Summary: Dumbledore lead Hermione to his office and explains to her the story of his brother one and true love. When Hermione doubts herself and her abilities to make Tom fall in love with her Dumbledore reassure her. Hermione is re-sorted and an unexpected fried appears.

Disclaimer:

I don't Harry Potter, only JK Rowling has that pleasure. I wish I owned Draco Malfoy, but alas I do not. Damn.

As Dumbledore led her through the castle she realized that Hogwarts was no different fifty years in the past to the Hogwarts in the present, future. Whatever it was now.

"Professor, this is not the way to your office." She said puzzled, looking at the old man next to her.

"Of course it is Mrs Granger." He replied, arching one of his eyebrows.

"But the headmaster office is in the east wing of the castle not the..." She trailed off, realizing her mistake.

"So I become Headmaster?" He chuckled lightly.

"Oops..." Hermione whispered underneath her breath. Dumbledore looked sideways at her and smiled warmly.

"Don't fret child, I suspected it was in my future and all you have done is confirm that suspicion." Hermione nodded and they carried n walking in a comfortable silence till they came to an office she knew well, the Transfiguration office, the office that she knew to be McGonagall's.

As the door opened she gasped, it was like Dumbledore's office that she knew had been crammed into a completely different office. All the things he once ha in his cabinets that filled every wall of his office was now in this square office and it seemed as if there were even more then she remembered. He looked over at her curiously.

""what's wrong with my office Mrs Granger?" He frowned, hurt barely detectable in his voice but there was a trace of it there and Hermione noticed it, she quickly composed herself when she did.

"Oh, nothing! Nothing at all Professor." She smiled despite herself. "It's just nice to see that though things do change, nothing really changes." She looked at him to see he was smiling at her.

"You are a most peculiar young woman Mrs Granger. Please, sit down will you?" He said gesturing to a seat in front of his desk while he sat in a chair behind it. She sat down in the chair, sinking into it and running her hands over the desk, As she inspected the desk carefully she realized that there were engravings on the desk. 'Aberforth 4 Adrienne' she smiled recognising the name of Dumbledore's brother.

"Is this an old school desk Professor?" She asked him, her eyes roaming it still looking for another familiar name,

"Very observant dear. Yes and as I see you've noticed it holds my little brothers declaration of love for another. It amuses me as she didn't recuperate his feeling. His love was very much unrequited, she saw him as a brother. Till it finally got the better of him and he carved this on her desk."

"I'm sure that came as a shock, what did she do?" Dumbledore smiled, it was as if he knew a secret that only he was told."

"Look underneath the desk." He grinned. Hermione knelt on the floor and looked underneath the desk. 'Adrienne 4 Aberforth forever.'

"She loved him too?"

"Unconditionally so."

"Was she embarrassed of him?" Hermione frowned; Dumbledore looked at her, his eyebrows raised.

"How so?"

"She wrote it on the underside of the desk rather than on top of it. No one could see it unless told." Again Dumbledore smiled as if he knew a secret.

"She knew that if she wrote in on top, it may have been erased. She wanted it to stay forever, just as she wrote. As for no one seeing it, only four people to this day have seen it; Adrienne, Aberforth, myself and you. Though we are the few who have seen it, Adrienne was not shying in telling others about her love." Hermione smiled at the story and knew that that was real love. But how would she ever find that with Lord Voldemort?

"So now Mrs Granger we must discuss you being here and your task."

"What is there to discuss? I must do the impossible task of making Lord Voldemort fall in love. And as if that wasn't impossible enough, I have to make him fall in love with me." She said pulling at her hair in frustration. Dumbledore started at the girl. The wonderful girl who didn't know how amazing she really was. His future self had told him all about her and he didn't doubt for a second that she would be able to do it.

"You will do it child. I believe in you." Hermione blushed, Dumbledore's belief in her made her feel a little proud and she nodded in return.

"Also, as I'm sure you know you can't drastically change the anything in the past. You can't tell anyone who you really are or why you're here."

"I know sir, I know."

"Also for these purposes, you were homeschooled for most of your school life but this past year you have been at Beauxbatons. But you want to move to Hogwarts to be closer to your family."

"Why Beauxbatons?"

"You know French don't you child that, simply is why." Hermione nodded understanding the reasoning behind it. "So now, all that's left to do is for you to be resorted tomorrow evening. Till then you may sleep in the Gryffindor common room and I will tell Headmaster Dippet you have arrived."

As Hermione made her way to the Gryffindor common room she felt a sense of familiarity, this was her home and she was going to her second favourite place, after the library of course. As she came to the place she knew was the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room she realized that there was no portrait of the fat lady. Only a door. 'Only those with brave of heart may enter.'

Hermione sucked in a breath scared that she wouldn't gain access; she put her palm below the engraving and pushed hard. To her surprise, it opened. She sighed and as she walked in the fires lit up and she realized that it again was exactly as she remembered it. She smiled to herself and ran to the girls dormitory and jumped onto her bed. She sighed, knowing that tomorrow she would meet her fate. She closed her eyes and dreams took over her.

Hermione woke in the morning with a shriek. The nightmare she had seemed real, too real. She panted; sweat pouring down her face and sticking her bushy hair to her face. She doubled over trying to stop the tears from escaping.

"Get it together Hermione, you can do this. Do this for Harry and Ron." She whispered to herself and slowly got out of bed. She looked at the bottom of her bed and noticed a new trunk full of clothes. She dressed into her robes and made her way out of the dormitory to the Common Room and curled up in her favourite chair by the fire. She clenched her first and tried to stop herself from crying.

"I am a Gryffindor. I'm brave and I will do this, if not for myself then for everybody else." She sighed and got out of the chair, running her hands over everything as she went.

"I may never be in here again, never." And with that she walked out of the common room to the great hall.

"Good morning Miss Granger!" Boomed an unfamiliar voice from the head table causing Hermione to jump, she turned to see a man in what was she knew to be Dumbledore's chair grinning at her. "I am Headmaster Armando Dippet. Welcome to Hogwarts, I hope you will enjoy your time here." She smiled back at him.

"I'm sure I will Professor, thank you."

Hermione spent the majority of her day reading Hogwarts A History, making sure that teachers saw her. So when she spurted her knowledge about Hogwarts no one would become suspicious. Then Madam Pince told her that it was time to go to the Sorting Ceremony, she sighed and walked down to the Great Hall ready to be sorted. As she got there the Sorting hat had just begun his song.

A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts School began.
Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favourites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?
'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell where you belong!

As the crowd burst into applause Hermione looked perplexed.

"Looks like he just recycles his songs." She mumbled to herself.

As the sorting proceeded, Hermione realised that she recognised many people. Abraxas Malfoy looked exactly as his grandson had on his very first day of Hogwarts and Neville Longbottom's grandmother was a brown haired and blue eyed beauty with a rather large temperament.

Finally, when all the first years had been sorted, Professor Dippet introduced her as a transfer student and feeling rather silly she sat on the three-legged stool and had the sorting hate placed on her head.

'Well,' the sorting hate drawled, ""it seems as if I've sorted you before. Though not in my past, my future. Though it would be your past I suppose. Now where to put you. You have the bravery of a Gryffindor still thought that will not help you in the task you need. I could put you in Slytherin but you would never fit in there. So I guess it must be...'

"RAVENCLAW" He shouted and the blue and silver table burst into applause, Hermione stumbled over to the table.

"Well done!" Said a pretty blond haired girl sat next to her sticking out her hand for her to shake. "I'm Minerva McGonagall, nice to meet you."

I was going to write another Sorting Hat song, but have to get ready for prom. so sorry! Thank you for all your reviews, they were so nice and yeah. Thanks :3