what felt like a door knob, and finally felt steady. Taking a deep breath Hermione thought to herself how her time turner could have broken. "Of course!" she realized "It must've still in the pocket of my robes when I hurled them at Malfoy!" "That bleeding ferret, Merlin only knows where and when I am, and it's all Draco's fault. Oh well, best start looking to see where I am." As she thought this the room suddenly lit up. All around her were photos of her loved ones, and about a million books on time travel. This could only be one place- "The room of requirement!" Hermione thought to herself gleefully. At least she was still in Hogwarts. "I should find Dumbledore, and see what we can do. However, from what I've read, it seems Im stuck here for quite a while."

Hermione made her way down the halls of Hogwarts; she came across a bathroom and thought best to freshen up a bit. As she entered she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her mind traveled back to when she was younger, her nose ever in a book, bushy hair, and buck teeth. Now however, looking back at her in the mirror was an extraordinarily pretty woman. She wore little make up, just a stroke of kohl on her bottom lash line. Her hair still a little frizzy at times had grown out into nice waves of brown, and she had grown into a dignified height of 5'2. Her baby fat had evaded her tummy and fallen in place at her hips, bottom, and thighs, as well as giving her a very well defined bust line, she had an hourglass figure that caught the eyes of many, she knew that. But what she liked the most about her body was that it didn't outshine her smarts or her personality. She didn't need to be like Beyonce and tone everything but her bottom and bust into muscle. Her arms were soft despite her few muscles from carrying around books, and though her stomach was no where near even chubby, it didn't look as if an anvil had flattened it either. She had known before she and Krum started having sex that intercourse did change the body, but she had figured that if it hadn't changed after puberty it wasn't going to change at all. How wrong she had been when after Christmas break in fifth year she would hear constantly "Hermione, you look a tad different." She smiled a self conscience smile as she thought of her past. "Or would it be my future?" she wondered aloud as she washed her face and tossed her hair into a messy bun. Picking up her pace she arrived at the ominous gargoyle guarding the headmaster's office. "Um, chocolate frogs?" the gargoyle stood his ground "Sugar quill? Bertie botts every flavor beans? Licorice wands? Oh for Merlin's sake, Cadbury!" She shouted in aggravation, she was stunned as the gargoyle jumped aside. "I should've known he would keep a password like that, admit him to St. Mungo's I should." She thought grinning to herself as she knocked on his study door. "Come in dear child, I sense distress."

"Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione questioned as she entered. She got her answer as her gaze reached a slightly younger looking ancient wizard with a twinkle in his deep blue eyes. "Professor I don't know what has happened to me. I was in my room using my time turner, when I noticed it was broken. But I found the crack to late and found myself in the room of requirement. I don't know what exactly happened or what time Im in."

"Now, now don't worry dear child, we shall figure it out. Now if you could just tell me what year it is?"

"2006?" She said with a wave of unease washing over her.

"1986 is actually the year. Well, we figured it out now didn't we? You have come back in time!" He smiled trying to make light of the situation.

"Professor?"

"Yes child?"

"May I have a lemon drop?"