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I hope you'll like this chapter too. I'm so nervous about this, so please, leave a review and let me know what you think. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the first chapter and I hope you'll like this one too. I want to state it in advance, that I won't update daily, most likely in the weekend, I just had the time today.

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my first ever reviewer, Zillac.

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When

"Oh, fuck," Hermione heard Harry cursing next to her. She allowed herself a glance to where she suspected Harry being and found her husband looking straight into Dumbledore's eyes, obviously trying to figure out what had happened and where they landed. 'Or, when, to be exact' thought Hermione bitterly, but before she had the chance to look around, she heard Dumbledore talking:

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"And tell me, how can I help you, Mr…?" asked the old headmaster in a voice that suggested he'd rather ask 'What the fucking hell are you doing in my school?' If a) there weren't this much students around and b) if he wasn't such a gentleman type. As Harry seemed too occupied with watching someone in the Hall, I've chosen to answer with a question:

"When?" rather stupid, I know, but oh well! My dead headmaster was pointing his wand at me, for God's shake! You can't expect me to answer calmly 'Maybe you don't know us, seeing there is a possibility that we haven't even been born yet, but I'm Hermione Potter, the wife of Harry Potter, the first one to survive the killing curse. You know, we were about to cook the soul fragments of Voldemort, but our soul killing potion went wrong and now we are here in the past. Oh! And how do I know that it is the past and not the future? It is easy, you're dead.' Yeah, it surely would have left an impression. So instead I asked a question.

"Excuse me?" I heard Dumbledore's polite answer. Even though he was asking calmly, I still have noticed the growing frustration in his voice. I wasn't the best interrogator of the Order of the Phoenix for nothing. You have to know and recognize people's emotions easily and war teaches you that. To decide who you can and can not trust.

"I asked when. What's the date today?" I answered politely, perfectly hiding my concern and nervousness. War teaches you another thing: how to be completely emotionless. How to hide your feelings.

Ron once asked Harry and me if we were really together after a mission. We had to go to a nightclub, in disguise, that was a well-known meeting place of the Death Eaters. We went there like complete strangers and when, according to Ron, a female Death Eater started to flirt Harry and he let her, I watched it without any emotion on my face. Ron said after this particular mission, that if it were Luna and him then that whore would be dead by now. To this, we only looked at him strangely, went to bed and made love that night.

Yeah. War hardens people. And not just inside, but outside too. Sometimes, when Hermione looked into a mirror she couldn't believe her eyes. She was only twenty-four, but still, she looked like she was thirty. The war hardened her features, not just hers, but Harry's too. Gone were the once so young and innocent faces. On Harry's left cheek a deep cut could be seen that will never heal completely due to the poison on the knife which he were cut with. And that was only one of his cuts. He was tall, almost two meters, tall, and muscled. The only thing that didn't change about him was his messy dark hair and emerald green eyes.

"You just appear from nowhere right into my school, so excuse me, but I think you don't have any right to ask questions here."

"I have only this question then you do whatever you want." I could barely contain my anger, but surprisingly it wasn't Dumbledore who answered my question.

"1993." I heard Harry answer, his voice barely above a whisper, but still, the whole Hall heard his answer.

That was the moment when I looked up to see where Harry was looking, and I saw none other than our ex-Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Remus Lupin, sitting at the teachers' table, staring at us with curiosity evident in his eyes. It took me a few moments to register, that if Remus was here, then….

"Now, that the date is settled, would you tell me who you are?" asked a definitely annoyed Albus Dumbledore.

"There's no need to worry professor, we wish no harm to your school or students." I heard the cold voice of my husband as he pulled the left sleeve of his cloak up showing his bare arm, motioning me to do the same.

"If you are telling the truth, then what are you doing here, how did you come here, and most importantly, who you are?" inquired the old Headmaster, obviously calmer.

"We don't know what happened exactly yet, but we were brewing a potion, it exploded and we found ourselves here. You know the rest," I thought it was the best if we didn't tell him everything, so I left out what the potion was for.

"As for whom we are, I guess you know us quite well. My name is Harry Potter and the lady over there is Hermione Granger," after this statement deadly silence fell on the Great Hall.

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