A/N: I'm going to be honest. I am not sure the actual year it would be for Hermione in her 7Th. year. If there is anyone who knows, PM me so I can change it accordingly.

A few hours later, Hermione woke up for the second time and realized she was still in the wing. It was a dream, it had to be – there was no way Snape and Malfoy were students, besides, her time turner was still in her room making it impossible for her to have traveled back in time.

She sat up slowly and continued to look around. Seeing no one, she placed her feet on the ground and made a run for it, she had to see for herself.

She made it as far as the third floor before Dumbledore stopped her.

"Miss, I cannot allow you to run about the school when I have no idea who you are."

"This is getting ridiculous Professor" she said with an aggravated sigh, "and I don't find this... joke, funny in the least. You know who I am; I am Hermione Granger. H.e.r.m.i.o.n.e G.r.a.n.g.er."

Dumbledore raised his hand once again, "Please Ms. Granger, come to my office so we can sort this business out."

Feeling like she had no choice, she nodded and followed him to the Stone Gargoyle. Once they reached his office, she took a seat across from his desk and waited patiently – she half-expected Ron and Harry to jump out yelling 'gotcha '.

"Now, Ms. Granger. You say you attended her for 7 years... What year do you believe this to be?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow and sighed, "1997"

Dumbledore sat back and shook his head, "I'm afraid the year is 1977, you seem to be missing 20 years." He replied

"Impossible" Hermione replied, "I was just in Knock Turn Alley buying a book. I'm sure I would realize if 20 years were missing."

"What in Merlin's name were you doing in a place like that... Were you in Slytherin?"

Hermione almost gagged at the comment, Her in Slytherin... I think not.

"I was and am in Gryffindor" she stated proudly with her arms crossed over her chest.

Dumbledore stood from behind his desk and walked around the room, muttering quietly to himself. Hermione watched the man play scenario after scenario through his mind, looking for anything that would bring this situation to light.

"Ms. Granger" Dumbledore started with a thoughtful look, "What was the last thing you remember?"

Hermione leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, if they were playing a joke on her they were doing a damned good job at it.

"I went to the book shop in Knock Turn Alley to buy a rare book. I showed the shop owner my money and he went back to grab the book for me. I looked around, selected two more books and walked back to the counter." She paused for a second; "Oh and I looked at a book that was without a title. When I went to put the book back, a piece of paper fell out. I picked up the paper and put it in my pocket, then went to pay for the books. Once I pulled my money pouch out, the little paper fell out and I picked it up to read it."

"Do you remember what the paper said?"

Her brows furrowed in concentration, trying desperately to remember it, " It was in a different language but I don't remember the words." she finally stated.

"What did the book look like?" Dumbledore asked with concern, something Hermione did not miss.

"Brown, old, no title and in a different language as well... why?" she asked

The old professor sat down while shaking his head – he had a feeling he knew what happened.

"About 15 years ago" Dumbledore started, " A wizard by the name of Robert Stanley was creating spells that would allow time travel. He was foreign, but no one knew where he was from exactly. During his experiments, he created logbooks of the different spells he created and tried – eight to be exact. Stanley was never able to prove his spells worked and died about 12 years ago."

Hermione was wracking her brain trying to remember if she had ever read anything about the man.

"When Stanley died, The ministry cleared out all of his research but only 7 of the 8 books were found." He paused again, "The books were all the same – plain and brown."

"So you think I picked up the 8Th book and the spell was a time travel spell?"

"That is what I believe." he stated, " The problem is, With Stanley dead... I don't know how to send you back. His research was never completed and as far as I know the other 7 books were destroyed."

Hermione groaned and sat back in her chair, she didn't want to be here, she wanted her friends.

"So what do I do Professor?" she asked

"You have no choice but to stay here and start over while we look for a solution." He stated firmly, "However, the Gryffindor girls dorms are filled to capacity this year as we had a few transfers so you will be staying in a private room until we can send you back."

"That doesn't sound too bad" she thought to herself,

She nodded, "I guess it's the only choice I have."

A few hours later, Hermione and Dumbledore walked through Diagon Alley to get her some new supplies and robes. He decided to keep her in Gryffindor, he didn't feel a resort was necessary.

She was glad to still have her wand but other then that she had nothing but the clothes on her back. It was frustrating. They purchased her books, quills, ink, Gryffindor robes and normal clothes to wear underneath; she was set for the most part.

They went back to the castle where Dumbledore showed her the room in which she would be living in. It wasn't huge but it was big enough for her. The room was bare with the exceptions of a small dresser, a double bed and a vanity with a mirror. The room was also connected to a small plain bathroom.. At least she didn't have to share.

Dumbledore gave her the new schedule, wished her good night and left her alone. She had no friends here, she had no books other then her school books and she was without Crookshanks as well... she was not a happy camper.