She hurried up to the front entrance hall before checking the wards to find Harry. Discovering he was in the Great Hall she rushed there.

Harry was eating breakfast when the doors to the hall blew open and Hermione swept in before joining him at the table.

"Good morning Harry, how are you feeling?" She enquired.

He swallowed before answering her, "I feel... lighter? Like I had a huge weight on my shoulders that I never noticed until it was gone. Yeah.. lighter, and better. If that makes sense."

Hermione laughed, "I understand Harry. Now I went to your reletives this morning to pick up your things, Hedwig will be flying so she should be here soon enough. Also," she reached into her back and pulled out a tiny broomstick before enlarging it, "I thought you might like to take your Nimbus out for a spin while I'm at a meeting. We'll be heading to the house after that, you can floo Ron once we get situated. How does that sound?"

Harry eagerly reached for the broom, "That sounds excellent. Come find me on the pitch whenever your done, yeah?"

She passed it over to him, "Sounds good," he took off running out the hall, "Have fun!" she shouted after him.

Seeing no one else was in the hall, she made her way down to the dungeons for her meeting with the Malfoys. Hermione entered Snapes sitting room to find him staring intently at the fire.

She took the seat next to him, "Am I early?" she asked.

He sneered, "Of course you are, but you already knew that."

Hermione nodded, "Of course, I was hoping to speak to you about my schooling actually."

His eyebrow arched, "What about it?"

Taking a calming breath she continued, "Well you see, I have already completed six years of schooling. I want to finish my last year obviously, but I will be spending the majority of my time here with Harry when I'm not training. I want you to teach me all the healing potions you know, also I was hoping we could experiment with non-magical ingredients. I don't know where I'm going, and I plan on taking plenty of ingredients with me, but who know. I may run out, and what if where I'm sent doesn't have boomslang skin or dragon livers. I will need to find something."

Hermione looked at him nervously while he stared at her before he answered, "I am willing to accept that. I had planned on doing similar experiments when I was younger, but there wasn't a lot of interest so I didn't bother."

The look of relief on her face was evident, "Oh thank you so much, I wasn't sure if you would want to or not, but you are a brillient potions master. I plan on asking Madam Pomfrey to sort of apprentice me as well."

Snape cocked his head, "Pomfrey as well? Do you want to be a healer?"

Hermione shook her head, "No," she said softly, "When I made my deal... they told me to prepare for battle. I am already getting the battle part of it underway, I just want to be efficent at healing too."

"Two sides to the coin," he mused.

She nodded, "Yes, I suppose it is. After the Malfoys leave I would like to take a look at your Dark Mark."

Snape stiffened slightly, "Of course."

Their conversation was halted for the moment when the flames in the fireplace turned green and the two Malfoys stepped out.

Narcissa gazed around the room, noting the young girl in the chair, before turning to Snape, "Severus, your message was extremely vague. Can you now tell me what it is about?"

Draco meanwhile was staring at Hermione as if trying to place her. He frowned when she stood, "Professor would you mind terribly if I used your pensive for this?"

Finally he placed the voice, "Granger?!"

She turned to him, "Hello Draco, I asked the professor to invite you both here."

Draco sputtered, "You!.. you look.. different.. older!"

Hermione laughed, "I know, and it is quite the story." She turned to the older woman and held out her hand, "Hello Narcissa, I'm Hermione Granger."

Narcissa looked like she was going to refuse before timidly shaking her hand.

Hermione smiled brightly, "Excellent! Now as Draco has noticed, I'm older. The bare bones is I'm from the future, and I'm here to fix things. You are both here because I have messages from your future selves, or your future selves from a different timeline. Don't try to understand it, it will just make your head hurt. The point is, the three of us will be watching some future memories, four if Severus joins us."

Narcissa and Draco both stared at her like she had grown another head. Narcissa was the first to recover, "You have memories from us to us?"

Hermione nodded, "That's basically it. I mean, we we're sort of friends in the future. Me and Draco were close."

Draco sneered at her, "Me? Friends with a mudbood?"

Hermione just looked at him, "It's been years since you've called me that. I hope you will understand once we watch the memories."

Snape returned with the pensive, and Hermione turned to him, "Will you be joining us?"

Snape just shook his head, "Perhaps another time, I've emptied it of mine so it will be easier."

Hermione thanked him and walked over to the bowl and being pulling out memories. After she was done she turned to the two Malfoys, "On the count of three, ready? One, two, three." With that the three entered the pencive.

Hermione knocked on the door before entering, "Draco, your mum said you'd be in here. How things coming?"

He looked up at her a smiled, "It's a right mess at the moment, but I'll get it straightened up soon enough. I wasn't expecting you today, not that this isn't a pleasant surprise."

She smiled and sat down in one of the comfy chairs by the fireplace and looked around his office. There were papers and books everywhere, and his hands and ink marks all over them. His sleeves were rolled up enough that the Dark Mark was just peeking out beneath the hem. She watched him intently as he attempted to tidy up his desk before replying to him, "I think I may have found a lead."

He looked up, "Really? That's brilliant! Where did you find it."

She stared at him warily, "It's more like thousand year old rumors, not anything concrete, but I wanted to tell you anyway."

Draco raised an eyebrow at her and leaned back against his desk, "Thousand year old rumors. That's a bit of a stretch even for you."

Hermione laughed, "Yes, I know, but that's not what I came here for. I wanted to ask you a question, and I want you to answer honestly."

He smirked at her, "Don't I always Mya?"

She captured his eyes with hers, "If you could go back in time and talk to your younger self, what would you say?"

Draco sighed and pushed himself off the desk, rubbing his forearm unconsciously, "I'd probably tell myself to stop being such a bratty little ponce." He ran his fingers through his hair and looked back at Hermione, "Do you really want me to continue?"

She gave him a sad smile, "I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't."

He leaned back against the desk, "I would tell myself to stop listening to father, that the Dark Lord is just a sick and twisted old man who doesn't deserve to be worshipped. I'd tell myself to stop being so mean to you, and Potter. Weasley is fair game though." He barked out a harsh laugh, "Merlin, what am I saying. A younger me would think this a load of tosh. I'd tell him to... I don't know. To not join the Dark Lord, to try and be GOOD. This is ridiculous, why do you want to know this?" He glanced over at her and noticed the tears in her eyes. "This wasn't a hypothetical question, was it?"

She shook her head, "No, it wasn't."

He walked over and knelt down in front of her, "So you've really figured out a way to go back?"

She could only nod her response as the tears started to fall. Draco scooped her up and settled into the chair with her on his lap. He wiped her tears, "Hey now, don't cry Mya."

She sniffled, "I'm sorry, it's just that when I go... I'm going to be the only one who remembers."

Draco held her close, "You don't have to do this, you could stay here with me. We could be happy, sort of."

Hermione leaned back and looked at him, "Your asking me to not fix things, not make things better for everyone. You could be happier with someone else Draco, and you wouldn't even know the difference. Because it's not about just you and me."

He pulled her back, "I know, and I know I wont be able to persuade you otherwise. How's Potter doing?"

She sighed, "As well as can be expected, he's locked himself in the house for the night if that's what your asking."

Draco smirked into her hair, "Of course, will you say the night?"

"Just for tonight."

The real Hermione waved her hand and moved them on to the next memory, "Sorry, I didn't mean to let it go that far."

"You loved one another." Narcissa stated.

Hermione sighed, "As much as two broken people could I suppose. He saved my life, and then I saved his. He helped me keep Harry in check at the very least, or at the very worst encourage all the misadventures. It was war, a bloody brutal war, and some of us were broken. Broken pieces tend to flock together."

Draco just stared at her, "We were together?"

Hermione laughed, "Yes, that was also when we were much older."

"He saved your life?" Narcissa asked.

"Yes, in the final battle. I had been knocked down, thought that was going to be it for me, but then the spell was deflected and there's Draco standing in front of me with a shield up yelling at me to go help Harry." She shook her head, "Wasn't the first time either, that's where this memory comes in to play."

Both Malfoys recognized the room instantly.

"Well, Draco? Is it? Is it Harry Potter?" Lucius was asking his son.

Draco looked uncomfortable, "I can't-I can't be sure."

"That's obviously Potter... why... why didn't I just say so?" Draco asked.

"I can't answer that Draco." Hermione replied. She moved the scene forward.

"Where did you get it!" Bellatrix was yelling.

"I didn't take anything! I didn't take it! Please!" Hermione was yelling.

Bellatrix dug into Hermione's arm with a knife.

"Liar! That was in my vault! What else did you take?!"

"We found it! We didn't take anything! We found it!" Hermione cried out as Bellatrix carved Mudblood into her arm.

Once she was finished Bellatrix stood up, "Crucio!" and Hermione cried out. She took of the curse, "Where did you get it!"

"We found it! I swear we found it!" Hermione screamed.

"Fithy liar! Crucio!" Bellatrix shouted, and Hermione cried out again.

Hermione stopped the memory and looked at the two blondes. "She only tortured me for eight minutes, Harry and Ron saved me before she could kill me."

Narcissa just stared at her. "That happened in our home."

She gave a half smile, "Yes, after the war you had that room boarded up. Too many bad memories."

A much older Narcissa was sitting out in the gardens across from Hermione, "I wish there were more nice days like this. I remember when I was a little girl and we would come here. My sisters and I trying to be proper ladies and the boys teasing us with dirt and bugs." She sighed, "I miss Andy, how is she doing?"

Hermione's eyes were closed, "She's good, but taking care of Teddy takes a lot out of her. I help when I can, and when Harry is feeling up to it he takes him out for icecream." She looked over at the older woman, "You should write her, I'm sure she would love to hear from you. You would love Teddy, metamorphagus just like his mom." Hermione adopted a much serious tone, "I know your lonely with Lucius locked up and Draco working all the time, but don't be afraid to go out. You know I love our chats, but you need something more to occupy yourself with."

Hermione changed the memory.

An older Harry, Draco and Hermione were sitting on various chairs and couches in a living room.

Harry looked over at Draco, "You know... once you get passed all that pompusness... you're an OK bloke."

Draco looked back at Harry, "You know... for never dying, you're an OK bloke too."

Hermione just looked back and forth between the two of them. "You've been friends for three years now and you've just made this discovery. Call the press!"

The three of them burst out laughing.

"We'll I think that's enough for today." Hermione pulled them out of the pensive.

Narcissa looked visibly shaken as she took a seat. "Why did you show us that?"

Hermione just shrugged, "To show you what your future could be I suppose, I just want to get rid of the bad parts. Like torture and war."

She turned to Draco who was sitting in the other chair, "You told me not to give up on you."

He looked up confused, "I.. what?"

Hermione conjured up her own chair and sat down beside him. "Your future self, he told me not to give up on you. He said that you'll probably fight with me and call me names, but eventually we'll be good friends. Like we were. Although you'll also have to be friends with Harry too, but that shouldn't be a problem."

Draco just stared at her. "I think you've gone mental."

Hermione laughed and shook her head, "I'm not mental, I promise. I have to head down to the pitch and find Harry. I'll leave you in Professor Snape's capable hands. He might be able to explain some if you have any questions."