Sorry for the loooong wait. Things here got very bad very quickly for a long time. I hope to write more now as i have a little more free time. I have been working on this and my other story (The Show Must Go On) on and off during my silence.

N.B. Any name that has a (H) next to it when it first appears means that they are a historical Character.

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After a while Hermione grew bored of looking out the window and watching the world fly past in a whirl of colour. Looking around the compartment she tried to find something to distract her. The driver opened the window that separated them without taking his eyes off the road. He had noticed her growing bored in the rear-view mirror.

'Lady Nastya, if you grow bored of looking at the wonderful world then there is a book under the seat in the draw at your feet.' Hermione voiced her thanks and she opened the draw at her feet, which she didn't notice when she first got into the car. Hermione smiled when she spotted the title. It was a copy of Hogwarts: A History. This proved undeniably that she was a witch, but if that was the case, where was her wand?

The driver must have read her thoughts because he said 'Your wand is in your trunk Lady de Selah. You hid it there last night when you got home from the party. Louise and some of the other servants don't know that you are a witch.'

'Oh.' Said Hermione, her eyebrows furrowed as to why Louise didn't know, yet she knew the Malfoy's. 'Why doesn't Louise know? Why didn't I tell her?' The driver laughed.

'Louise doesn't know because you didn't tell her. You only told those who you trust, and to be perfectly honest you don't trust Louise nearly as much as you should. Then again she did try to steal your amethyst broach the other week.'

'Then why is she still there? I would have fired her.' Said Hermione, she was definitely confused now. Her book was forgotten now.

'You did. She doesn't know it but today was her last day. She had to get you ready for your trip and then she was to be kicked out. Margret, the head maid, is keeping a close eye on her to make sure she goes without taking anything.'

'Oh. I'm sorry, today has been an awful morning, I can't remember anybodies name!' said Hermione. The driver nodded. Hermione didn't know that he knew that this day was coming. He knew that there would be a day when his mistress would forget everything and a new mistress would take over. He was a wizard and a true seer, although he never told his mistress because she was strongly against seers after she returned from Hogwarts in her third year after having a crackpot of a fraud teaching divination. He was the one who had the painting in the entrance hall commissioned.

'I'm Jean-Claude de Boutes. I went to Hogwarts a few years before you. That was one of the reasons why you hired me, so you had someone that you could talk to who wouldn't be confused.' Hermione smiled. At least she had one friend here.

'Really? Well then. Tell me about the Malfoy's. Louise mentioned them this morning.' The driver smiled quickly before he adopted a dark scowl, although Hermione couldn't see it.

'Leopold Malfoy is a nasty piece of work, if you don't mind me saying so. He's tried several underhanded ways of trying to secure the position of Minister of Magic. His son, Zander, is no better. Zander has been sent to Azkaban for a period of time though. I think it was because he raped and tortured a muggle. He didn't use crucio though, too smart for that. No. I think he set her on fire, whipped her and then sprayed her with water.' Hermione was horrified.

'That's horrible! He deserves to have the Dementor's kiss for that.' Jean-Claude nodded as they turned a corner.

'He didn't though. He was sentenced to 30 years no parole but his father paid to get him out. Stinking rich the lot of them. They all think that they are high and mighty especially because of that damn necklace.' Hermione almost jumped.

'Necklace? Which one?' in her mind she was screaming to herself please don't be it over and over again.

'It's got some French name. La Coeur de something. It's got a large blue heart shaped diamond on it though.'

'La Coeur de la Mer.' she whispered, but Jean-Claude heard her.

'That's the one. Said to be worth a lot of money. Not that the Malfoy's need anymore money.' Jean-Claude shook his head, his driver's hat nearly falling off.

'Tell me about Draco Malfoy. What do you know about him?' asked Hermione, leaning forward slightly.

'Not a lot actually. To be perfectly honest, I didn't even know his name. I just knew about a younger brother that showed up a last night at the Sotheby party. He had his eyes on you all night. Then again so did that Master Ross. Shady character that Ross fellow. Don't like him one bit. I despise him more than the Malfoy mob.'

'So you don't know anything about him.' Sighed Hermione, slouching as much as she could in her corset. The driver shook his head again.

'Would've thought you did, seeing as you were with him for a long while last night.'

'Really? I don't remember. Do you think I was obliviated? I can't remember much before this morning?' wondered Hermione, looking out the window watching the countryside slide past.

'I don't think so. I was watching you most of the time you were at the party. So unless someone came and obliviated you during the night, which is impossible because you lock the doors and windows with charms which only open when you wake up.'

'Oh, right.' Sighed Hermione, sitting back in her sit. She didn't say anything to Jean-Claude as they drove on through the country side. After a few minutes Jean-Claude spoke up.

'If you don't mind me saying so, I'd say you're not the mistress.' He said. Hermione was shocked. Then again it probably did seem odd to him that she didn't remember anything. She debated whether or not to tell him. She decided to trust him. He was a wizard too, he would understand, hopefully.

'I'm not. My name is Hermione Granger. I'm Nastya de Selah's great-great granddaughter. I'm a seventh year Hogwarts student and Head Girl. For History of Magic we have to do a practical and experience a past life. This just happens to be mine.' Jean-Claude nodded.

'That would explain why you don't remember anything.' Hermione was shocked that he accepted what she said. 'I know the potion that you used. When I was in sixth year I snuck into the restricted section of the library and found the potion in Moste Potente Potions.'

'I don't remember reading about it in second year. I found the potion in Dabbling with Danger: A Guide to Potions of a Disrupting Nature.' Said Hermione.

'That's because I ripped the page out and disillusioned the tear, so that not even Madam Irm could find out that a page was missing. And you snuck in to read it in your second year?'

'No, I needed the book to find the recipe for a Polyjuice potion. I had permission to have the book.' She smiled at the memory of sneaking around to make the difficult and dangerous potion but the smile turned into a scowl as to how she turned into a cat because of it.

'What did you need the Polyjuice potion for?' he asked, intrigued about this young woman who was apparently from the future.

'My friends and I needed to sneak into the Slytherin common room to ask someone some questions.'

'Did it work?'

'Yes it did. At least for my friends it did. They turned into Malfoy's cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. My potion however, didn't work quite as well.' Jean-Claude was surprised at her; she managed to successfully brew a sixth year potion in second year.

'What happened to your potion? Shouldn't it have worked as well?' He noticed the dark look on her face.

'I thought I had someone's hair, however it turned out that it was actually cat hair that I had.' Her scowl darkened as he laughed.

'I'm sorry that was uncalled for, but you must admit that it would have been funny if it happened to anyone else.' Her scowl lightened a bit.

'I suppose your right. If you had of turned into a cat then I probably would have laughed too.'

'So what house were you in? Not Slytherin obviously or you wouldn't have needed to sneak in. I'd pin you as a Ravenclaw.' Said Jean-Claude, slowing the car down as they entered a small village.

'Gryffindor actually.' She saw his eyebrows lift slightly in the mirror. 'The Sorting Hat was debating on whether or not to put me in Ravenclaw.'

'Really? That's interesting. And you said the names Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. Does this mean that they are still around in the future?' Hermione paused. Shit she thought I could screw up the time line. Why didn't I think of that before I started blabbering?

'Yeah, they are. Look, please don't say anything and can we please change the subject. I don't want to screw up the timeline.' Said Hermione. 'I'm sure you understand.' He nodded.

'I do. So what do you want to talk about?' he asked. Hermione said the first thing that came to her mind.

'Do I really have to go on Titanic? Can't I just apparate to America or floo over?' He shook his head.

'I'm sorry Nastya…' Hermione interrupted him.

'Hermione. My name's Hermione. When we are in the car or in private, please call me Hermione.' He nodded.

'Very well Hermione. But I'm sorry you must go on Titanic. I didn't mention this before but I have seer blood and I've foreseen that you will be on Titanic for a very important reason. This is your destiny. I'm sorry. No matter how much you scream and yell at me to turn around I can't. You need to be on the ship Hermione.'

Hermione's dark look returned when he said that she had to be on Titanic. In her mind's eye she saw the painting in the entrance hall. Something clicked in her mind.

'You did the painting in the entrance hall!' exclaimed Hermione. 'You know! You know the ship sinks! Turn around! Right now!' She hit the panelling next the window. 'Stop this car. I order you to stop this car! We are going back!' Jean-Claude laughed but continued driving.

'I'm sorry. I already told you that I can't do that. You need to be on that ship Hermione. And no I didn't do the painting. I had the vision, did a rough sketch and gave it to a painter. John Waterhouse (H) I think his name was. He did the painting of Hylas and the Nymphs.'

'That's a minor detail.' Sniffed Hermione, waving off the fact that it was a famous painter who did the painting and not her chauffer. 'Turn around now! We're going back! I'm not going on the ship! Stop this car!' hitting the panel on the last three words. But Jean-Claude ignored her and kept driving, laughing quietly at her antics, which was very un-lady like.

'Hermione, Let me give you some advice. You have a title. Lady Nastya de Selah. You have an estate, although not extremely large, but an estate none the less and lastly you have money, and lots of it. Now if you want to embarrass yourself by being an uncivilised person, I would recommend that you stop with the tantrum. I'm not turning around and I'm not going back. You have to go on the ship. I can't say why but you are needed on that ship. Now, I'm going to keep driving to London, where we are going to stay the night before continuing on to Southampton in the morning.'

Hermione thought for a moment and then realised that she was making a small scene. So she scowled and sat back in her seat.

After a few minutes Jean-Claude spoke again. 'Is there anything you would like to know? Anything at all?'

Hermione thought for a moment and then thought of something that would be very useful while she was on the doomed ship. Well, that would be useful if she couldn't escape. A smirk worthy of a Malfoy crept across her face. 'Tell me anything and everything you know about high society. Right from who the members are and what they look like right to the down and dirty gossip and the skeletons in the broom closet.'