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This story is now set in 1962 for a reason. I have purposely moved Hermione's birthday and other events in the Potter series in order for the time line to work.

There is a note in one of the future about the timeline and if you wish to read it, then awesome.

Please do not leave me a review telling me that I have done the dates wrong, because they were done this way for a reason. I do my research before writing and I know all about Lucius, Hermione, and a bunch of other birthday's that people feel they need to tell me over and over again.

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Chapter Two

When Hermione started to come out of the darkness, she began to hear voices. She was afraid of moving for fear of the pain coming back, so she remained lifeless, and kept her eyes closed. She heard a woman and a man arguing before she felt herself being levitated. Being levitated brought back the searing pain of the glass shards still lodged all over her body, once again the pain was too much and she succumbed to darkness.

Hermione awoke much later. Her body no longer in pain and the room was blissfully silent. Praying to Merlin that when she opened her eyes that the pain didn't come back, she slowly cracked open her eyes. She sighed in relief that no pain came when she fully opened her eyes. However, she gasped in shock when she began to look around at her surroundings.

She was in a bed at he Hogwarts infirmary. Hermione's head began to swim with questions. Why am I here? Why am I not in the hospital bed at the Ministry or St. Mungos? It was then that she remembered the bright light before the darkness took her over. Is this where the bright light took me? Did one of those men cast a spell? She couldn't remember. She remembered Draco calling her name and then blacking out. He must be worried sick. She hoped he was okay, and not worrying about her too much. She glanced down at her right hand to the ring she wore on her middle finger.

It was a simple platinum ring with a single emerald stone in the middle, on the inside it was engraved with a simple M&G, which stood for Malfoy and Granger since their last names were so long. Draco gave her the ring the day after they were partnered together. Draco wore a similar ring with a ruby stone in the middle of his with the same engraving. He told her that they were the prime examples of inter-house unity and were going to embrace it. Draco said he had found a spell to connect the rings to each other, so that when one of them was in mortal peril that the other ring would burn. However, this only happened when they were apart from each other. The ring was also spelled so that if one of them were to die, the stone in the middle of their rings would turn black.

Hermione thanked him for the kind gesture and made it a point to never take the ring off. She smiled now at the memories and saw that the stone in the middle of her ring was still emerald green. Her finger was also not burning so Draco must be fine. She just hoped that it didn't begin to burn. Hermione's thoughts began to slow as she realized just how tired she really was. Auror training and patrolling at night for the Ministry had taken a toll on her over the last few weeks. She was happy to know that this was the last night she would ever have to patrol, and fell into a dreamless sleep.

It was when Hermione heard voices that she woke up and remembered where exactly where she was. Hermione opened her eyes and looked towards where the two voices were coming from. There were two women behind the white curtain, the sun casting their silhouettes on the curtain beside her. Hermione turned her head towards the voices and began to listen to what they were saying, instantly recognizing the two voices.

"Poppy how is she doing?" she heard Professor McGonagall ask in worried tone.

"Quite frankly Minerva she is lucky to be alive. If you two didn't bring her in when you both did, she would have died. There was so much blood and so many pieces of glass as you saw. It took two blood replenishing potions, five bottles of dittany, and a whole lot of salve to keep her alive. I am proud to say she no longer has a scratch on her, but I want to observe her for another night before I release her. "Madam Pomfrey said with confidence.

"Okay Poppy, but as soon as she wakes up, we need to find out who she is. She looks like a nice girl, and I want to know why she was so badly injured." Minerva said.

Hermione's brow furrowed with confusion and she bit her lower lip. She looks like a nice girl? Minerva had known Hermione since she was eleven years old and was the one who came to her house to explain the Wizarding world to Granger family. How could Professor McGonagall not know me? If she didn't know who Hermione was that meant Madam Pomfrey didn't either and Hermione began to panic. What was going on? How did they not know her? If they didn't know her, who would? Hermione began going through the last twenty-four hours to try to figure out why these two people didn't know her and then the answer dawned on her.

The time-turner.

She was wearing the time-turner when she was blasted into the glass case. The blast must have set off the time-turner sending her back, wherever she was or rather whenever she was. Whoever put that time-turner in that case must not have known that is was broken. Instead it worked and she was now somewhere in the past. That's why the two women didn't know her, she was either not at school yet or not born yet. She needed to speak to Professor McGonnagall or Professor Dumbledore since she was back in time he was still alive. Hermione began to listen to the two women, trying to decide when to let them know that she was awake and who she was.

"… Minerva judging from the scars I found already on her body that was not the first time something like that has happened. It looks like that poor girl has been through more than we could imagine."

"So what are you saying Poppy? That she is a victim of constant abuse? We need to call Albus; he'll know what to do. Besides he asked me to keep him updated on her progress. We were so frightened when we found her lying there covered in glass and blood. He'll be happy to know she's going to be fine." Minerva proceeded to walk away from the curtain and Hermione could vaguely hear the floo being activated and heard a voice that she hadn't heard in years agree to come down to the Hospital Wing. It was only seconds before Albus Dumbledore stood outside the white curtain and joined the conversation between the two women.

"Hello Poppy. Hello Minerva. Has our guest woken up yet?" Dumbledore asked. Hermione could practically hear the twinkling in his eyes.

"No that's why we called you. Poppy said that there are several scars all over her body from previous abuse Albus. What are we going to do? We can't just let her go back to the violence she came from. She nearly died! She's too young to die or suffer any more torture. You were with me; you saw how bloody she was. What can we do Albus? "McGonagall asked in a determined manner.

"Well why don't we ask her ourselves ladies." Dumbledore asked before yanking open the curtain.

Hermione's eyes went wide and she let out loud gasp. The three adults in front of her were not the same as she last remembered. They were many years younger, and it was a shock to her system to see them that way.

Professor Dumbledore was in the middle of the three wearing purple wizarding robes and a small smile. He had a short reddish brown beard, and his hair was the same color and of medium length. His face lacked the several wrinkles he had before he died in her sixth year, but his blue eyes still had their twinkle.

To the left of him was Madam Pomfrey, and she had a look of indifference on her face. Her arms were crossed in front of her and she was wearing her maroon nursing uniform She also lacked wrinkles and her hair was a dark brown that was pulled up into her nursing bonnet. Her blue eyes remained unchanged and she still gave off the persona of no nonsense in the infirmary.

On the right of Dumbledore was Professor McGonagall. She wore black teaching robes and had a ghost of a smile on her face. Her jet-black hair was pulled into a bun, and her green eyes popped out against her alabaster skin. Like her colleagues she barely had any wrinkles, which made her appear years younger than the McGonnagall she was used to seeing. She was happy to see that time only made her Professor and mentor more beautiful.

She was snapped out of her trance when she heard Professor Dumbledore let out a discrete cough. Embarrassed at being caught checking out the three adults in front of her, Hermione blushed beet red. It was then that she decided it was time to talk to the people in front of her and find out just exactly what year she was in.

"Good Morning. "Hermione said to the three of them. They repeated the polite gesture, but it was Dumbledore who took the lead of the three. He walked towards Hermione, and sat on her hospital bed. It was then that Hermione remembered Dumbledore was a master in occumulency and quickly put up walls to keep him from seeing things that could alter their timeline.

Dumbledore let out a chuckle, he must of heard her inner musings and saw that she put up walls.

"My dear judging from your reaction to seeing the three of us, that you must know us. But how is that possible if we've never met you?" He asked, his eyes twinkling at her.

"Yes, sir I do know you all. However, if you could lock the doors and cast a silencing spell around us, then I would feel more comfortable discussing how that is." Hermione said. She didn't want this conversation overheard by anyone other than the people who were in the room. She could never be sure of just who might be listening in.

The adult's eyebrows' rose in shock of her request, but Dumbledore simply waved is hand, and Hermione knew that her request had been granted. Dumbledore kept his gaze on Hermione and began to question her.

"What is your name my dear?"

"Hermione Jean Granger, sir. Could you tell me the year included with the date please? "She asked as she bit her lip in worry of the answer he was about to give her.

"Hermione what a pretty name. Of course child, today is Sunday August fifth, nineteen sixty two." He said with a reassuring smile as Hermione's eyes went wide and jaw fell down. NINETEEN SIXTY-TWO! GREAT SCOTT! Hermione began to shake, as panic coursed through her veins.

"Poppy could you please get Hermione a calming draught, she's beginning to shake." As Dumbledore inched closer to Hermione and grabbed her hands in a familiar gesture, Hermione calmed down a little bit and gave her former Headmaster a small smile in gratitude. Poppy handed Dumbledore a calming draught and gave it to Hermione to drink. She drank it down in one swallow and began to feel it working almost instantly. Hermione let out a sigh of relief and gave Dumbledore a nod that he could finish questioning her.

"What was the date before you woke up here my dear?"

"March fourth, Two thousand and one."

The two other adults in the room gasped at Hermione's answer. If Dumbledore was shocked by her answer his face didn't show it.

"What is your date of birth?" He continued on.

"September nineteenth, nineteen eighty two sir. I am twenty years old."

"So not a student I assume, and you must have attended Hogwarts since you seem to know us all. Tell me, what house were you in Hermione?" He gave her a small smile like he seemed to already know the answer.

"I was in Gryffindor like you and Professor McGonagall." Hermione smiled and looked between the two Professors who were also smiling at her.

"That's what I thought. "Dumbledore said his eyes twinkling more than ever. "Now Hermione could you tell us how you ended up here please." Hermione was about to start her story when Madam Pomfrey interrupted.

"Albus, she was wearing this when she was brought in. I took it off of her and kept it with me for safekeeping. I think this could explain at least how she got here." Madam Pomfrey walked forward, while reaching in her pocket and pulling out the time-turner Hermione foolishly put on at the Ministry.

Dumbledore took the time-turner from Madam Pomfrey and began to examine the time-turner in his hands. His face was one of complete indifference as he gave it a thorough look over.

"Albus do you know what that is? "Minerva asked warily. She was beginning to get antsy, waiting for answers that only Hermione could give.

"Yes Minerva I know what it is. This is a time-turner. "Gasps of shock erupted from the other two women in the room. " A time-turner that arrived to me, just two months ago. Now then Hermione, how did this come to be in your possession?" He gave her hands a reassuring squeeze and she began telling her story.

Hermione told the three adults about what had happened in the Ministry of Magic. While telling her story she received many shocked looks, gasps, and pained expressions when she neared the end of her tale. When Hermione was finished, Dumbledore took a moment to let her words sink in before speaking again.

"Hermione surely you know that it is not easy to go forward in time. Merlin knows it's difficult enough to go back as far as you have. It must have been the blast you suffered that triggered the time-turner to action. Whoever was in charge of those time-turners was clearly mistaken and must not have known much about them. Tell me Ms. Granger do you have any experience with time-turners, other than this predicament? "He asked.

"Yes sir, I do. In my third year here Professor McGonagall allowed me to have a Ministry approved time-turner to allow me to attend multiple classes, to get ahead in my school work." Hermione replied smiling fondly at the memories, but quickly put up her walls to keep Dumbledore out. She didn't want her slip-ups, to result in altering the time line.

Dumbledore gave her a small smile. "You seem to be skilled in Occumulency my dear, do you think you could let some of your walls down and let me view the memories that won't effect the future?"

She thought about it for a minute, and then began to arrange her walls to only let him see the memories of her getting the time-turner and using it for classes. She did not want him to see the parts where she freed Buckbeak and saved Sirius Black. When she was done, she gave him a small smile and a nod that she was ready for him. He gave her a smile in return and with a whisper he was in her mind.

He viewed her memories and let out a small sigh. " Hermione the time-turner you had and this one are very different. It will take me some time to research and call in an old friend to help send you back. I want to be sure that we don't send you back too far into the future or not far enough. So we need to figure out what to do with you my dear girl." He said looking to the women who stood next to him, to see if they could shed any light on the situation.

"Albus she could stay here or at one of our summer homes since all the staff is back at school now. She'll also need a new wardrobe, since her other clothes had to be cut off of her in order for Poppy to clean her wounds. The pre-existing scars are something we will talk about eventually Ms. Granger," McGonagall gave her a look before continuing on " I can take her shopping for all her needs with the Hogwarts accounts and show her around the area. It is probably much different from where you came from. She will also need an alias, that way people in the future do not recognize her name and a backstory in case people begin to ask questions. Then the rest we will just have to play by ear." McGonagall said while Madam Pomfrey nodded in agreement.

Cut off? Was she naked sitting in front of these three adults! Hermione thought to herself and quickly looked down to see what she was or was not wearing. She sighed in relief and could have sworn she heard a small chuckle from the man in front of her. She was wearing a Hogwarts t-shirt and what felt like sweat pants. She was just grateful she was not naked. Realizing that the three adults in room were staring at her and waiting for her to speak it was then that Hermione began talking.

"Professors and Madam Pomfrey, I don't mean to be a burden. I have money and can get a hotel room somewhere until Professor Dumbledore can send me back. I can go get my own clothes and take care of myself until then and I will try to remain as inconspicuous as possible." Hermione said while biting her lip. She did not want to be a burden on the people she had looked up to growing up. She had plenty of money in her beaded bag, since the Ministry gave the Golden Trio a hearty reward for bringing down Voldemort. She didn't have to pay Harry rent to live with him, since he flat out refused to take any money from her. She always kept a large amount of money on her, since she insisted on being ready for anything. With her current predicament she was glad she was always prepared, even if her friends mocked her for it.

"Nonsense Hermione, now that Minerva has thought of a good course of action. You will stay in my summer home in Hogsmead; it will be perfect for you. You can go shopping with Minerva tomorrow whenever Poppy decides you are well enough to leave. Now all that's left is what alias we should give you and your back-story. Any ideas?" Dumbledore asked.

Hermione thought for a moment and began to speak.

"I know Hermione isn't a common name, but I'm afraid that if we change it, I might not remember to respond to another name, and could result in someone asking questions. We need to change my last name, but what could we change it to? It would have to be something very common like Smith or Jones. What do you think Professor?" Hermione asked the man in front of her.

Dumbledore sat silent for a moment and Hermione could see the wheels turning in his mind as he was trying to come up with a plan. After several minutes of silence, he began to speak again.

"Okay, we will call you Hermione Green. Green is very common and still has the familiar Gr sound at the beginning so it is slightly familiar. Now for your backstory. You are a distant cousin of mine, who has taken a year off of your schooling, for a vacation. You attended an American Wizarding school, because your parents had to move there to take care of your maternal grandmother. You're vacationing here to get away from it all for a little bit. I think that should suffice. Anything else that you come up with, just make sure to let one of us know so that we can collaborate on your story." He took a breath, before continuing on.

"Now, Ms. Granger I need to ask you how you got those scars that Poppy, Minerva, and I are worried about. I can tell by the way you have put up your walls that there are certain things that you cannot tell us. Does this have anything to do with Tom?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes flickered with anger.

"Yes, the scars I have come from fighting Tom and his merry band of Death Eaters. I can't tell you all of what happens, but what has happened to me was all done for the greater good as you have said to me several times. It was necessary and if I had to do it over again I would." Hermione said with a sad smile.

Dumbledore sighed; his face was adorned with a frown. "Do we at least win in the end? That is all I really want to know."

Hermione stared at him for a while and began to think. Well if I tell him without specifics that wouldn't alter anything, right? I wouldn't be telling him anything but yes or no. He doesn't need to know about every little thing that happened.

"Yes we win, but many lives are lost. "Including yours was what she didn't say out loud.

The three adults in the room sighed in relief and Dumbledore dropped the subject. There was a pause before McGonnagall began to ask Hermione a question, rather than the man on her bed.

"So what are we to you in the future Ms. Granger? How do you know us so well?" McGonagall asked with a dead panned look on her face.

Hermione smiled, but before she answered made sure her state of mind was right. She didn't want to let any of them know about the death of Dumbledore, so she put her mind as if she were in her sixth year at Hogwarts.

"Well I know you Professor McGonnagall because you were the one to come to my house and showed my parents and me around the Wizarding world when I got my Hogwarts letter. You were my Head of House, transfiguration teacher, and someone who I look up to. My friends and I were constantly in your office, for always being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but you love us just as we love you. You also get along quite famously with my cat Crookshanks, and he doesn't like most people." Hermione said with a smile. The younger Professor McGonagall let a big smile grace her face as she looked down at the young girl. Hermione continued on.

"I know Madam Pomfrey because I have visited this wing several times in the past. Sometimes as a patient other times a visitor. She always puts her patients best interests at heart and has no tolerance for anyone disobeying her instructions." She gave Madam Pomfrey a smile that was easily returned.

Hermione looked at the man in front of her and finished her musing. " I know you Professor Dumbledore because you are the Headmaster in my time. You always give my friends and I advise in the form of irritating riddles, "she narrowed her eyes at him, which caused his eyes to twinkle and his smile to widen "and make time for any student, no matter what the issue is. You are a great man and an even greater Headmaster. My friends and I are lucky to have had you as our greatest ally." She said with a smile of her own, and made sure her walls were still in place.

Dumbledore turned to look at the wall across the infirmary and began to talk again. "Well dear it's about time for dinner, we've been talking for hours and I am sure you're hungry. So how about I have one of the house-elves bring you dinner, and you can freshen up in the infirmary bathroom. I'm sure you would like to wash off the previous day and take care of other things." He said rising from the bed.

"I will see you tomorrow after you go shopping with Minerva to show you where you will be staying. I hope you enjoy the rest of your night. Good evening Ms. Granger." And with that he said goodbye to Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall, then left the room with a crack.

"I will go put more clothes in the bathroom dear. Whenever you're ready to eat just let me know and I will bring you the food from the house-elves." Madam Pomfrey walked away and disappeared through a door to her office. Leaving Hermione and Professor McGonagall alone.

"Ms. Granger I will be back here at noon to take you shopping. You seem to know me well in the future and I see no problem with getting to know each other better now. So we will make tomorrow a fun day, okay?" She said with a smile.

Hermione's face lit up and returned her Professors' smile. For the first time that day she felt that maybe everything would be okay after all.

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