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Changes Two Chap 2

As soon as Hermione got home she checked to make sure her parents weren't around before pulling out the ingredients needed for an exorcism. Taking a breath she sets up the familiar cleansing spell she had used only a few months ago as Jane. The heavy feeling of déjà vu was apparent and the witch had to command her body to continue with the spell rather then collapse under the pressure.

Last time it had been fairly easy, but painful, she had passed out even with Fawkes' help. And this time Hermione had no phoenix to cry on her. At least she knew what to expect. Lighting the candles she begins the simple spell.

"I shall confront and expel all evil…

Out of marrow and bone-

Out of house and home-

Never to come here again!

Asa sa fie! Acum!" (Latin- Let it be so! Now!)

She commands sharply knowing the extra Latin would be needed, and it was. A black wisp of Riddle's soul emerged from the antique wand and once again tore through Hermione's chest attempting to bond. As the last words of the spell fall from her lips the black cloud is forcibly yanked from the witch's scar turned to ash.

Hermione slumps forward gasping for breath, grabbing her wand she concentrates. "Scourgify! Evanesco!" The not-so-young girl commands knowing that if anyone found her there would be even more questions if they saw the spell's supplies. Finally the witch gives into the darkness that had been pulling at her conscious mind, falling flat on the floor she knows no more.

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Hermione woke slowly listening to the voices around her. She recognized both of them, one was Professor Dumbledore and the other voice belonged to Remus Lupin. So they did find me, she thinks restlessly. Why am I not surprised?

"Hermione?" The kind voice of R.J. Lupin calls. "I know you're awake, I can hear your heartbeat."

"Déjà vu." The witch comments idly referring to when she woke up after being hit by Dolohov's curse at the ministry. Opening her eyes the girl glances around the slightly familiar room only to frown, as she can't place it. "Where am I?" Hermione asks dubiously sitting up in the small bed.

"You're at the Burrow Hermione." The werewolf replies, his hair was speckled with gray, more so than Hermione remembered in either time.

Time to play my part. The girl thinks sadly. Will I ever be able to not hide who I fully am? "What happened?" She asks finally looking to Remus for answers before remembering that he wasn't her Remus and turning to the headmaster instead.

"That's what we were hoping you could tell us Ms. Granger." The elderly wizard says examining the young woman thoughtfully.

Hermione opens her mouth to say something but freezes when she sees Dumbledore's right hand. The limb was blackened and shriveled, as though the flesh had been burned away. What happened? The young witch thought not daring to ask the question aloud. It was then she noticed the ring. I don't believe it! Hermione exclaims mentally. The ring, Marvolo's ring! The old coot actually found it and managed to destroy it!

The black magic that generally surrounded a horcrux was no more, though it seemed as though most of it had transferred to poison Dumbledore himself. It's a miracle he's still alive. Realizing she was staring the young girl quickly averted her eyes before asking the question she already knew the answer to. "What happened to your hand?"

"An accident over the summer." Dumbledore replies lightly before growing serious. "Now Ms. Granger, if you would, please explain to us what happened?" He commands politely leaving no room for argument.

"I don't know sir." The girl answers just as grave, ever the liar. "Who found me?"

Remus speaks up from his position in the chair beside her. "That would be me. I was worried about you so I decided to visit you and when no one answered I knew something to be wrong."

"You, or the Order?" Hermione asks bitterly immediately regretting her words as she sees the look on Remus' face.

Dumbledore clears his throat to have her attention once again. "We were all worried Ms. Granger but Mr. Lupin was kind enough to volunteer to see you."

Once again the young girl opens her mouth to speak only to be stopped, this time by a knock on the door.

"Come in." The headmaster calls pleasantly.

The door swings open to reveal a rather ruffled looking Mrs. Weasley loaded down with a heaping tray of food. "Oh, something just told me you'd be awake dear! And I knew you'd be hungry as well!" The stout woman exclaims bustling about the room and sitting the heavy tray in front of the girl. "There you are dear, eat up." She commands sternly.

Hermione says nothing as she notices the tears in the elder woman's eyes. A familiar ginger cat with a squashed face jumps onto his mistress' bed, purring as the girl immediately showers him with affection. "Crookshanks!" Hermione says surprised by the cat's sudden loving nature. He had been rather strange around her since she came back from… the other dimension? Time? The young witch brushes away her stray thoughts.

"Ah yes." Remus begins as he reaches out to tickle the cat's ear. "He was rather rabid when I found you, refused to leave your side he did." The werewolf informs his former student.

"Oh. How long have I been here?" Hermione asks finally taking a bit of time to eat the food given to her.

Mrs. Weasley clucks her tongue as she attempts to fluff the pillows Hermione is leaning on. "The day before yesterday. It's rather nice though, that you've waken now, we're expecting Harry in the morning."

"And on that note…" Dumbledore interrupts. "I must be going." Bowing his head to the occupant in the bed the headmaster leaves.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Please Review! Okay some of you are confused. Jane is now back in her original time as Hermione, she must live through the sixth year as a student. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince is happening now.