Chapter 2

Yes, this is another repost. I changed a few things that needed tweaking and for all you guys who havent done it yet, please reread or if u are rereading now… Continue :))

Disclaimer: I am not the owner of Harry Potter. All credits go to the talented J.K. Rowling.

Hermione slowly opened her eyes. Everything was blurry till she blinked and rubbed her eyes that everything came to focus. Immediantly, her eyes stung as she looked around her bright, green room. Why she choose that color for the walls, even if it burns her eyes, she did not know, all she knew was that she loved the color of bright green when she was little.

She sat up and looked around confused.

I'm at my parent's house? she thought. Huh, I forgot I loved green.

She smiled then her eyes widened. Realization crashed her as she recollected her memories of what previously hapened. Did it work? She scrambled out of bed and looked into the mirror.

Staring back at her, was her sixteen year old self. When she was sixteen, she was a little shorter (probably half and inch), she looked younger and slim, and she had the same old bushy hair.

She sighed, I really need to do something about this hair, she thought, twirling a strand around her finger fondly. All in all, she loved her appearence. Her face was filled with happiness when she was younger, no longer depressed or worried. She looked down and laughed. She was wearing pajama pants with small little puppies on them and a t-shirt that spelled: Puppy Love! She loved dogs, that was always and known thought. But she also loved Crookshanks too. She sighed and smiled at her appearance in the mirror. She did it! She was now officially a time-traveler. That proves that Hermione Granger can do anything.

Sure enough, Crookshanks came into the room, meowing slightly to catch her attention. She turned to meet Crookshanks expectant eyes.

"Crookshanks!" she exclaimed as the ginger cat jumped up on her lap. She scratched it behind the ears and laughed. She wished she could go back to the days like this, and not worry about a single thing. Then she remembered, she did!

I'll have to remember to thank Dumbledore, she thought smiling. In fact, I'll see him again anyway.

She paused, gently pushed Crookshanks out of her lap, then made he way to the calendar beside her bed.

July 31

Her eyes widened, It was Harry's birthday. She sighed as she felt a pang in her gut.

"What do I get him?" she asked herself. Then she turned to Crookshanks.

"What d'you think?" She wasn't expecting a straight out answer, but she knew Crookshanks was a smart cat. Crookshanks stared back at her with amber eyes, then strolled over to a wrapped box and laid down beside it, still looking at her expectantly. She made her way over and saw a note taped to the package. It was a letter written in her own small handwriting.

Dear Harry,

Happy sixteenth birthday! Hope you're well! I'll see you at the Burrow later on, hope your aunt and uncle are treating you well.

Love from,

Hermione

P.S. I hope you like chocolate flavor!

Hermione laughed, and sure enough, when she opened the box, there was a small chocolate cake with frosting that spelled:

Happy Birthday Harry! She remembered that she always packed early and she would be anything that she packed that last night to get it straight to Harry in the morning. She closed the box as she heard a tapping noise in the window. It was Hedwig. Hermione smiled and opened it, letting Hedwig fly inside.

"Hey Hedwig, here for Harry's birthday presents?"she asked. Hedwig hooted and nibbled her finger affectionately. She gently tied the note to Hedwig's leg and Hedwig grabbed the box and soared out the window. How a bird got that type of strength, she will never know.

She turned around and looked around her room. It was neat and organized with her grades, papers, and photos all taped on the walls. Her eyes slowly stopped to her trunk, it was already neatly packed and ready to go. Hermione slowly opened it and read the cover of the books, all grade six. So she was entering her sixth year. She pulled out her wand from her pocket and studied it… It worked, she thought, but what am I going to do now? I don't even know why Harry became a death eater so how am I going to prevent it? All of this was making her head hurt. She didn't think it through of what she was supposed to do. She didn't have the time.

"Hermione! breakfast is ready!" A voice downstairs called. Hermione's heart beat faster as she stood up and walked downstairs to be greeted by her mum.

"Hey, mum," Hermione said smiling. Her mom was in the kitchen, making eggs and bacon.

"Hello sweetie, sleep well?" she asked. Hermione nodded and smiled. Hermione sat on the table just as her mum set down her breakfast, they were soon joined by Hermione's dad. Hermione smiled sadly. She missed her parents. She decided to move away from them so they could be safe from Voldemort because she knows that she is on the list of main targets. She missed them very dearly and was very happy to see them and spend time with them again. Her heart felt incredibly lighter as she saw her dad and mum smile.

"Hey! There's my little girl!" Hermione's dad said beaming down on her. Hermione felt her heart lift as she heard her dad call her that again.

"Dad!" she said hugging him tightly. Mr. Granger chuckled. "Herms, did you eat too much sugar again?" he said, Mrs. Granger chuckled too. Hermione smiled, she was home. They sat around the table, eating, talking, laughing, Hermione was never this happy in a long time.

Atfer she was done eating, she thanked her mom, placed her plate in the sink and went upstairs. She took a quick shower, brushed her teeth, and dressed in a fresh pair of clothes. She was just combing her hair when she heard another tap on the window. Hedwig was back. She let her in and untied the note on her leg then Hedwig flew off.

Hermione,

Haha! Thanks! And yes I'm okay, Aunt and Uncle treating me the same as ever. I can't wait to see you and Ron when I get to the burrow, but Dumbledore said he would get me later from the Dursleys for something important. Did you read the Daily Prophet? Can you believe them? Butting into our buisness like that, saying I'm the 'Chosen One' its annoying. Anyways, thanks for the cake!

Harry.

P.S. Yes, I love chocolate! (Who doesn't?)

Hermione stared at the piece of paper. Her face slowly turned into a smile and a tear trickled down her face. It has been a long time since Harry sent her a note like this, and it felt like she found another piece of the puzzle she was trying to put together. She smiled, folded the letter, and placed it into her pocket. Hermione sighed and sat down at the edge of her bed.

Okay, Hermione! Time to think up a plan! she thought, What happens next? Oh yeah, I wait for Mr. Weasley to floo over to my house.

So she picked up a random book from her shelf and started reading: The four founders of Hogwarts was Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin… blah, blah, blah… Hermione skimmed through the book, flipping page after page until a title caught her eye.

Changing Time

She scrunched her eyebrows together as she read:

Changing time is a very dangerous and risky thing to do. If you meddle with time and change it, it can change the future into something terrible. Wizards recommend that if you must time travel, do not be seen, and if you travel by years, do not change your actions…

Just as she turned the page, she heard a faint Pop! Followed shortly by a small crash, a shriek, and a "Hello!" Hermione giggled, closed the book, and made her way downstairs. There, she saw her mum and dad, staring at a man in the middle of the room. That man was covered with ashes, but his livid red hair was still shown beneath the dark soot. Hermione smiled.

"Mr. Weasley!" she shouted with glee as she ran up to him and hugged him.

"Hermione! How are you! Are you ready to- My word! Is that a fellytone?" Mr. Weasley asked, eagerly pointing at my dad's cellphone on the counter. Hermione laughed.

"Well, sort of, its a cellphone, they're smaller and you can use them anywhere just as long as you've got signal." she explained as Mr. Weasley's eyes shone with excitement.

"And is that a TellyFision?" He said now pointing at the T.V.

"Television. And yes." She said correcting him.

"Blimey! And they all run on ekletrilicy?," He asked. Hermione giggled.

"Yeah… Sorta, cmon Mr. Weasley." Hermione said. Then she ran up to her frozen parents.

"Bye mum, bye dad, I'll miss you!" She said kissing them each then turning to Mr. Weasley.

"After you, Hermione." She took a pinch of floo powder and steped into the fire yelling,

"The Burrow!" Hermione allowed herself to cast one more glance at her parents before they spun out of sight. Ash clouded her vision as she swirled.

Hermione is going back.

A/N: Okay so as you can tell, I reposted yet another chapter (I'll most likely repost ALL) This one just needed a little twinking here and there but I didn't change much. I was so caught up on other stories and reading that I suffered some writers blockage. :(( soo sorry! And i have so little time to get stuff done! AH!:OO Anyways, bye!

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Reposted 8/2/11