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Hermione was startled awake by a black owl tapping on the window near her bed. Groggily she shuffled her way over to the window and let the irritating bird in. He held out his claw impatiently to her, attached to it a blue piece of parchment with a silver ribbon.
Eyeing the note curiously she removed it from the owl's leg and opened it slowly. What was written in the letter made her heart stop. She let the letter slip from her hands onto the floor and the black owl made its way back out the window she left open. Hermione bent over and clutched the letter into one tight hand, she felt herself start to get nervous and anxious all at once. As quickly as she could Hermione ran at full speed out of her room, knocking over a side table and nearly slamming herself into the door in order to push it open faster.
No one in this time should know her real name. No one. Maybe she was overreacting but she didn't think so, she knew of various ways that the ministry could track Time Travelers. Headmaster Periwinkle undoubtedly would have informed them of what she saw before Hermione had disappeared in a mist of color and electricity. It wasn't like there were a lot of incidences that would be described as a sphere of colorful lights, bolts of electricity and then poof, the person in the center is gone.
"Headmaster!" She barged through his door, nearly out of breath. Placing her hands on her knees in order to keep her self from falling over. She never knew a run from a Prefect's room to the headmaster's office could take such a toll.
"Mya?" Dumbledore asked concerned, standing from his seated position behind his desk.
"Someone knows," she gasped out "The Ministry knows!" She finished in a strangled gasp, standing up to look at him she walked over and placed the note on his desk, panic evident in her voice and eyes. "I've only been here four days and they know! How can they know!?"
"Calm my dear, how do you know that the Ministry is aware of your," Dumbledore paused "Situation?"
"I received that letter with my real name on it." She explained, as if that explained everything.
"Hermione," Dumbledore let the new name roll off his lips. "If the ministry knew of your existence, I don't think they would send you just a letter my dear. I doubt whoever sent this knows you're even a time traveler."
"But what am I supposed to do then when people start asking? Because you know people will start questioning." She asked.
"Mya, your story can be that Mya is an abbreviation of your real name Hermione." Dumbledore supplied logically. Hermione felt silly, she had made the name up for her self based off her name to begin with. She was just worried that people knowing her real name, people she knew when they were adults, would find out in the future who she really was. "As for the ministry knowing, exactly how much do you know about the particular spell you cast from the Book of Trade?"
"Just that I came back through time, made a deal with the Magic's to fix what was wronged." Hermione plopped herself into one of Dumbledore's plush red chairs.
"I see," the Headmaster offered her a lemon drop, which she kindly refused. "You have no idea of the implications of the deal you made." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Hermione felt foolish once again, she had not spent that much time with the spell she knew, but she couldn't have misinterpreted it wrong. Could she? "You Miss Granger are not going to be going anywhere anytime soon." He supplied when he noticed her contemplative look.
"How long will I be here for?" Her heart jumping into her chest, inside she knew that she already had the answer.
"I don't think you will be going back to your time Mya. You made a deal with the Magic's and part of the implications of the trade is that you exchanged your life there for a life here in order to, as you put it, right a wrong." Dumbledore took in her reaction. She simply sat in the chair staring at the carpet as if she were staring into the distance. Hermione was desperately trying to process what Dumbledore had told her.
"What about the Ministry sir?" She asked meekly.
"The ministry will never know for as far as they are concerned, your lives are the same in both eras, only you'll be living in this one instead of returning. All the information they have about you will be dated in this era instead of your era. " Hermione yet again felt silly. She should have studied more, should have understood more. But no, Hermione was to preoccupied with all the events of the war, all the deaths to worry about research. The one time she doesn't worry about research ends up being the one time she really screwed something up. How Ironic she though bitterly to herself.
"You mean," she took a shaky breath "I'm stuck in this era forever."
"To live your life here as if you would have there, yes, forever." Dumbledore noticed the first tears start to fall down her cheeks. She was so incredibly livid with herself, with the world, with the Magic's that she had used to create this stupid deal to begin with. "When you dabble in the old arts, Miss Granger, the consequences are not always clear to us. This is why Wand Magic was created, to abolish the uncertainty of Wand less Magic." He further explained.
"I can never go home then, this was all because of my irrationality, now I can never go home!" She bit out, angry with herself for not being more careful. She knew she wasn't that good at Wand less Magic, only a few of the order members knew a minimal amount of spells and they were warned of the unpredictability of them. Yet, she still acted irrationally, felt she could control power stronger then she'd ever dealt with before.
After all she was Hermione Granger. But she was wrong, she wasn't as powerful as she had thought and now she was going to pay the ultimate price. She had exchanged the time she lived in for a new one.
"Home," Dumbledore studied her carefully "Must not have been too forthcoming if you saw fit to come back in time to fix it." Hermione mulled over his words, she was happy here, but she was under the impression she would be able to fix some things here so they would be fixed in her own time. She was never under the impression that in order for her to fix things she had to stay in this time.
"I was going to change history sir, I wasn't going to tell anyone and I was going change history." She admitted with tears in her eyes.
"You are changing history by simply existing in this time Mya Granger; it is just a matter of how much you wish to change it." The Headmaster smiled at her again, that light back in his eyes, as if he knew everything already.
"Thank you sir." She decided against giving the headmaster a hug. She still had so much to think about.
"Yes, well my dear, you better hurry or you will be late to breakfast," He eyed her humorously "Unless you plan on attending in your sleepwear." Hermione blushed when she realized she was just in a tank top and shorts.
"I think I might skip breakfast."
"Nonsense my dear, a good day always starts with a good breakfast. I expect to see you there, now off with you."
"Yes sir." She smiled feeling slightly better. In her mind and heart though she just wanted to curl up and cry her eyes out, but she had appearances to keep up in this time. She knew if she didn't show up for breakfast people would start wondering even more then they already did about her.
"As if they aren't talking about me already." She mumbled angrily. It all seemed so pointless now, but she was stuck with it. "Might as well make the best of it."
Hermione sauntered into the great hall heading directly over to the obnoxious group of boy's that were waving her over.
"Like I don't have eyes, you guys can put your hands down now." Hermione laughed.
"Oy Mya, if we did that you might have missed us." Sirius laughed, scooting over and in the process pushing Peter over and squishing him against a rather large seventh year Gryffindor. Hermione took her seat next to Sirius with a coy smile; he just had this charm about him that made a girl want to flirt with him.
"I know your tricks Black, they don't work on me." She stated matter of fact before turning to look at James as he shoveled a mouthful of mash potatoes into his mouth and mumbled something incoherent. Then she saw a flash of red hair swing around and before she knew it she was looking into the face of someone who could only be Lily Potter. 'Correction Lily Evans still' Hermione thought to herself.
"Hi! Wow I'm terribly rude I just got so caught up talking to Kayla," Lily motioned to a girl sitting next to her with coco colored skin and tight black curls that Hermione envied for hair "That I didn't even notice you sit, I'm Lily." Lily reached across the table to offer her hand and Hermione took it graciously.
"Mya Granger." She introduced politely. And all of a sudden a rush of emotions hit her, she tried to hide it but if she didn't get out of the great hall soon it was going to consume her. She needed to come up with an excuse and fast and she did "Oh my, Defense Against the Dark Arts is about to start soon and I left my books in my room. Excuse me." Lily looked at Mya oddly but nodded her head in somewhat of understanding.
"She does realize we have a duel today right, and that we don't need our books?" Lily asked concerned for the new girl.
"I thought she new," Remus said, a bit confused. "I remember telling her yesterday. But then again her old school did things a bit differently; it might take her awhile to break some old habits"
"Maybe she just forgot." James suggested through a mouthful of more food. Everyone rolled their eyes, Remus had just said that, but then again James always had to simplify things.
"Let's hope she doesn't forget her wand to." Peter added snidely, he didn't like her much at all.
"Well look if it isn't Granger," Malfoy started walking up to the girl sobbing in the corner of one of the more darker hallways.
"I thought I made it clear to go away and leave me alone already Ferret." Another set of tears forced their way out of her eyes when she realized she used the nickname that Ron, Harry and her had given to Draco Malfoy way back when.
That's why she was here crying to begin with. When she saw Lily she looked so much like Ginny only older, and when she thought of Ginny she thought of the Weasely's and when she thought of the Weasely's her mind turned to Ron. Hermione thought she had laid him to rest months after he died, and she had, she was getting so much better letting her past love go.
But with everything that had been happening, Harry's death so fresh in her mind, the fact that she would never be able to go home and visit their graves; it just all escalated into a slippery slope of uncontrollable emotions. She didn't even make it to her room before the pain consumed her and forced her to her knees in blood curdling screams of anguish. Some of the screams brought attention to herself but she didn't care.
Now she was going to pay the price for not making it to her room. Now she had to deal with Lucius.
"Now Now Granger that's no way to treat a fellow student." Lucius tsked.
"I really don't consider you a fellow student Lucius, I consider you a traitor to the wizarding world." She bit out, standing up to face him at equal level her teary eyes ablaze with anger and hatred yet again.
"A shame you feel that way," Lucius stalked closer to Hermione and she stepped back. The moment she took a step away from Lucius she realized she had folded to soon by the smirk of triumph on his face. "You see my master is gathering forces, and he was quite intrigued with your absent use of wand less magic and the fact that you just happen to be at Hogwarts this year instead of transferring earlier. He wants to know more about you, perhaps you should meet him?" Lucius suggested kindly, but his words were laced with warning.
"Tell Voldermort I'm not afraid of him!" Hermione demanded and then spit in Lucius face. When she turned to walk away Lucius grabbed her and threw her against the concrete wall, pinning her there with his body.
"I suggest you watch how you act Mya," With that Lucius kissed her roughly on the mouth before she had a chance to struggle "your actions will dictate if you live or not." When he pushed off her Hermione had a look of death in her eyes. Lucius just laughed and at that moment she wanted nothing more then to slap that look off his face, but she couldn't bring her body to move. "See you in the next class Mya." And with that Lucius left with a skip in his step.
wiping her face with the back of her hand, she realized something. Something very important. Now all she had to do was hope she was right.
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