Hermione Granger: Accidental Time Traveler

Part 1

"Who do you think she is?" Gideon asked his brother softly, as he gazed down at the woman that was lying on the bed in his room.

He had found her not to far from his and Fabian's apartment. Gideon knew that she had been lucky to be found before morning because it had been dark out and she had been laying at the front of an alley. By morning due to her injuries she very likely would've been dead.

He couldn't help but wonder how she had come to be in such a strange state and he knew his twin was wondering the same thing, without even having to ask him. She was thin, nearly a emaciated, like she hadn't been eating decently for several months at least. Actually, she looked like she had been starving herself.

Fabian had called the Healer and had him check her over and found out that she was extremely malnourished just as he and Fabian had thought and that she had quite a few injuries that luckily weren't as bad as they'd looked at first. Still, she had several breaks that had healed poorly like she hadn't had proper medical care. She needed more than a few decent meals the Healer had said, after he had managed to heal some of her more severe injuries including multiple burns and several cuts that had only scarred over, because they had not been treated properly.

This strange woman who neither him or his twin had seen before would be interrogated just as soon as she was up and about. At least she wasn't a Muggle as they had found a wand in her hand, which looked very well used.

They know they should inform Dumbledore about this strange woman but something stayed both their hands. They decided to wait at least until she woke up, but they couldn't keep from informing Dumbledore forever, as the headmaster had ways to discover things on his own.

"I don't really know," Fabian said with a frown. "I've never met her before, because I'm sure I would remember."

Fabian was a ladies man of the Prewett twins and while Gideon was no slouch he was more selective on who he dated than his brother. Fabian was attracted to almost anyone in the skirt, but he also tended to drop them after only a few weeks. Fabian's longest lasting relationship was six months and Gideon had been sure that his brother had finally found someone to marry. The relationship had ended rather abruptly just a week or so later and Gideon had never discovered exactly what could happened because Fabian refused to talk about it.

"Yeah, I would too," Gideon agreed. "She's pretty enough beneath all injuries and dirt."

"Don't go be getting attached to her until we discover who she is and where her injuries come from," Fabian warned.

"It was only an innocent comment, Fabian," Gideon snorted. "You know me better than that and that I'm not about to get involved with her until we discover who she is and whether or not she's a Death Eater or supports their cause."

"Alright, you're correct," Fabian agreed. "She doesn't carry the mark, not that means anything. Still, it is is at least a little reassuring."

"She could still be a sympathizer, even if she's not an actual Death Eater," Gideon agreed.

"One of us need to staying here in case she wakes up while the other get some sleep," Fabian said. "It's just a precaution until we know more about her."

Gideon didn't like it, but he nodded slowly knowing it was wise. For some reason he was strongly attracted the girl laying in the bed and he had no idea why.

"There are numerous possibilities if you think about it," Fabian said. "She might've been on the run for some time because the Healer said that she is quite a few pounds underweight. She might even have been running from Death Eaters for quite a long time."

"Yes, I am aware," Gideon agreed not being to able to help, but stare at the girl who he thought was beautiful despite her current condition. He wasn't exactly sure what attracted him too her. He only knew that he believed she was an innocent until proven otherwise. He wasn't about to tell his brother that though, because he knew Fabian would scoff. Fabian was the more suspicious of the two of them, guilty until proven innocent instead of a victim. Still, he was rarely wrong about someone's character, but on the other hand, he could be led in his sudden feelings cloud his judgment and he knew it.

"I'll stay," Gideon offered quietly. "You get some sleep and I'll come get you if she starts to wake up."

"Just don't let your feelings interfere in your duty," Fabian warned

Gideon silently cursed his brother in his head and Fabian gave him a knowing look.

His brother knew him too well, Gideon thought ruefully.

"I won't," Gideon promised with heat in his voice. "I would never put myself or you in danger, you know that. You know Molly would kill both of us if we did anything foolish. Me for being foolish in the first place and you for not stopping me."

"That's true, our sister does have a temper that's easily triggered," Fabian agreed easily. "Let's avoid that fate, shall we?"

"Absolutely," Gideon said fervently in agreement. "I won't say that she doesn't interest me, but I'm not about to get involved with her until we know one way or the other.

The twins gazed down at the girl who was still lying unconscious in the bed in a deep healing sleep and then Fabian left for his own room without a word while Gideon sat in the chair by the bed.

~~~Gideon, Hermione, Fabian~~~

Hermione came awake slowly wondering why she was laying on something soft. Last thing she remembered was running from some Death Eaters and one of them had shot an unknown spell at her. Her memories were extremely jumbled at the moment. Hermione concentrated on trying to sort out her memories until she was aware of someone leaning over.

"I know you're awake," said a male voice, she didn't recognize. It wasn't anyone she knew. This could either be good or very bad. She could be somewhere safe, but the more likely possibility was that she was in Death Eater hands. "You're safe miss," The voice added when Hermione didn't open her eyes or respond.

"You might say that, but that doesn't mean I believe you," Hermione finally said opening her eyes. "I've been fooled before and nearly been killed so let's you'll have to prove I can trust you."

Hermione stared into a pair of blue eyes.

"So your name?"

"Hermione Granger," Hermione said. "And what's yours, as I can't exactly call you hey you."

"Fabian Prewett," Fabian introduced himself.

Hermione just stared at him her brow farrowing in confusion. If she remembered right Fabian and Gideon Prewett had died sometime in 1980, there was no way that this could be one of Mrs Weasley's twin brothers as they had died over 20 years ago.

She said nothing though. She wasn't about to until she figured this situation out. She supposed it was possible that the Death Eaters spell had thrown her back in time, but that was so unlikely that she thought it was the least likely possibility. On the other hand, they had been losing—badly and she knew that Magic was alive in a sense. It was quite possible that Magic had thrown her back in time to correct things as the Death Eaters were destroying, not only magical Britain, but Muggle Britain as well and they were very close to breaking the Statute of Secrecy. It was only a matter of time. If the Muggles found out it would cause a cascade effect and it wouldn't be long before other cities all over the world learned about magic users living among them and the Statute of Wizarding Secrecy would be in shreds. It was quite possible that she had been thinking in her subconscious that if only she could go back in time to correct things before they got so bad and magic had responded. Of course, if that it happened she was probably stuck. Nobody would know her in this time because she didn't have a long wizarding heritage like her two best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. In this time she was barely born since she had been born in late 1979 and it had to be some time before Gideon and Fabian had been killed by half a dozen Death Eaters, which should happen in July 1980 if she remembered correctly.

Fabian wondered why this Hermione Granger looked confused when he had introduced himself. It was almost as if she knew him from somewhere or at least knew his name, but no, that wasn't really it either, it was as if she had heard his name and been told that he was dead. But where she could've possibly gotten that idea from he didn't have a clue if what he was thinking was correct.

"I called Dumbledore," Gideon said coming into the bedroom. "He should be here momentarily."

Hermione tried to control her expression when she heard that she had been hoping to avoid Dumbledore notice for awhile longer, though she knew intellectually that she would have encountered him at some point. She had come to the conclusion just minutes ago that she was indeed over 20 years in the past, because it was the only reasonable explanation. She now recognized the Prewett twins from an old picture of the Order of the Phoenix. Even using Polyjuice wasn't possible if the subject a person wanted to change into was dead and they had been dead for over two decades

She knew that she was sometime in the late 70s, because the twins looked to be in their early 20s and they were younger then Molly by several years, even she wasn't exactly sure of the right year. For one thing Dumbledore was dead in her time and she was glad considering that he had made Harry's life in particular absolute hell. She probably hadn't been more than a year or so from dying unless she'd managed to survive that is, which was looking more and more unlikely each day. Now though, she was at least twenty years in the past, possibly more. Hermione thoughts turned back to Dumbledore and she was suddenly not happy about meeting someone she had considered one of the greatest wizard's in history until she had learned about how much he had screwed up other peoples lives.

Alright, it was likely he was probably a different man back 20 years ago, then he had been in her own time, but because of him the wizarding world was in chaos as his no killing policy was a real problem and even though he was dead his ideals still lingered on. Normally, Hermione was against killing to, but this was war and sometimes killing was necessary and instead of doing what had to be done Dumbledore had insisted that there be no killing not even to save your life just because it was morally wrong.

Hermione believed that Dumbledore was so determined to save the bad guys from themselves that he didn't care about the good guys or at least not as much as he did in supposedly saving souls. Yes, she mostly agreed that killing was wrong, but this was an unusual situation and not to kill your target gave Voldemort more resources. Dead men couldn't cause trouble after all, but they could be broken out of prison.

Hermione also knew that Dumbledore became so obsessed in Harry fulfilling prophecy the way he thought it should be fulfilled that Harry had been treated terribly and shoved back to his relatives every year after the end of the school year. Dumbledore had never taken the time to investigate Harry's claims of abuse because he was too obsessed with Voldemort being defeated and all his important positions hadn't helped the situation. He had never read Ms. Figg's reports or if he'd had he had ignored them as unimportant, because to Dumbledore Harry had been nothing more than a tool. Oh, Hermione was sure that the headmaster had cared about him in his own distant way, just not enough to interrupt whatever scheme he had come up with.

If she got a chance she was going to give her former headmaster a piece of her mind and also change things enough so Harry wouldn't lose his parents and if Dumbledore tried to stop her she was already planning how to deal with one of the most powerful wizard's that ever lived. She might not be as strong as Dumbledore magically, but she was certainly just as intelligent, if not more so. Also, she wasn't obsessed with things turning out in a specific way.

"Well, our guest seems to recognize the name," Gideon said, as he saw Hermione's expression, even if it was very fleeting.

"Most magicals have at least heard of him, even if they've never met him personally," Fabian said. "By the way, our guest name is Hermione Granger."

"Never heard of her," Gideon said. "So where do you come from Miss Granger? Did you go to Hogwarts?"

"I did actually," Hermione answered.

"What house were you in, because I certainly don't remember you," Fabian said, "and you appear to be around our age, give or take a couple of years anyway and therefore, you should've gone to school with us."

Hermione sighed mentally knowing that she should've lied but then decided that wasn't wise, because she was sure that Dumbledore would bring some truth serum and probably use Legilimency on her as well and she didn't have the skills to block him out completely.

She would have to take the serum she knew to prove she had good intentions and that she wasn't a Death Eater. Considering that she was only a baby right now or maybe not even born well they would soon know that she came from the future anyway.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, so we might as well wait for Dumbledore, as I'm sure he'll be bringing some truth serum with him," Hermione said.

"Sounds like you know Dumbledore," Gideon said sounding suspicious.

"I do, quite well actually," Hermione admitted. "However, my story is so unbelievable that I think that only with Veritaserum will you believe what I have to say."

"What could possibly be so unbelievable?" Fabian asked.

"Would you believe that I was actually born in 1979, September 19th?" Hermione asked with a totally serious expression.

Gideon and Fabian looked at each other and knew that their guest truly believed it, but time travel on that scale was supposedly impossible, but hen they should've known that nothing was truly impossible with magic, as they came from a long line of witches and wizards

"So you're telling us you're from the future. That seems a little unbelievable," Gideon said in disbelief.

"And didn't I already say you wouldn't believe me without application of truth serum?" Hermione pointed out, keeping the smugness out of her voice. There was no point antagonizing her hosts after all.

"She got us there, Gideon," Fabian said. "She did tell us straight out that we wouldn't believe her without using Veritaserum."

"I'm well aware of how unbelievable it is," Hermione said. "And believe me, I did try to go back in time deliberately. That's all I'm willing to say on the matter as I'm not about to tell my story twice."

"Why?" Gideon asked.

"Because it brings up too many bad memories. Its long, it's sad and it's horrible. A lot of things could've been prevented if not for certain factors," Hermione said. "I have no doubt I'm going to have nightmares as it is after I tell you what the future is really like all because of the machinations of certain people."

The twins got the impression that Hermione was talking about Dumbledore, even if she didn't say so. They would soon see that they were right in their suspicions.

Just there there was a voice yelling from the fireplace and Hermione recognized it instantly.

One of the twins left the room and Hermione thought it was Gideon, but she wasn't entirely sure.

"What year is it?" Hermione asked the remaining twin.

The twin that Hermione thought was Fabian look at her strangely but then answered, "It's 1979 Miss Hermione."

The young woman in front of him seemed to absorb the information rapidly and nodded to herself as if she had expected it.

"Month?"

"February 21," Fabian answered.

"I'm not even born yet and won't be for nearly 7 months," Hermione said sighing. "Of course, I have no idea what will happen since I'm affecting the timeline. Mom should already be pregnant, so soon there will be two Hermione Grangers. I'm not exactly sure what that will mean for the timeline, since it's usually isn't possible to come so far back."

"Yeah, you said your birthday's in September," Fabian said.

"The 19th," Hermione reminded Fabian of what she had said earlier.

Fabian didn't get a chance to reply as Gideon returned with a much younger Dumbledore tow.

Hermione kept her expression neutral with difficulty, though all she wanted to do was hex the old wizard into oblivion. He was the man that had caused her best friend so much pain, even if it hadn't technically happened yet and wouldn't if she had any say in the matter. Here was the man who hadn't cared what Harry wanted and manipulated him instead of giving him the honest truth. Here was the man that had ignored all the obvious signs of abuse to caught up in his obsession with the prophecy to pay attention to a child's pain and unhappiness. Harry had never even had counseling because that would've shown Dumbledore as incompetent, something the old man would never allow, though she supposed she might be being unfair for this was a much younger version of the wizard she had known.

"Well, Ms. Granger, Gideon was just filling me in on your sudden appearance," Dumbledore said speaking to the young lady on the bed.

"I suspected he was, headmaster," Hermione said politely her tone and expression neutral.

Hermione suddenly felt a brush of Legilimency and she raised her shields.

"Stay out of my head headmaster, as not only is it rude to use Legilimency on someone it's also highly illegal. If you want to know something ask instead of trying to just pull it out of my head without me knowing," Hermione said her tone sharp and scolding and Dumbledore looked rather disconcerted that he had been pushed out so firmly.

Hermione's tone was chiding and Dumbledore tried his best not to blush of being caught. He didn't get embarrassed about much, but he had to admit what he had been doing was not only illegal, it was rude as well, unless he suspected that she wasn't telling the complete truth about some sort of illegal activities. Underneath the chiding tone Dumbledore sensed the disdain and he wondered what he had done to this young lady in the future for her to dislike him so much as they had apparently known each other quite well.

"So are you ready, Ms. Granger?" Dumbledore asked after quickly recovering from his embarrassment.

"Yes, but promise me you won't ask anything that doesn't involve how I got here. No personal questions while on the truth serum, as that would be an invasion of privacy," Hermione requested.

All three men promised and Hermione nodded knowing that they'd keep that promise, because she would remember what she said when she was given the antidote to the Veritaserum and she would have every right to be steaming mad if they betrayed her trust.

She was sure that they didn't want to be hexed into oblivion as she was quite handy with a wand in her hand. She had to be or she wouldn't have survived for as long as she had.

Of course, she was well aware that Dumbledore could Obliviate her, but then he would need to Memory Charm the twins as well and she couldn't see him doing that and Fabian and Gideon would never allow him to as they were Aurors after all.

Hermione allowed Dumbledore to apply three drops to her tongue and they were absorbed quickly.

"What is your name?" Dumbledore asked.

"Hermione Jean Granger," Hermione answered in a monotone that was an indication that the truth serum was working.

"What month and year were you born?"

"September 19th, 1979," Hermione answered.

The twins and Dumbledore looked at each other and knew that this woman had been telling the truth even if it was hard to believe.

"Why did you come back?" Dumbledore asked next.

"I didn't try to," Hermione answered in the same monotone. "I was being chased by Death Eaters my best friends had already been killed by them. I was the last one left, the last one that knew."

"Do you know how you came back?" Gideon asked suddenly.

"Not really," Hermione answered. "I remember running and I remember some kind of silent spell being thrown at me. I never heard the people chasing me speak. I do have several theories, but I haven't really had enough time to think about it, since I've only been awake such a short amount of time."

"Are you a Death Eater?" asked Dumbledore.

"No," Hermione answered.

"Have you ever followed the Dark Arts?" Dumbledore asked.

"No and in fact, they make me sick," Hermione answered.

"Do you believe in pureblood supremacy," Gideon asked.

"No, because for one thing I'm Muggle-born and the Death Eaters want me dead just because I proved that I'm smarter than their children time and time again. Besides, they wanted my best friend dead and there was no way I was going to allow that to happen if I could prevent it. I am extremely well known in my time not only because I'm at the top of the charts where my grades are concerned but because I'm a friend to Harry."

"What happened to You-Know-Who in your time?" Fabian asked.

"He was defeated by Harry. However, his Death Eaters were determined to get revenge and while the ministry rounded up a lot of them some of the most dangerous escaped. My other best friend Ron was taken out first, though he managed to take a couple of Death Eaters with him. Harry and I were on the run for some time, but finally, a Death Eater got in a lucky shot. He died in my arms. It didn't help that both of us were exhausted, starving, so our reflexes were slowed as we had been on the run for some time eating what we could find that was edible, as we had run out of food that I had packed. I knew I had a mission to complete but without Harry I felt that it was hopeless. I never even had a chance to mourn my two best friends, as I was too busy surviving."

"I think that's enough headmaster," Fabian finally said satisfied. "We know she's not on the dark side nor will she ever join the Death Eaters and that's all we really needed to know."

"I have to agree, as the rest should be offered freely not while under truth serum," Gideon said.

"Just one more question," Dumbledore said calmly. "What are your intentions?"

"Well, since I was thrown into the past against my will and without my knowledge I might as well make sure that the future turns into a much brighter one than the one I left behind. The Death Eaters of my time are very close to shattering the Statute of Secrecy. Things have to change before that occurs or the Muggle World is going to find out about us and not just in England but all over the world. Word will spread like wildfire as Muggles have ways of communicating that is much faster then owl post. It won't be more than a few months before the whole world knows about the magical communities all over the world if things aren't changed. I might not have planned to come back, but now that I'm here I'm going to make some much-needed changes. I will not have Harry's and Ron's deaths mean nothing as they sacrificed themselves for a community that did not appreciate them."

Dumbledore nodded finally and gave Hermione the antidote to Veritaserum.

Hermione returned to normal shaking her head a little to clear the content from her mind.

"Perhaps you could give us some details exactly what happened in the future," Gideon suggested.

"Well, for one thing I know the two you die in about a year and a half. You're taken out by half a dozen Death Eaters. Your death affects your sister Molly deeply to where she becomes extremely overprotective of her own children to the point that she tries to control their every move, even those that are of age. I believe that Bill and Charlie got jobs outside of England just to avoid that overprotectiveness."

"That's why you looked so confused when you heard my name earlier," Fabian realized. "We are dead in your time so you must have realized seeing us that either we were either imposters or you had traveled some 20 years into the past."

"I also recognized you as Moody showed me, Harry and Ron an old photograph of the Order of the Phoenix and he explained how many members had died in the first war including Edgar Bones and his wife who you have a chance to save. I think that happens pretty soon after yours actually. Their daughter Susan was only around two when it happened. She was taken in by her aunt, Amelia Bones."

"You know about the Order?" Dumbledore asked and Hermione nodded.

"Me and my friends were never members as we weren't of age, but we stayed at their headquarters because it was the only safe place. You died in our sixth year, which was 1996 due to a vicious curse. After that, everything went to hell, not that it hadn't been bad before, but things got much, much worse. After your death and Voldemort figured that there was no one powerful enough to stop him, so he started attacking soft targets, mostly Muggle-borns, but also a few Muggles. It didn't take him long to build up his forces and break his most loyal Death Eaters out of Azkaban. The ministry did nothing, because they were incredibly corrupt and there were a lot of Death Eaters or at least sympathizers in key positions. Harry, Ron and I went on the run right after Bill's wedding as the ministry had been taken over by the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself. We had been planning to go hunt down certain objects anyway, objects that was stopping Voldemort from dying."

Dumbledore looked rather upset of that piece of information and Hermione suspected that he knew what Voldemort had done to turn himself immortal.

"Maybe we should head to my office," Dumbledore suggested.

Hermione simply gave him a disdainful look. "No, because personally, I don't trust you. I know very well that you suspect what Voldemort did too gain immortality and you're trying to get me to shut up about it or at least keep the information need to know. If I do things your way things will end up either just the same or worse than they were. I know your MO as I knew you quite well in my time. You're wait and see attitude makes me sick, as so many deaths can be attributed to it. You hold information so close to yourself that by the time you choose to reveal it is normally too late to save someone."

"Why do you dislike me so much? It's got to be more than what you have revealed," said Dumbledore.

Hermione studied Dumbledore for a moment then conceded, "Why do I dislike you so much? At first I worshiped you as I had read all about you. I admit I believed in authority figures back then and though all of them were perfect, incapable of making major mistakes. However, I then became best friends with Harry Potter. There'll be a prophecy sometime in 80 that will concern one of two boys. I won't tell you what the prophecy says, but I will tell you that you make my best friend's life absolute hell. He never had a chance to be truly happy because after his parents were murdered you decided in your infinite wisdom the place him with the Dursley family. Lily's sister and her husband absolutely loath magic and you placed a magical child in their home. You never bothered to check up on him and I'm assuming you never read Ms. Figg's reports because you her placed down the street in order to watch over Harry.

"You claimed that he would be safe there and he was not. He was abused in every possible way mentally, physically, emotionally. Even after he came to school and told you he didn't want to go back you kept insisting that he did. You ignored every single sign of the abuse, so obsessed with that blasted prophecy that you didn't seem to care about Harry himself. To you he was nothing more than a tool or weapon and you didn't even seem to care if he died because you never trained him at all. I will never let that happen," Hermione said, as her magic began to swallow around her making the twins and even Dumbledore back off.

"I will make sure his parents survive and perhaps get all those Horcruxes before that stupid prophecy is ever uttered by a batty old seer that can't see past the end of her nose. He might not be my best friend in this time, but I will make sure he has a happy childhood unlike in my original timeline. Thanks to you, his magic was weakened because he was malnourished for most of his life, beaten and starved. The Dursleys fed him on scraps and locked him in the cupboard under the stairs. He was made to do every single chore while their own kid was free to harass him. They barely fed him or gave him water, even when he had been working out in the hot sun and the future you was damn lucky he didn't die, that magicals tend to be so sturdy due to their magic. If it wasn't for his magic healing his more severe injuries he never would've lived to even have come to Hogwarts because of a senile, old man that thought he knew what was best for everyone. You ignored his parents will thinking you knew best and I won't allow that to happen this time. I've intensely disliked you ever since I found out the extreme abuse that Harry suffered and that you were responsible if only by proxy. When I learned about Harry's homelife, not to mention what happened at school every year we attended cured me of thinking all authority figures are perfect. Be very glad I don't hex you until nobody recognizes you as Albus Dumbledore and the only reason I don't is because right now I need you. Believe me, if I didn't, you would be in St. Mungo's for very long time as they undid the damage."

Dumbledore actually looked worried, because the power was just pouring off Hermione Granger and her voice had taken on a certain tone that told him she absolutely meant what she said. He wasn't exactly sure if he could beat her, although he was supposedly the strongest wizard alive, but then again he was also an old man now and his power had waned somewhat the older he got. This young lady had been fighting for years apparently even during her time at Hogwarts, so he had no doubt that her reflexes were razor sharp and she might even be faster than he was, especially since old age had slowed his reflexes down a lot.

The twins for their part were watching Hermione in awe. They had never seen anyone take on the headmaster like she was doing. The power radiating off her was just awesome and they knew she would be a tough opponent to beat, so they'd much rather be on her side instead of a an enemy.

"I also have other crimes to lay at your door as you flung an innocent man in prison without a trial, because of the evidence stacked against him, and evidence or not he still should've been afforded a trial and you were partially responsible for that decision. You had the power to make sure he got a trial, but since he was Harry Potter's godfather and you were determined to control him whether you had that right or not you left him to rot. Not only was Harry abused in every way, he barely knew what love was and when he started to get close to his godfather he was killed. I won't allow that to happen either, even if I have to hex you until you listen."

Dumbledore nodded believing her because while she had calmed down a lot there was still power radiating off her. He could see that Hermione was determined to not only protect her best friend from the future, but also make sure and innocent man didn't land in the hellhole that was Azkaban.

"Perhaps we could discuss some things so that we can prevent as many things as possible," Dumbledore suggested and was relieved when Hermione nodded seeming to calm down.

"I will be able to tell you who the traitor in the Order of the Phoenix is and it is someone you would never suspect," Hermione said by way of agreement.

"I'll go retrieve my Pensieve from my office and we can get started," Dumbledore said.

"Don't take too long headmaster," Hermione said. "We have an opportunity to prevent quite a few tragedies from happening so the sooner we get started the better. I'm well aware I won't be able to save everyone that dies in this time as not only do I not know the information of how certain people die, like where, when, how. From what I've read some people are just meant to die no matter what so you can't save them, because their deaths are significant in some way. Even if they don't die like they did originally, because someone interfered fate will make sure that they die in a different way. Its just a theory that I read about in a book in the future," Hermione added when the twins look at her strangely. "It won't be published for about 10 years, so you won't find it, even if I gave you the title."

Hermione didn't mention that she had a copy in her beaded bag and in fact she had quite a few books as well as clothes and money in that bag is well, as it had Undetectable Expansion Charm on it so it held as much as she wanted it to. Practically her whole life was in that bag.

Dumbledore threw a pinch of Floo Powder onto the flames and disappeared, once all of them had walked into the living room where the fireplace was located.

Once Dumbledore was gone Fabian said, "Wow! You were awesome. I have never seen anyone rant at Dumbledore like you did."

"Believe me he's very lucky I didn't hex him into oblivion," Hermione snorted in contempt. "Now, if you don't mind I'm going to go get myself a shower and change my clothes before Dumbledore gets back. I feel like I haven't had a shower in forever."

"Well I'm sure you can find a bathroom as the apartment isn't that big," Gideon said.

"We can loan you some clothes that you can shrink to fit you until you can get some of your own, as we know you were able to clean anything with you from the future," Fabian offered.

"We could also Floo our sister and have her loan you a few things," Gideon suggested.

"That would require an explanation that I'm not ready to give anyone else yet," Hermione said. "Oh, eventually, I'll reveal to certain people that I'm not from this time, but not yet. Don't worry about me I have an extra set of clothes in my beaded bag."

"How, it looked empty when we put it off to the side so wasn't in the way," Fabian asked looking confused.

"And it's on the isn't big enough to hold very much," Gideon added.

Hermione grinned mysteriously and went to retrieve her bag that was laying on the chair in the guestroom. She simply stuck her hand into the bag and when her arm disappeared Gideon and Fabian looked at her in amazement.

"How?" the twins asked together.

"Undetectable Expansion Charm," Hermione explained. "My own invention if you must know. I needed a way to carry a lot of things, because Harry, Ron and I were on the hunt for those objects I mentioned for quite sometime. We often camped out in the open. My whole life is practically in this bag, books, clothes, camping equipment. Unfortunately, no food."

"Wow!" said the twins awed.

"Now, that's a really spectacular piece of magic," Gideon said.

"Thank you," Hermione said blushing a little, as she wasn't used to being complemented for her genius. In fact, she was more used to being ridiculed, just because she wasn't a pureblood. According to the dark pureblood faction in her time her intelligence didn't matter just because she was Muggle-born and therefore lower then almost anyone except for creatures like house-elves, and centaurs. The purebloods would rather be inbred than marry someone with Muggle blood in their veins, no matter how it lowered their children's intelligence and brought out some of the worse traits of their family lines. Magic could do a lot that was true, but there was only so much that magic could accomplish. Magic made sure that the child wasn't disfigured mostly anyway, but there were more and more Squibs being produced in her time and Hermione knew this was mostly due to inbreeding. It didn't matter though because the purebloods wouldn't listen to her, especially since this information came from the Muggle world, so she wasn't going to worry about it. When the darker families died out due to lack of heirs, she would consider it justice considering all the crimes some of those families had committed. Some of those families hadn't committed any serious crimes just sat on the sidelines, but that didn't mean that they were going to stop inbreeding then she had no sympathy for those people either.

Hermione headed to the bathroom with her bag over her shoulder and the twins heard the door click shut.

"She's something else," Gideon said once he heard the shower running. "Intelligent, sweet, kind..."

"Alright, you don't have to list her attributes," Fabian said. "Believe me, I can tell you have a crush on her and if you want to date her then that's fine, now that we know that she's not a Death Eater or a believer in pureblood superiority."

"Yes, we now know that she was thrown back to the past accidentally, although I didn't know such a thing was possible," Gideon said.

"Neither did I, but I'm sure Dumbledore already's trying to figure out how it happened," Fabian said.

"She was scary when her power was just swirling around her," Gideon said in an awed tone. "She went against Dumbledore like a lioness protecting her cubs."

"I can't really blame her actually, if what she was ranting about was true," Fabian said. "She's been through hell and she saw the deaths of her two best friends and probably most everyone she knew even slightly. Also she learned that one of her best friends had been severely abused by his supposed family, a position that the headmaster supposedly put him in."

"Do you disbelieve her?" Gideon asked.

"Not really," Fabian admitted. "Mostly because of the way she got so angry and not on her own behalf, but for her friend. It's that anger that makes me know that she was telling the truth as she knew it. You don't lose control your magic for no reason and from the short time I've known her I get the impression that she's normally the calm and patient type. I truly believe that she would hex the headmaster into oblivion if she didn't need him. It's just kind of hard to believe that the man we were taught to respect as children would do something like that."

"It's quite possible he went senile in the future and nobody noticed," Gideon suggested. "That does happen even to witches and wizards and Dumbledore's not exactly a young man."

Fabian considered that then found he agreed with his brother, which wasn't all that surprising really. "That's entirely possible," Fabian admitted. "Of course, it's also possible that he just changed from the man we know now. He's not young anymore as he's over 100 and he is under a lot of pressure with his three prominent positions in the wizarding world. It's quite possible that the pressure got to him and nobody realized that he was no longer the Albus Dumbledore they had known."

"There's no point to speculating really as we don't know what happened in the future other than what Hermione has told us," Gideon said.

"I'm sure she'll tell us more in time," Fabian said.

"She seems determined to change things so that the war doesn't happen, at least not on the same scale as she apparently dealt with," Gideon said.

"I can't really blame her, because what little we heard was bad enough," Fabian said.

"She said we died in 80," Gideon agreed knowing exactly his twin was talking about. "We are going to have to try our best to prevent that."

Gideon shuddered as his imagination went into overdrive as it kept giving him scenarios on how he and Fabian died, each worse then the last.

"Now that we know we'll make sure we do," Fabian said with more confidence then he felt. "So are you going to ask her out on a date?"

"Is that's all you ever think about?" Gideon teased knowing very well that Fabian thought about women a lot.

"Yes," Fabian answered simply and Gideon couldn't help himself he grinned.

"As to your original question, I probably will, at some point, but let's give her a chance to recover from her injuries and get acclimatized to this time. There's no need to push things. Yes, I'll admit, that I like her, but I'd like to get to know her better before I make any decisions. She's incredibly brave for one thing. She's been fighting a war basically since she was 11, even if it wasn't as bad when she was younger. Still, I bet you, all the signs of war were there for those who knew how to interpret them."

"I bet you anything she was a Gryffindor," Fabian said with a quirk of his lips.

"It doesn't matter whether she was or not, because from what I can see could've been a Ravenclaw as well, even a Hufflepuff. I think she would've fit into any of the houses including Slytherin because she likely would've had to be very cunning to survive all that she has."

"War changes people," Fabian said soberly.

"Yes, it does," Gideon said softly seeming lost in thought.

Neither twin said anything else as they heard they both seemed caught in their thoughts while waiting for their guest to emerge.

"This conversation will stay between us, right brother?" Gideon asked and Fabian nodded.

"There's no reason to let Dumbledore know or anybody else for that matter, not unless it becomes necessary," Fabian agreed. "There is no need to reveal what we talked about, as it's personal between us and doesn't involve the war."

Gideon nodded glad that his brother agreed with his request, but then he had heard the same things he had so it shouldn't be surprising.

It didn't have to be said that they didn't trust Dumbledore as much as they had used to, mostly because of a bushy brown haired girl with matching brown eyes.

Their eyes had been well and truly opened to his machinations and Machiavellian ways.

~~~Gideon, Hermione, Fabian~~~