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15th of June, 1996

Hermione Granger was on her way to the headmaster's office thinking about her research. She was desperately trying to find a spell which would help Harry defeat Voldermort. The part of the prophecy about the "power the Dark Lord knows not" had lead Dumbeldore and her to the conclusion that Harry needed to use a spell based on love. They hadn't found anything so far, but Hermione had just found some mentions of a spell she couldn't identify. Maybe this could hep them!

She had just past the gargoyle ("Mars Bars") and was on her way up the stairs when she felt herself being pulled away.

She was surrounded by mist and something foggy. She was searching for explanations what was happening and just about to send a Patronus when she heard the voice:

"Hermione Granger, you have proven your devotion to the Dark Lord's defeat. The Council of Fate offers you the chance to return in time. Continue your mission, and as soon as it is finished, make your choice. But remember, you can not change the future. It won't work, so you needn't even try."

The mist disappeared and she found herself on the headmaster's staircase once again. She sat down from shock for a while. She had been moved back in time to complete her mission? What was her mission? Well, she thought, she could guess that at least. The only thing she had been working on had been finding the spell. So maybe she would find information that would help her with that. She didn't know what the choice-stuff was about, but maybe she'd be able to find that out later.

And about not trying to change anything, well she'd see about that. Clearly, if this mysterious Council had said that and if they had the power to send her back in time, then they would be right about this, too.

For now she had to know if this had actually happened or if Fred and George had tested some of their new products on her. Quietly she said: "Temporum Revelio", while moving her wand in soft, clocklike curve.

Thin silver letters appeared in front of her, giving the date of 2nd of September, 1976. "Well, that's something now." She murmured. "I guess I better go see the headmaster now." She was calm again, even though the situation was absolutely shocking. "

But she had been in worse situations, and as far as she could understand she had a good chance of saving Harry and the others by being here. She knocked on the door and entered the office of her current and future headmaster.

I'd better give him a false name though," she thought to herself. She trusted Dumbeldore, but this was all a bit too strange to tell him about it just yet.

The headmaster looked up, astounded, when she came in. Before he could ask her anything she started speaking: "Good day, professor. My name is Mya Smith."

"Well then, Miss Smith, why don't you sit down and explain to me how you came here."

"No thank you, sir. I can only tell you that I'm a sixth year and, like you fighting Tom Riddle. I'm here on an essential mission for his defeat."

Albus Dumbeldore stared at the young woman in front of him for several minutes. He was astounded: she seemed sure of herself and even knew Voldermort's true name. He tried using legillemency on her but failed. There were strong magical barriers around her mind and she quickly averted her gaze. "I'm sorry; professor, but I'd rather not share this with you. There are things which have to remain secret for the time being." She grinned to herself. She'd bugged Snape for hours about teaching her legillemency. In her eyes, it was very important, and not only for Harry. She had started teaching him too, though and she'd had more success than Snape so far.

"All right, Miss Smith, I herby accept you as student. If you would put on the Sorting hat, please." Hermione obeyed immediately and the hat only took a moment before sorting her into Gryffindor. Dumbeldore smiled. He was relived. Experience had taught him that Gryffindors had a tendency to fight for the light.

"Then, Miss Smith, let me call Lily Evans, a fellow Gryffindor, to have you escorted to your dormitory."

She paled considerably. She hadn't realized that she would be attending school with Harry's parents. And Pettigrew. Her face became disgusted just by thinking about him.

Remus would be there, too, she could live with that. At least she didn't know he was dead or a traitor. But, she bit her lip, Sirius would be there. She'd meet a man she met and who had died. She knew now why the Council had presumed that she'd try to change the future.

AN: Please review, guys! Side note: This story will not be about the time Hermione spends in the Marauder's Era. It will play after she returns.