What the bloody hell? He was walking along and then out of nowhere a ruddy body pops out of the sky and lands ten feet in front of him. Tom heard her moan and watched her try to move over onto her side. He noticed that her arm was in an awkward position. He decided to make himself known to this intruder by firing a quick little stinging hex at her.
She blocked it...without a wand. Tom Marvolo Riddle is not one to be shown up, so he fired again. And she blocked it. Damn, he said to himself. Adventually she asked to see the fool Dumbledore, so he stepped out of the shade of the trees and then she bloody passed out!
"Damnit, stupid girls...falling...air.." Tom carefully walked over to her. "Wake up, girl."
She didn't move. So Tom swept his wand over her body to levitate it back to the castle, but his spell wouldn't work. What the hell? He thought. So once again he swept his wand over her body, and it still didn't work. Tom decided he'd think on it later. Bending down, he grabbed her bag, and lifted this 'Mione' up into his arms. It wasn't far up to the infirmary, and she didn't weigh much so he carried her all the way up to the castle.
Hermione's POV
Where the bloody hell am I? Were her first thoughts. Oh god, the light. Even worse, the pain! The last thing I remember was talking to...RIDDLE! She had already came encounter with the most evil wizard of her time and she passed out. Shows how brave I am...
Hermione tried to open her eyes again, only to see Albus Dumbledore peering down at her thru half-mooned spectacles. This Dumbledore isn't quite like the one I remember, the one she knew had a long grey beard and grey hair, this one had a shorter beard, and hair that was a nice auburn color.
"Ah. You're awake. Good. Welcome to the Hogwarts Infirmary! Tom tells me he found you by the lake. Say's you fired a few spells at him. And would hardly give your name, you just asked for me. Now, Miss-..."
"Uhm," she bagan, "My name is Mione, er, Hermione Granger." Hermione couldn't think of anything else to say. She hoped she was doing the right thing by giving her real name. "And, I would like to speak with you privately."
"But of course, Silencio!" Dumbledore said as he cast a Silencing Charm on the curtains around her bed. "You may begin."
"Right. This may be hard to believe, but I'm from the year 1997. I would be in my 7th year at Hogwarts right now, if it was open. There is a terrible war going on right now, with many casualties. It's between the light and the dark. The good and the bad. It all surrounds my best friend Harry, and a very powerful, dark wizard named Lord Voldemort." She paused here to try and let him understand a bit more. "You see, Hogwarts was cl-closed after, your, um, death."
"I see," he said a bit sadly.
"The final battle was about to commence when I left. I panicked! I had to stop this from happening. Voldemort has so many in his ranks, and our ranks were going down. The Order hardly has a good 300. There was no way! And it was all resting on my 17 year old best friend! All of our friends are going to be killed, or are already dead. My parents are gone! I know you can't change time. But! I had to do something! And I had to come back here and try to do something!" she had started crying now, great, emotions. Typical. She was supposed to control her emotions at all times. "Time has to be destined to change! This really can't be how the world is going to end! I was leant a time-turner in my third year to..."
"You were leant a time-turner in your third year?" He asked in a disbelieving voice.
"Yes, I had so many classes you see, so I had to use one. Thankfully the Ministry let me have one, 'bout the only good thing they've done. Anyways. The dark wizard I spoke of is in this era. In this school. I have to figure out how to change what is going to happen. I honestly don't mean to burden you Professor, it's just I have to do this. And, I-I don't think I should give you his name. You will figure it out in due time if I fail, hopefully you won't ever have to know who it is."
"I see, and what if time was not destined to change Miss Granger? Then what will happen, and how will you get back to your respecful era?"
"I know, Professor, that time-this time-is meant to change. Time-turners can't take you to the future, so I alone have to figure out a way to get home. I'm prepared. I know this has dire consequences." Hermione recited, taking the words exactly from the text.
"I will of course help. You see, if time was not meant to be changed Miss Granger, you being here could alter your future. We should take you to speak with Headmaster Dippet. We will need to come up with a plausable story..." he said thoughtfully.
"I've thought of that, sir," she said grinning, "My name, as I mistakenly told Tom already," she spat his name, although Dumbledore didn't seem to notice. "is Mione or Hermione. I can go by either. And, well, my pa-parents could of been killed by Hitler or Grindelwald. We could say that I had been homeschooled, so we won't have to get any other people or schools involved." That was hard. Saying that her parents are dead, she had never said it aloud before.
"That sounds excellent Miss Granger, although, I feel as if we should change your last name...just to be sure. Now are you of muggle-decent?" He asked kindly.
"Yes, but I'm sure it would be better to say I was a pureblood during these times..."
"Yes, I hate to admit it, but it is true, being muggle-born is not a good thing these days. Your last name could be DeLance, they were not well-known purebloods that were recently killed in an attack by Grindelwald. And there has been no sign of their teenage daughter for years, she supposedly ran away when she was 11. Now, are you well enough to walk to the Headmasters office?" He said taking the silencing spell off the curtains, while standing up.
"I think so, sir." She replied sheepishly. Hermione did a once over herself. Her arm was carefully wrapped in a bandage, and when she reached up to touch her forehead she could feel a bandaid over a cut on the right side of her forehead.
Oh, I hope it doesn't scar. I'll be another bloody Harry Potter.
Harry! She hadn't thought of him since she got here! I wonder what time is doing?
"Um, sir? What's the date?"
"Why it's September 1, 1944!" He replied happily.
They left the hospital wing for the treaturous walk to the Headmaster's office all in complete silence. Being that it was night, there were hardly any students in the hallway. Except for one, at which when she saw him, she falterd in her steps. Dumbledore noticed this and turned to give her an inquisitive glance.
"Professor!" They paused as said student camed up to them. "I see you've met the mysterious girl." Tom said as he cast a suspicious glare at Hermione.
"Why yes, Tom, I have. Now if you will excuse us, we are on way to the Headmasters office to get young Miss DeLance here, enrolled." Dumbledore replied with a cross between a kind and firm voice.
"Yes, Professor. I'll see you around, Mione." He said her name with slight venom in it.
Deciding not to accidentally cast a hurtful curse upon him, she just cast him an obviously fake smile.
"And I'll see you, oh gracious Head Boy." She said back with twinge of amusment in her voice.
She wasn't going to let him intimidate her. So far she has been through way more, seen more things than he, and she had killed. And he hadn't, yet. He would. But not yet. She remembered what Harry had said about the peninsive. Tom had all the teachers and especially Dippet wrapped around his fingers. He had free reign to do whatever he pleases.
Everyone was absolutely bloody-fanatic about Tom Marvolo Riddle. All the girls were smitten with him. Possibley some boys too. Well, she wasn't going to be 'smitten' with Tom Riddle. She was going to change what she had to, then get out of here.
"Strawberries and cupcakes," She looked up to see that they were already at the eagle that led you up to the Headmasters office.
"Dippet normally has his password as his favorite things." Dumbledore explained.
All Hermione could do smile as she was led up to the Headmasters office. Dumbledore knocked and was greeted with the smiling face of Armando Dippet.
"Ah, Albus, my old friend, what can I do for you?" He asked a bit tiredly, while taking a quick glance at Hermione.
"We have a new student, that needs to be sorted. You see, her parents were recently killed in Finland when Grindewald attacked their home. She has been homeschooled her whole life, and wishes to attend Hogwarts, for she has nowhere else to go. Her name is Hermione DeLance, and she is 17, I believe?" Hermione nodded, and he continued. "Yes, and will be put in 7th year classes." He handed the Headmaster the transcripts that Hermione conjured from her old school.
"Ac-actually, Professor, if I may, could I possibley be put in all the NEWT classes? You see, I'm quite ahead in my academics." Even if she was 53 years in the past, she still needed to keep up her studies.
"NEWT level? Well, if you wish. I hope you don't find them too difficult." Armanod said with a bit of regret in his voice. "I cannot help but wonder why you did not just proceed to Beauxbatons? It is far more closer than Hogwarts?"
"Well, you see, sir. My parents and I, be-before they died, used to live in Fulham, and I had read so much about Hogwarts, and when I was allowed to attend when we moved to Finland, it upset me greatly that I would never get an oppertunity to come here. So, now that I have the chance I would love to go here."
"Fair enough Miss DeLance, now if you will please come here, we can get you sorted into your rightful house." Armando said pleasantly.
Headmaster Dippet reached up and grabbed and ratty looking hat from atop a shelf and placed it on her head.
Hermione waited till she could hear the hats voice in her head.
"Ah, Miss Granger, a bit early aren't we. I am not quite sure you can do what you have come to do. I see your stuburness, and that could be your downfall. You have been through much for such a young age. You've changed, Miss Granger, whether you can believe it or not. You are not the same brave Gryffindor you once were. You're more, you're cunning, braver, intelligent, loyal, and not afraid of what life has to bring to you. You've done wrongs, but only for the right. Oh, the knowledge you possess. You will always be one of the greatest minds to walk these halls, if not the greatest! There is a challenge ahead that you may or may not surpass, it is up to you to make that choice, You have assests suitable for any house. I'm afraid, that where you think you want to be placed is not what you really need to succeed. I have made my decision. Good luck, Hermione. Slytherin!" The hat yelled the last word outloud.