Guess who went to their first midnight release? Me! Guess which movie? Hunger Games! While no movie can ever compare to its book this was pretty dang good :), unfortunately they had to tone down some things so it wouldn't be rated R :( Also some advice in movie theatre etiquette: kissing is okay but if you are going to do things that belong in the bedroom at least have the dignity to do it in the back row when the lights are off and no one is around, do NOT do it in the middle of a crowded theatre before the commercials even start! That's just nasty!

And no offense to Northern English readers, I picked up on the accent idea from another story

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"Okay, question number one: what are your two favorite school subjects?" Hermione read off.

"Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts," Severus answered automatically.

Hermione nodded, "Alright, well mine are Arithmancy and Transfiguration."

Severus snorted, "Transfiguration? Typically Gryffindor."

"And your subjects aren't typically Slytherin?" Severus conceded her point with a nod then looked at the paper and read off the next question:

"Least favorite subject?"

"Divination."

"Charms."

Hermione looked at him curiously, "How can you not like charms?"

"It's all a bunch of foolish wand waving. But what about you? You love Arithmancy but hate Divination, both endeavor to tell the future so what is the difference?"

"Divination is nothing but a bunch of wooly guess work whereas Arithmancy is based in numbers and logic."

"I guess that is one way to look at it…" the young man drawled.

"Question number three: Where are you from? Well I'm going to guess England, maybe around London."

"Cokeworth," Severus admitted trying not to sound ashamed.

"Isn't that up North? How come you don't have an accent?"

The dark Slytherin appeared surprised that she noticed his lack of accent much less bothered to ask about it. "I cover it up. I am not particularly fond of my natural accent for obvious reasons."

"What are your parents' professions?" Both students looked uncomfortable with this question. "I don't know…"

"Let's skip this one," Severus suggested curtly.

The rest of the questions were very much the same; simple, superficial, get-to-know-each-other questions but the class ended before they went any further. It was time for lunch and Hermione ended up sitting away from everyone else while letting her mind wander with the possibilities of what Dumbledore wanted to speak to her about. She had the afternoon off so she was to go to the Headmaster's office as soon as lunch ended.

Lily and James pointedly ignored her, Sirius seemed a bit angry with her still, Remus looked apologetic, and Pettigrew was just confused. Other students throughout the Great Hall took glances at her, talking about how she acted in class and spreading rumors about her origins and now stories about her encounters with Severus Snape. But the attention he noticed the most was Dumbledore and McGonagall's for obvious reasons. 'Do they know where I came from? Who I am? Why didn't they tell me earlier?' These questions and many like them plagued Hermione's mind throughout the meal.

Lunch passed by quickly yet slowly at the same time. The only conversation Hermione had the whole time was when Remus came over to ask if she was okay and was told that she was merely nervous. At the end Dumbledore and McGonagall came up behind her and asked her to follow them to the Headmaster's office.

The walk to the office was quiet and made Hermione even more anxious. 'What do they want to tell me?' At the gargoyle Dumbledore spoke the password, cockroach clusters, and a set of spiral stairs revealed themselves. The office was cluttered and had a portrait of every Headmaster/mistress in Hogwarts history on the walls. On the large wooden desk was a middle aged Phoenix cleaning his bright, flame colored feathers.

Dumbledore walked around the desk and patted the phoenix on his head before sitting down. McGonagall and Hermione followed suit and sat down in their own chairs. "Now Miss Jean," at the sound of her name all of the portraits' occupants gathered close and watched for her reaction. 'They must know what is going on.' "What did you find in those texts books of yours?"

"Just a possession charm and the information inside, why? Was there a curse or something in the books?"

"No, nothing like that child," the transfiguration teacher assured her. "We were just wondering if you bothered to look at the publishing information."

Hermione shook her head, "No, why?"

"Because Miss Jean," Dumbledore began dramatically as he leaned in closer to the younger woman, "The copyright dates claim these texts are from the year 1996."

Hermione stared at him blankly for a moment. "But I thought the year was 1976."

"It is my dear, which was why we were so shocked."

"Could it be a typo?"

"It is in every book."

"A stupid prank?"

"We checked."

Hermione stared off into space trying to think of some explanation. "But how can this be?"

"We are not sure but we have a few guesses. First you need to tell us everything you remember," Dumbledore said.

Hermione thought it over for a moment, trying to remember anything about where she came from. She could tell them more thoroughly about the people she 'recognized' or the Dark Arts books. No, she would keep the last part to herself. She felt that they would not approve of those books. "I recognize people, you two for example. I know I've met you before but I don't know where…"

Professor McGonagall nodded her head, "I remember you told me this before, after you were released from the infirmary. We must still be working here when you attended or when you will attend."

Hermione continued, "I recognize the Marauders, I don't trust Pettigrew-the second I met him I disliked him, was disgusted by him even. And Severus Snape, I recognized him too but I'm not sure I feel about him. Sometimes I trust, even respect him but other times I'm-I'm not sure."

"Your memories," Dumbledore interjected, "are trying to surface but your mind won't let them. You must know all of these people or their children in your time."

"But how can I be from the future, we don't have the ability to travel twenty years in the past. Even the best time turners can only go back a couple of days."

"We don't have the ability now but we may in the future. I don't know why you were sent here or why you so injured and unconscious but we will find out the truth, even if it takes twenty years," the old man said with a determined twinkle in his eyes.

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Later that night Hermione sat alone in the Gryffindor common room staring into the fire. Most had gone to bed while the few studious students in the house started work on their homework. Hermione could not go to sleep but she didn't want to ask for a sleeping potion because Madam Pomfrey or worse Professor Slughorn would ask why. The thoughts of the future, her past plagued her mind. It was her first day of school and she was already rethinking everything. She tried to take her mind off of it by examining her scars which had reappeared recently. She traced each one with her index finger trying to remember how she got it. She looked at each one closely to guess how each one was received, which curse or weapon could have created it. She came to the conclusion that she must have seen war as she didn't show any other signs of abuse. But maybe that was why her mind was repressing her memories, she had been abused in her time. But then why was she sent back in time? A war seemed more plausible, post traumatic stress disorder could have caused her amnesia though she had never heard of that happening before. Maybe she just had severe head trauma.

One thing she did know for sure was that some of these scars were from torture sessions and not just that horrid word carved into her forearm. She curled herself into a ball in her armchair, closed her eyes, and tried to push the unpleasant thoughts from her mind, they weren't going to help her any.

She had lost track of time but knew it was far too late for anyone to be awake when she heard footsteps coming down from the boys' dorms. She felt a blanket being wrapped around her shoulders and a hand placed on her back. Before she could lift her head to see who it was she heard Remus' voice, "You want to talk about it?"

She looked up at the shaggy blonde and gave a small smile. "Yeah but I don't think I can." Remus nodded his head in understanding and the two just stared into the flames in the fireplace for a few minutes. "Remus, if I tell you do you promise not to tell anyone else, even the Marauders and Lily? And the teachers, I don't think anybody should know but I feel like I need to tell somebody and I think I can trust you."

Remus wrapped his arm around her in a half hug, "Of course Hermione, I promise."

"Okay," she took a deep breath. "The text books in my purse had a copy right date of 1996." The brunette let the words sink in and then looked up at her friend.

"So, you are from the future?" Hermione nodded. "Wow, no wonder you're down here, are you okay? Did you remember anything?"

"Sort of and no," Hermione answered respectively.

"Do you need a sleeping potion? I have some you could take."

Hermione wondered why he would have sleeping but decided not to ask. She said yes and thanked him after he came back with the potion. After biding him good night she went to her bed and took the potion which knocked her out almost immediately.

AN: So her friendship with Remus may seem like it is going fast but I know if I was in that situation I would attach myself to somebody and confide in them, her intuition tells her that she can trust him, and out of everyone he seems the most likely at this point for her to confide in.

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