A/N: Hey guys! So, the next few chapters (if not all of them from here on out) are kind of short. They seemed long when I wrote them on my iPod though! So I'll post two today, just for you :)

DISCLAIMER: I still don't own Harry Potter…it's on my birthday list though!

Hermione now sat in the 1930's version of Hogwarts, with a completely different set of students in front of her. Boys and girls barely touched and spoke politely, which was foreign to Hermione. She figured she must look odd, dressed in pants and a T-Shirt compared to the other girls who wore the usual Hogwarts uniform-a skirt and a white dress shirt. But no one noticed her. Some students looked right in her direction, but looked right through Hermione. A figure appeared next to her, and she saw Dumbledore standing like there was nothing unusual about this.
"Miss Granger, no need to worry about appearances. They can't see you." Dumbledore said, and Hermione nodded in understanding. Of course they didn't. The two weren't living in the past...they were simply visiting what had already happened. She examined the room a bit more, and she saw an oddly misplaced looking student looking around at the other students. He had short black hair, but light blue eyes that looked wide and alert. He was almost Ron's height...the thought of Ron made Hermione's heart ache. Dumbledore pointed at the student.
"Edward Cunning," he named the student. "He was placed in Azkaban back in 1957 because they claimed he was crazy. You could say that, perhaps, because he was in a similar position as yourself. The difference between the two of you, however, is that poor Edward did start going a bit mad by the age of 34."
Hermione's attention went straight to the professor. "Really?"
Dumbledore nodded. "He was sent to the future, however, and experienced what Lord Voldemort would be like himself. I remember him coming straight to my office that day, but not much of what we spoke about. Thankfully he was willing enough to give me his memory. Ah, there he goes now. Come along, Miss Granger."
The duo followed as Edward quickly exited the Great Hall and strode straight to the Transfiguration classroom. His fist rapped on a wooden door beside the classroom three short times, and a voice came from inside.
"Enter."
The three of them entered what Hermione recognized as Professor McGonagal's office. The taste similarly between her two professor's almost scared her, at least between young Dumbledore and old McGonagal. Very few items covered the space in the room, and any items in the room had to do with either Transfiguration, books, or paper and a quill.
"Professor," Hermione asked. "If you knew what happened to Edward, then why didn't you just tell me in the office?"
"Miss Granger, my memory weakens with old age. Everyone's memory does. Unfortunately, this was just a small fact I found in a book, one I didn't expect to need to remember."
Hermione nodded, and turned her attention to Edward and young Dumbledore. She was curious as to what this was.
"Professor, have you found anything? Anything at all?" Edward asked expectantly, licking his lips a bit. He did this a few more times while Dumbledore went through a book, and Hermione suspected this was a nervous habit of his. Finally, Dumbledore pointed to a highlighted section of a book.
"Read this, Mr. Cunning," he said, and Edward picked up the book. Hermione got a quick glance at the title-Time, Space, and Beyond-and made a mental note to look for this book.
Edward took a breath and glanced at the passage in the book, and began to read. "'Time is a dangerous thing to mess with, like most magic is. There isn't much you can do about it, much less traveling through it. However, time travel is indeed possible, though risky and considered Dark Magic. The only currently-known way to time travel is by a spell, Temperus Cenciux. When hit with this spell, a witch or wizard will be sent back in time at a randomly picked number of years. The known sign of this curse is an oddly shaped scar where the curse hit, normally resembling an hour glass.'" Edward stopped reading, and Hermione held her breath. She remembered seeing a scar on her back in the mirror shaped exactly like that. Edward lightly touched his shoulder with his fingertips, and continued reading. "'Reversing this curse is difficult but not impossible. One way is to die in the time period you were sent to. You will not permanently die, but you will return to your body in the time period you originally belonged to, which is in a coma-state. The other way to return to your time period is to be hit by the curse again and receive it unwillingly. Having a family member or friend put the curse on you will do nothing but give you another scar.'"
Edward looked at Dumbledore with wide eyes. "So...I have to die?"
Dumbledore nodded. "Or somehow tempt a person to cast this spell on you without your directly asking."
"How?"
The room was quiet for a long while before Dumbledore responded. "I'm not sure."
Hermione and the older Dumbledore seemed to get farther away from the other two, and soon they were back in Dumbledore's 1979 office, Hermione full of questions.
"So...I have to die?"
"Or tempt someone to cast this spell on you without your asking them directly."
Hermione felt a sense of de ja vu; Edward Cunnings and the young Dumbledore had had this very conversation. Still, she had to ask: "How?"
The room was quiet for a long while before Dumbledore responded, sounding like an echo of his past. "I don't know..."