A/N. First of all can I just appologise for lack of updates! I have been super busy over the Christmas period, and January I was lazy and had a bit of writers block! However I am back! and don't worry, this fict and Moments have not been abandoned, just a tad neglected... BUT I'm back and will update more regularly. so please enjoy this next chapter! And leave reveiws please!

PLEASE NOTE THAT I DO NOT IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM OWN HARRY POTTER.

5

"Miss Granger I wish for you to show this particular conversation to my past self..." Dumbledore spoke with a thoughtful tone."As you can see for yourself that I do not survive this war, however, with Miss Granger here, we will end this war without having to make as many sacrifices as we did last time. One individual in particular would be one Severus Snape."Albus in his frame paused, the tones of his voice breaking as he spoke. "We put too much pressure on the poor man, Miss Granger is here to help and support him through theese difficult times. As you are already aware Miss Granger here has an incredible mind, now even more valuable to you. Inform the most trusted of the Order, make them swear under oath and reveal her identity, however this does not include any of the younger Weasleys nor Harry or Miss Granger, yet, she will be informed later when the time is right. Oh and one more thing, give Miss Granger in depth training in legilemency and Occlumency."

"Is that all Professor?"

"Yes Miss Granger."

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Three weeks had passed since Hermione had come back to the past. To most it does not seem like a long period of time at all, but to Hermione the last few weeks had been mentally draining and jam packed.

She spent most days being challenged by professor Dumbledore, intruding her mind and helping her build her shields. Honestly it didn't take Hermione long to master it, and quickly Dumbledore realised that the valuable information she had, was well and truly sucured within her mind.

As those weeks went by the new School term was approaching rapidly, she knew it would soon be time for more people to know about her exsistance.

"Good evening everybody." Dumbledore beamed, as he carefully watched the most trusted members of the Order clatter around the long kitchen of number 12.

"Albus!" Moody grunted.

"Please explain why not all the Order is invited, are they not worthy for this little party?"

Moody's magical eye scanned over to the four other members sitting intently at the table. Minerva McGonagall, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks.

"There is a reason for that Alastor."

Dumbledore's tone went darker as he stared intently into their eyes.

"The information I am about to reveal is highly secret and must not be told to anyone that is not in this room. And at the end of this meeting you will all be required to take an unbreakable vow not to disclose any of this information."

"So this must be important then." Tonks commented.

Dumbledore raised his hand to speak, but Moody, who was still surveying the kitchen, interrupted. "Although that may be the case Albus, this information must be too important for EVES DROPPERS to hear It? Isn't that right Miss Granger!"

Moody quickly cast a non verbal Finite, and suddenly Hermione Granger could be seen standing the corner of the room, looking horrified.

Before anyone could make a move towards her, Dumbledore stepped forward to block her from veiw.

He chuckled when he spoke, his blue eyes twinkling once more.

"Ah yes, you have spotted our guest for the meeting this evening."

That's when Hermione heard a roar of annoyed and confused voice's fill the room.

"Albus, what has Hermione have to do with all of this? She is too young, she is barely of the age of seventeen!"

"I must say Albus, that I agree with McGonagall on this one, why is Miss Granger involved?"

Hermione stood up, and stepped from behind Dumbledore and stood at the head of the table.

She looked at him for reassurance and permission to speak, which he responded by bowing his head.

"Firstly Professor McGonagall... I am not seventeen years old, I am in fact nineteen years old. Although you are not wrong however, I was and still am seventeen at this very present time. But that me doesn't know I'm here... yet."

Silence fell across the room. Faces looked back at this different Hermione Granger with exspresions of shock, disbelief, and confusion.

The silence disapted when McGonagall, looked at Albus and said,

"Do you mean that Miss Granger is..."

"Yes, from the future." Hermione said with a shy smile on her face.

"Yes that's all very well!" Moody barked, "But how do we know she is telling the truth?"

Dumbledore turned his head to look at Hermione, looking at her as if he were her grandfather. "Miss Granger, if you could be so kind as to show them what you know?"

He waved his wand and a pensive appeared.

"How much?" She looked at him, remembering her sheilds

"Enough for everyone to understand"

And with that Hermione selected cirtain moments of the war, and placed the silvery liquid into the pensive.

As the rest of the Order had their heads in the pensive, Dumbledore once more turned to Hermione.

"If you don't mind me asking Miss Granger, what information are they being shown."

"The moment Voldemort was defeated sir. All of the other memories would have been too sensitive, if you understand what I mean sir."

"Very good Hermione."

He smiled at her.

A few moments later the Order pulled out of the pensive, with faces full of joy and relief, knowing that the Dark Lord would finally fall after all those years of fighting.

However after seeing their faces light, Hermione felt a pang of guilt rush over her, knowing that, in her reality, all but two of the people in the room would not live to see the end.

It all felt too much for Hermione, knowing that this plan was not just, what if Severus could be saved. She knew now she would have to work hard to make sure that none of theese good people had to die. Although she knew in the back of her mind that some death would be inevitable, and one that she couldn't stop, because it was all a part of his plan.

Hermione let her breathing get back to normal as she threw up her Occlumency shields to control her emotions.

She was suddenly bought back to reality when Remus put his hand on her shoulder. "You are a very spectacular young witch aren't You."

Hermione smiled at her friend.

She loved Remus, she looked up to the man a great deal, as did Harry.

She couldn't let him die.

"Thank you Remus," She beamed at him. "I have to go back to the school now, but I will see you again soon, take care."

Hermione then sudden flung her arms around him as if she hadn't seen him for months.