Hermione's eyes fluttered opened, and six concerned faces were circled around, looking down upon her as if she was an old friend, rather than some strange person who had materialized into the Potions classroom that morning. She rested on top of a bed in the Hospital Wing and noticed she was the only patient in the room, which was mighty convenient. Her focus came back to the crowd surrounding her, and realized the new additions to the group were, Professor Dumbledore (who for being twenty years younger still looked exactly the same. Each grey hair and wrinkle completely unchanged), Madam Pomfrey (who obviously looked much younger), and Professor McGonagall (who had darker hair and, as per usual, her lips pressed firmly into a thin line. They were always pressed into a thin line).

"How - how did I get here?" Hermione asked.

Sirius puffed his chest out, and flashed her a perfectly straight set of blinding white teeth. They were so blinding that Hermione had to shield her eyes.

"I carried you here, of course," he announced and winked. Which earned an inappropriate comment from James Potter for comedic relief, which shockingly his professors and the medi-witch seemed to ignore. That comment would have landed her in detention and lost points for Gryffindor in her time, she thought.

As Hermione slowly sat up, Peter faded into the background - where he belonged, and the rest of the people around her remained, looking concerned for her well being, yet also confused about her being there.

Uncharacteristically, Madam Pomfrey appeared to have no problem with the crowd of people around her bedside, when Hermione had always known her to be more strict and professional when it came to the care of her patients. It seemed that twenty years prior to when Hermione had known her, she was a completely different person.

After Pomfrey checked Hermione over with her wand, and announced that there did not seem to be any internal injuries, Dumbledore addressed the four young men.

"I must ask that you all leave our mysterious new visitor for the time being," he ordered with a twinkle in his blue eyes. His eyes always twinkled.

Sirius and James whined in protest, yet Remus - always the voice of reason, stifled them both while profusely apologizing to Professor Dumbledore for his friends' behavior, then led them away from Hermione, with Peter trembling behind.

When the room was cleared, save for Hermione, McGonagall, Pomfrey and Dumbledore, Professor Dumbledore twinkled his eyes towards Hermione.

"Sir," she began, her face was glowing it was so red. "I know this may be difficult to believe, but I think I've been sent twenty or so years into the past."

McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey's mouths both popped wide opened, which made them look like fish out of water. Professor Dumbledore, however looked into her mind, without permission, which Hermione found to be extraordinarily rude.

She saw the memories that he had sifted through, and she knew that he would realize she spoke the truth. Honestly she wasn't worried anyhow, because Dumbledore in his almighty Dumbledore-ness always knew everything, like the omnipresent being that he was.

When he withdrew from her mind, he turned to the two women.

"Minerva, Poppy, the girl speaks the truth," he told them.

They accepted what Dumbledore had told them immediately, because no one ever dared to question if the headmaster was mistaken. Everyone trusted him so completely, that it was almost to the point of foolishness.

After a few moments of taking in the news, Dumbledore sent McGonagall and Pomfrey away, so he could speak with Hermione privately, since Dumbledore preferred secrecy when it came to important issues that others could possibly help with, if they had been given the chance.

Then they began to discuss Hermione's options, and what her cover would be for arriving to Hogwarts out of nowhere, and decided she would be labeled as a transfer student. Which did not make much sense to Hermione, since there had never been a recorded case of a student transferring to Hogwarts. Also considering that it may have been safer for her, and for the future, if they had placed her into hiding, rather than allow her to pose as a student, interact with people of the past, and potentially cause a time paradox that would never be explained. Yet she went along with it regardless, due to that blind trust in Dumbledore.

When they were attempting to sort out a name for her, Dumbledore had come up with a suggestion.

With a coy smile, and a twinkle in his eye, he said, "We may as well smash down that fourth wall and give you the surname of Watson whilst you are here."

The old man was bonkers, Hermione did not understand.

Her left eyebrow arched high on her forehead. "Fourth wall, sir?"

Dumbledore laughed quietly and waved her off. "It is of no matter, my dear."

After which they settled on changing Hermione's entire appearance, to make her unrecognizable if she were ever to return home.

He waved his wand through the air, making circular motions and figure eights. Hermione felt her legs grow longer, her hips grow wider, her lips fuller, her waist narrower, her hair no longer bushy, longer and more full, and her nose thinner and straighter. She stood up from her bed, and looked at herself in a full length mirror; she was barely recognizable. Hermione had become runway gorgeous, and she felt her attitude shift with her new look. She felt sassier, and more confident, which she was sure would cause her to act quite out of character, of course.

Lastly she was placed into Gryffindor, and discovered that the blokes who had first found her would also be Gryffindor seventh years. To imagine the luck of being sent back in time to where she was the exact age of the people she had known as adults in the future!

Before she was sent on her way, she had one last question.

"Sir, will I ever be able to return home?" she asked with a lump in her throat.

Professor Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, as always.

"We shall see what happens after you've been here a few months and make meaningful relationships," he told her with an ominous tone.

Hermione nodded, and sashayed out of the Hospital Wing, since she decided her new look needed a sultry new walk.

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A/N - I hope you enjoyed the ridiculousness of this chapter lol. Thanks so much to my bffsoulsisterbraintwinfrandfellowsnakeandhornedserpent Em for looking this chapter over! Emmett appreciates it and adores you!