Hermione stared around at the classroom full of students.

Not again! She hated this dream. It always made her feel awkward. Ever since she had discovered that that first one had been slightly prophetic I had kept coming back in full blazing technicolour. Bit annoying really.

She knew that the best way to make it go away faster was to not do anything and it would dissipate.

So this is what she did.

Problem was this classroom didn't swirl into the great hall as it usually did. Could it be real, this time?

She became aware of the students staring at her as though she had lost her wits. As well they might for she hadn't spoken a word for about ten minutes.

"Miss Granger?" a girl in the front row said. "Is anything the matter? You're in dreamland…again."

"I'm so sorry, class. Nothing is wrong."

"Then could you please continue with the suggested revision plan you were beginning to outline. Our exams aren't too far away."

"The OWL exams are indeed fast approaching and there are many ways to revise for them. When I took them for instance I remember having to write up timetables for my two best friends as well as myself, giving them one free night a week…for Quiddich practice."

"Yes and very cruel they were too. She kept us hard at them. Don't take her advice on how to revise, she will give you a timetable even more rigid than ours."

"Ronald Weasley! How dare you interrupt my class!"

"Who turned you into my mother? I tried to knock but someone's put an imperturbable charm on the door!"

"I never!

"Um, yeah you did. It's only because I'm such an amazing wizard that I could break though one of Hermione Granger's spells!"

"This from the boy who in his second year stole his father's flying car and drove it into the Whomping Willow!"

"Professor Weasley did what?"

"Harry and I couldn't get through the barrier at King's Cross station and the only way we could get to school was by flying the car. It wasn't our fault the bloody thing gave up when we arrived at the school!"

"Watch your language Ron."

"That's nothing to what happened to Hemione later that year, Christmas day no less!"

"That's quite enough of that! What was it you wanted?"

"Umm…not sure."

"So you disrupt my lesson for no reason?"

"Not for no reason. The headmistress wants an urgent word with you and told me to tell you that I am to take over your lesson until you return."

"Why you though? You don't understand charms."

Hermione felt her body leaving the room and as she walked down the corridor she ran her hand languidly over the stone wall. It felt so real. She passed a window and saw an older Hermione staring back at her. She stopped and examined her reflection.

Then the reality hit her. This was all REAL! She really was older and a teacher in the school. Ron was older and the students were the same ones that were in the first year when she was in seventh. What had happened to the last seven years? Maybe McGonnagal can give me some answers.

Meanwhile Ron was entertaining the class about what they had been like when they were at school and as usual showing both his friends up completely.

He was halfway through a story about when Draco became the Amazing Bouncing Ferret when someone knocked on the door. Harry put his head in the room.

"Excuse me Hermione, I wonder if- Ron? Why are you taking one of Hermione's classes? It's usually my job."

"Headmistress wanted her. Hey, remember what we did to Umbridge? Cor blimey, that was a fun escapade."

"What's up with memory lane today Ron? Earlier you were reminiscing on the Triwizard Tournament in our fourth year. Reminding me about that bloody dragon again. Was not one of my best years here."

Hermione came back into the room almost in tears. Harry and Ron went to her immediately. They both put their arms around her and asked her gently what was wrong.

"Hogwarts is closing!" she wailed.