A/N- Here's another chapter because the other one didn't really have any new material. It was just emphasis on Hermione's memories returning back to her!

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Chapter 2

Hermione woke up yet again, this time she quickly sat up before a hand held her shoulder and pushed her back onto the bed. She looked at the person holding her back and she did her best to chock back a sob. Remus Lupin was there, standing in flesh and bone, alive and well (as well as one could be in his position). This has to be a dream... This cannot be happening. They CANNOT be alive, as much as I want them to be, they just can't be!

"Madam Promfrey!" Remus shouted, turning his head back from Hermione. "She's awake!" He then quickly turned and looked back at Hermione with a small sad smile on his face. "Are you alright?"

"No... So much pain," Hermione cried out and closed her eyes. I'm talking to a dead man. Oh this is hilarious!

"Madam Promfrey!" she heard Remus scream again and then a few seconds later she heard the "click clack," of heels tapping on the tile floor. She opened her eyes and saw Madam Promfrey- slightly younger of course- looking at her bandage covered injuries and sighing to herself.

"They aren't healing; whatever she was hit with was some dark magic... Mr Lupin, hold her down please. There's only one thing I can think of that can get her injuries to heal." Madam Promfrey said and suddenly Hermione felt more pressure being applied to her shoulders and she watched the young nurse open up the bandages and hold a vial of potion on her hand. "I'm so sorry, but this is going to hurt."

Before Hermione could question what she meant, pain coursed through her body and she screamed, fighting Remus to get up and stop what Promfrey was doing to her. There was a loud bang somewhere that was barely audible due to her screams and she caught sight of James and Sirius.

"Boys! Hold her legs down!"

Hermione watched as Sirius and James took hold of a foot each and held her down as she continued to scream and thrash around as much as possible while Promfrey administered whatever potion it was.

This went on for at least a couple of more minutes and by the end of it, Hermione's voice was hoarse from screaming so much. Apparently, Promfrey has applied a potion that Slughorn had brewed to be able to cleanse the wounds of darkness as much as possible, the only problem was however, the wounds had to heal the muggle way and that meant she would have scars. Hermione looked at James, Sirius and Remus who were all looking down at her with worried faces.

"What happened to you?" James asked.

"What's your name?" Sirius asked.

And that was the way things went for another few minutes, James and Sirius bombarding her with question, not giving her enough time to answer and yet they still expected her to answer.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Perhaps you guys aren't giving her enough time to answer!" Remus scowled at the two before turning back to Hermione. "Sorry about holding you down like that, but it was necessary."

"It's alright," Hermione was able to reply before sleep consumed her.

XxX

The next time that Hermione woke up, it was dark, and the room was silent. She checked her limbs by moving them around and when she found that there was limited amount of pain, she got off the bed and leaned on the small table beside her bed to balance herself. Once she got her balance, she found her wand on the bedside table and left the Hospital Wing to explore the castle.

Hermione walked around the castle which never ceased to amaze her every time she explored it. Her legs took her places, and the next thing she knew, she was on the boundaries of the forbidden forest, letting the soft wind flow through her hair as she stood there and admired the view of what had become her home. She held up her left forearm and examined the two snakes that wrapped themselves around her wrist. It seemed that Madam Promfrey had taken the bandage that usually covered it and just left it, not really knowing what purpose the tattoo served. She flinched inward as she remembered that fateful day...

XxX

She walked back up to Riddle and he quickly grabbed her left forearm, moving her sliver cuff out of the way with his wand.

"This will hurt a bit dear, but don't worry." he whispered into her ear, before she felt his wand press on her forearm. "Mark Eam Mihi,"

Hermione let out a loud scream as she felt her forearm start to burn and tears threatened to escape.

"Animae Et Cordis, In vel quae Dominus Voldemort et Tom Marvolo Riddle!"

The burning sensation worsened and Hermione screamed even louder and fell to her knees, gripping her left forearm, trying to pull it from Tom's iron grip, but it didn't work. She looked at her forearm and saw a snake erupt from Tom's wand, and slithered its way up her forearm and disappearing into her robe. She felt it move until it stopped on her left collarbone and she felt a quick burn, which disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. It wasn't over however, because another snake erupted from Tom's wand, and wrapped itself around her wrist, leaving again the burning sensation and quickly disappearing again. When the second snake was imprinted onto her wrist, Tom pulled his wand away and slipped it into his robe pocket before helping Hermione up.

"Everyone, Hermione DeAngelo is now one of us, I expect you all to treat her like one of us, if not more because she is my property. She is now Dark Lady! Now be gone!" Tom shouted and watched as all his followers bowed before him before walking back to the castle in utter silence. He didn't speak to Hermione until ever last one of them had disappeared. "You are now officially mine. But for this ritual to be complete, I will need to take your innocence,"

XxX

That day, not only had Tom taken her life away, but he had taken her innocence, he had stolen it from her before she was given the chance to give it to Fred.

There was a shout behind her, and when she turned around, she saw Remus walking up to her. He was in his school robes but he looked as worn out as he did in the future, perhaps not as bad now as he was in the future, but he still looked bad.

"You're the girl from the Hospital Wing..." he huffed out as he tried to catch his breath.

"Uhhh yes... I never caught your name?" she said shyly, talking to her dead professor was weird for her and reminded her just how much she didn't belong here.

"Remus, Remus Lupin at your service," he said, smiling and they shook hands. "What's your name?"

"Uhh..." Hermione froze for a second. What could she say? Hermione DeAngelo? But then if Tom was looking for her, she'd be caught straight away if she used that name. No, she was going to have to change her whole name... I won't be staying here anyway... No, I have to leave... "Emma Phelps," [Yes I know it's the Phelps Twins surname but I LOVE THEM!].

"Emma Phelps? That doesn't sound pureblood... are you a half-blood?"

Hermione shook her head. "Muggle-born," She looked away and made her way back to the castle when Remus grabbed her hand, which caused her to flinch and he released his grip quickly.

"Emma, listen, I don't care about blood purity."

"I know you don't," she muttered quietly to herself so Remus couldn't hear. "I should go, I can't stay here, and it's dangerous."

"Dangerous? Is this because of You-Know-Who?"

Hermione flinched at the mention of Tom and tried to blink the tears away as memories of the time she spent with Tom came back. "Yes! It's because of that, and I shouldn't be here! I'm sorry," Before Remus could say anything, Hermione ran back to the castle, ignoring the flames that shot through her legs as she tried to lose Remus. Once she reached the fifth floor, she remembered a hiding place that her and Fred would go to make out and so she made her way there, hoping that Remus didn't know of its existence yet.

Luckily enough for her, she heard the footsteps run past her as she hid behind the secret room of the suit of armour and she release breath that she didn't realise she had been holding in. Sneaking out of the room once she knew the coast was clear, she slowly made her way to the Entrance of the castle, careful to avoid Remus and any other students and teachers. This sadly, didn't last for the whole of her trip, just as she was about to leave the castle, she heard a loud, intentional cough behind her, and when she turned around, she caught sight of the man she knew as Dumbledore. He hadn't aged much from 1945, except his beard was longer and he had a couple of more wrinkles, he most likely got wiser, but other than that, there were no major changes.

"May I ask where you are off to, Miss DeAngelo?" he said, in his usual dreamy tone. He then smiled at her. "But that's not what you go by now is it? Miss..."

"Emma Phelps," Hermione replied softly. She shouldn't have forgotten Dumbledore, he must've known it was her, Miss "DeAngelo" from 1944, and he knew that she was from a different time period but he of course didn't know the exact details, she feared though, that it might change soon.

"Oh Miss Phelps now is it? Well may I ask," he lowered his spectacles slightly and looked at her. "Why you are out of the Hospital Wing? You aren't fully healed yet, and I was hoping to be able to have a thorough conversation with you tomorrow,"

Hermione knew that this meant she would be interrogated and there was definitely no way for her to escape this one. She knew Tom was causing havoc now and he knew she was on his side. They both wanted to war to be over, perhaps for some different reasons. Dumbledore wanted peace, and Hermione also wanted that, but she wanted to give Harry a chance to grow up with his family.

"Come now," he held his hand out, and Hermione took it reluctantly and allowed him to walk her to the hospital wing.

XxX

Hermione woke up the next day to find Dumbledore sitting beside her, looking through a box of Bertie Bots Every Flavoured Beans. She smiled weakly and sat up, quickly catching Dumbledore's attention.

"Ahh Miss Phelps, I was wondering when you would wake up..." Dumbledore said, before looking around the hospital wing and closing the curtains around them and casting a quick silencing charm. "I told Poppy to leave us alone. Now please, you have some explaining to do. I allowed you to stay quiet, but now I cannot."

That was how Hermione spent the next hour and a half, sitting up on the hospital bed explaining the situation, how she had come from 1998, from the battle at Hogwarts, to 1944 to try and stop Tom, but instead was marked by him, and then transferred here [she explained this in much greater detail of course]. She in turn, learnt some things that had happened after her disappearance, Lucy Lupin had apparently been Imperiod when she kidnapped Hermione, and Tom had been absolutely furious when she disappeared, killing Grindelwald without mercy and left Hogwarts early, taking his NEWTs early and passing with flying colours. Hermione had just gone from one war with Grindelwald, to enter yet another one, with Tom this time.

After telling her story, Dumbledore stood up from his spot beside Hermione's bed.

"Well Miss Phelps, I assume you shall be staying here now that Tom will be looking for you?" Dumbledore asked, but with the tone within the voice, Hermione had a feeling that it wasn't really a question.

"Yes sir, I guess," Hermione replied dully.

"Good, I think it best if you were to stay in Gryffindor, as any other house could be dangerous for you. We don't know if Tom knows about your presence, and if he does, he'll surely want you back. We shall use the same cover story we used for you in 1944, but of course you shall have to change a few parts within it."

"Of course sir,"

"Once Poppy deems you fit, you'll move to the Gryffindor common room. I'll have your things sent there." Before Hermione could question what "things" she had, Dumbledore interrupted her. "I shall worry about that, you have much more important things to do. Just be careful and do not forget. You're not alone."

"I won't, sir. You have my word."

A/N- Okay most likely there are mistakes and I'm apologizing in advance for that, it's because I just uploaded this while I remembered about it and didn't have much time to read over it.