Snape stared at her, "Draco. As in Draco Malfoy?"

She scoffed, "Of course Draco Malfoy, how many Draco's do you think I know?"

He stared at her some more, "The two of you... were friends?"

Hermione gazed back up to the ceiling, "I suppose we were a bit more than that, but yes, we were friends." She stood, "Can you have them here by say, four this afternoon? There's a few things I would like to get done before I speak with them, including purchasing a rooster. Unless Hagrid has some, do you know?"

"If that oaf has a rooster? I have better things to do than to occupy my time with whatever creature he seems to buy." He sneered at her.

She leveled him with a look that brokered no arguing, "Mind your tongue Sir, a rooster is the safest and most effective way to kill a basilisk, like the one that is currently sleeping in the Chamber of Secrets."

"A basilisk?! The Chamber truly exists?" He exclaimed.

An amused half smile crept onto Hermione's face, "Yes to both questions, can I assume you'll help me harvest it once it's dead? I'm sure you could use quite a bit of it for potions experiments." As his eyes began to widen she continued, "Of course all that will come with a price."

The glower returned, "Of course," he spat, "everything for something."

She continued to smile, "I want you to tell Harry about Lily." At his shocked look she persisted, "You and her were the best of friends, you can tell Harry all about how great she was at potions or whatever you want. He doesn't know anything about her, he deserves to know."

His eyes narrowed, "If you think I'm going to willingly spent time with that brat, you can think again."

Hermione was silent for a time before she spoke, "He's not like his father, in fact... he's childhood has been very similar to yours." She looked over to see him gaping at her, "Your father isn't the only muggle to try to beat the magic out of someone, the difference between you is that you had your mother. Harry had no one, until now of course."

Snape finally snapped his mouth shut, "I should have recognized the signs..."

Hermione rubbed her forearm, "Don't blame yourself, he looks too much like his father, you hate James too much to look past that, but I ask that you try to."

Severus noticed the movement and pointed his wand at her, "Show me your arm."

Hermione looked at him and nodded, "It's not what your thinking, I promise." She rolled up the sleeves on her robes to show no marks. "I was tortured by Bellatrix at one point... she carved Mudblood into my arm with a cursed knife... it's nice to see it's gone now."

"Bellatrix?" he gasped, "She tortured you?!"

"Yes, but it doesn't matter any more, I survived, and it technically hasn't even happened yet." She smiled up at him before checking the time, "I can trust that you'll get the Malfoy's here later, I really must go take care of some things."

"I understand, I will see you this afternoon then."

Hermione studied him for a moment before rising, "Have a good morning Professor," she said as she walked out the door.

She quickly made her way through the castle and out the doors, and once she no longer felt the wards Hermione turned on her heel and apparated.

Hermione looked around the back alley she had just appear in before making her way up the street to house number four of Privet Drive. She steadied herself and knocked on the door.

A few moments later Petunia Dursley opened the door with a pleasant smile on her face before taking in Hermione's robes and scowling. "We told you lot that we would have none of your freakishness here."

Hermione just smiled at her, "I'm sorry Mrs. Dursley, I'm just here to pick up Harry's things. He will be living with me now, so you can go back to your normal life. Would you mind if I come in? I wont be long."

Petunia frowned at her before stepping back and allowing the girl to enter the house. "You said that you are here for Harry's things, but not Harry."

Hermione just smiled, "Yes, he's already at the castle. I'm just here for his things." She waved her wand, and Petunia watched in fascination as all of Harry's things came rushing at the girl before shrinking down small enough to put in her bag. The cage holding Hedwig gently floated down the stairs before Hermione unlocked it and opened it. Hedwig hooted her appreciation as she ruffled her feathers. "You know how to find Harry girl, I'm sure he'll be happy to see you when he wakes up," Hermione spoke softly to the bird. Hedwig nipped at her ear affectionately before flying out the half opened door.

Hermione turned back to Petunia, "As I said, Harry is going to live with me now. He's no longer your concern." With that she bid Petunia a good day and disappeared with a crack.

When Hermione reappeared it was in the apparition point in Diagon Alley. She brushed herself off and strode down the alley straight into Gringotts.

She walked up to one of the goblin tellers and spoke, "I need to speak with Director Ragnok regarding my inheritance."

The goblin showed his teeth, "And why exactly should that concern the Director?"

Hermione's stare was ice cold, "Perhaps it is because Salazar Slytherin is my father."

The goblin's eyes went wide, "I'll take you to the Director now Miss Slytherin."

She gave a saccharine smile, "That's what I thought."

He led her down a back passageway lined with gold until they came to a great door. The goblin opened the door slightly a poked his head inside, "A Miss Slytherin to see you Director."

A voice could be heard coming from inside, "She may enter, you can go now." The goblin bobbed his head and Hermione strode past him and entered the chamber.

Ragnok was standing as she entered with a slight grin on his scarred face, "I was wondering if Slytherin's daughter was ever going to make an appearance, now here you are."

Hermione took a seat, "Yes, here I am, and we have already had this discussion once before so I will cut to the chase. My soul and memories are from the future, I will need weapons and training as well as obtaining several objects I wish to keep secret at the moment."

A look of understanding crossed his face, "You made a deal."

"Yes I did, hence the weapons and the training. I will need two blades, longer than a dagger but shorter than a sword. Duel wielding preferably, I wish for one of your best soldiers to train me, or perhaps find someone who would suit my needs. I'll also need several guns from the muggle world, not yet though, perhaps sometime in the next year. I'll also need a trunk with several compartments to store potions, potion supplies and well as research books. A tent would come in extremely handy, one of the best, cost doesn't really matter, but it will need to be able to stand up for a long while." She noticed the saddened look on the Directors face. "Don't feel sorry for me, I may be leaving, but I have a very good feeling I'll be coming back."

He gazed at her intently, "Why did you come back?"

She started. "The Wizarding World would have been in shambles, Hogwarts destroyed...but I came back to save Harry, my brother."

Ragnok nodded, "Alright then, what else will you need?"

Hermione continued, "I'll need a new wand, not that anything is wrong with the one I have now, but I wish for one made of stone, something that wont break easily. I don't know where I will be going, but I would prefer my wand not get snapped. The tent, if it could have an interior of a house, that would be excellent, with room for a library. Actually make that all the amenities, including a stable. I don't know what it is, but that feels important. Also I know my father left me a house, I never had a chance to go the last time, could I get the floo address now?"

The goblin let out a hearty chuckle, "Of course Miss Slytherin, let me look though my files and find it for you. When would you like everything else?"

"Weapons as soon as possible, training we will have to plan a schedule around the few classes I will be taking, the tent... take your time with the tent. I want the best protection spells you can get on it."

Ragnok pulled a decrepit looking file out, "I apologize for the look of this, it has been sitting here quite a long time." He pulled out a sheet of paper and pushed it towards her.

Hermione looked at the paper and let out a snort, "Danger Island... could he be any more ridiculous."

The goblin looked slightly uncomfortable, "Well Miss, it was made unplottable, and no one else has been on that island in a thousand years. You have also been made secret keeper of sorts, so make sure if your bringing anyone with you, they know where they are going."

She nodded, "Also I will be killing a basilisk when I get back to Hogwarts. I understand the skin is excellent for armor, I will need two sets of armor made. Although not at the moment, you see Harry still a growing boy. I myself, well I think this body is about fifteen or sixteen."

Ragnok raised his eyebrows, "Will Mister Harry Potter be going with you?"

Hermione looked slightly uncomfortable, "Honestly, that will be up to him. It is his choice, if he wishes to come I wont be able to stop him."

Ragnok nodded, "And will Mister Harry Potter be training with you?"

"That is also his choice, though for some reason or another I have a feeling he is going to say yes." Hermione rolled her eyes, "Boys. Do you have anyone you could recommend for the wand?"

The goblin looked at her carefully, "Yes, I know a place. Advanced customers only though, it is in Knockturn Alley. A Place called The Spiny Serpent. I'm sure you will find exactly what you are looking for there. I will send a message to them to expect you tomorrow, 3 o'clock. Don't be late. As for the basilisk skin, before you start to harvest floo me, I will send a team to help preserve it for you."

"Thank you Director, you have been extremely helpful."

A grin appeared back on his face, "On your way out Snagrot will be waiting for you with your key, I took the liberty of sending him down to your vault to fetch some things I believe you will find interesting. Good day Miss Slytherin."

Hermione laughed as she left the chamber, "Good day Director Ragnok."

Sure enough, as she reached the end of the tunnel a goblin was waiting for her with a bag, "Snagrot, I presume?"

Snagrot nodded and handed her the key and the back before turning and walking away.

"Thank you!" She called after him, as she made her way out the front doors. The sun was now high in the sky, and she blinked up at it before turning on her heel and apparating back to Hogwarts