The Two Founders Chapter 5: I'll See You In 50 Years!, a harry potter fanfic

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Drip…

Hermione sighed as she sat down on her favourite plush red and gold couch, listening to the calming sounds of rain drumming against the glass pane. 'One day, you were a Granger, the next – POOF! You're a Ravenclaw!' She leaned forward to put her elbows on her knees, massaging her temples with her fingers. 'At least your name at birth wasn't Walburga or something.'

Tap… Drip…

'Just ignore that, it must be an owl for someone else.' She looked around, there was no one there.

Tap. Drip…

Tap! Drip…

"Gosh, bloody hell, bird!" Hermione exclaimed, "Hold onto your knickers- I mean your feathers!" She went over to the window and opened it, allowing the soaking wet owl to fly in. It hooted blearily, sticking out a leg. She peeled it off gently from the tired bird and gave it a dried strip of jerky left behind from one of Ron's 'famous snack attacks'. The owl shook its feathers and flew out again.

Dear Hermione,

There is a matter of importance I must talk with you about. Please come to my office at 8:00pm.

Professor Albus Dumbledore.

P.S. I rather enjoy those muggle candy bars called Mars.

Hermione looked at the ripe-with-age grandfather cloak in the corner of the Gryffindor Common Room and saw it was 7:45pm. "Time to get going!" She said, opening the door while waving her wand, "Depulso."

The window snapped shut.

She began to walk down the winding stairs as she heard the chattering of students going back up – or down – to their respective houses after dinner. She sighed again and began to head towards the third floor, towards her grandfather's office.

"Mars." She whispered to the gargoyle guarding. It jumped out of the way and she stepped on the growing staircase. When she reached the top, she heard a faint "Come in" from Albus Dumbledore.

"Grandpa!" She squealed, launching herself at the headmaster.

She felt his hands weakly pat her back as he choked out, "Her… Mio… Nee… Can't… Breath…"

Hermione stepped back immediately and said a soft, "Sorry."

Dumbledore chuckled, "No need to worry."

"What did you want me to do?" Hermione asked.

"Ah… Yes… This year you are 17, are you not?" He asked. When she nodded he smiled, "You know the consequences of time travel, yes?" When she nodded again he said, "I would like you to go back in time."

A second past as Hermione digested his comment.

"What?!" She half-yelled, slamming her hands on his desk, making Fawkes squawk with annoyance.

"Yes, you are to go back in time – to stop the fate of Tom Riddle's descent into evil, I might add. You will adopt him in his sixth year, that was when he had asked Horace about Horcruxes." Dumbledore said, stroking Fawkes' head.

"Me? Adopt Tom Riddle?" Hermione said in a small voice.

"Yes. But before you do, you must go to me and give me this. It gives details about your situation and you must get the position of Defense teacher." He said seriously.

"Then?" She asked, dreading the answer.

"Well, you should get your former looks, don't you?" Dumbledore asked in an innocent voice, "Turn to me and close your eyes." She did as he said and he muttered something, waving his wand.

The results are immediate.

Golden honey-like hair replaced her frizzy brown hair, her freckled disappeared into a faint dusting and her features grew mature. When she opened her eyes, stormy silvery-blue eyes were there instead of chocolate eyes.

"Grandpa?" She asked in a shaky voice, poking her features.

"Yes, Hermione?"

"Can I see… Myself?"

His reply was a mirror being conjured, levitating 3 feet off the ground. She looked at the reflecting glass and gasped.

"T-that's me?" She said, prodding everything.

"Yes. And you look just like your father!" Dumbledore said in a booming voice.

"Oh." She sighed.

"Well, you should have your powers again…" He mumbled, frowning.

"Little maiden, you should take care in the past."

"Who said that?" Hermione asked, glancing around.

"Look to your right, that's right, now look at the phoenix stand to see a fabulously beautiful red-gold-yellow-orange-dark blue-and-silver-streaked phoenix glaring at you, wishing she was human to slap your grandfather for giving me a freaking boy's name!" The musical voice said, sounding annoyed.

"Oh." Hermione spoke.

"Hermione?" Dumbledore said softly.

"Master calls!" Fawkes said in a sarcastic singsong voice.

"Yes?"

"Could you speak in English?" He asked seriously.

"What? I am speaking in English!" Hermione exclaimed.

"… I'm guessing it's one of the powers." Dumbledore mumbled, riffling through some papers, "Maybe it is… Hm…"

"Er…" Hermione stuttered.

"Ah, here it is!" The old man said, "The Speech of the Winds, the equal of Parseltongue, but only it is more rare. Rowena's special skill, one might say…"

"Ok?" She said uncertainly.

"Sounds rather like music…" He mused, before smiling at her, "Well, aren't you gathering your things?"

"Er… Yeah," Hermione said, waving her wand. Her things appeared on front of her and she gasped, "But what am I going to do-"

Dumbledore waved his wand and she fainted, crumpling into a ball in the middle of a circle. Three letters flew into her pockets.

"I'll see you in 50 years!" He said cheerfully, waving his wand again.

The long awaited restart!