It was nearly over. Soon she would be able to go out and really start her life, sure there were many, many detours that kept her from actually making it here but she was here. It was just a few short months before she sat for her NEWTS and of course she planned to get top scores in each and every course she took. It just seemed like she was the only one really taking this year seriously, sure, the previous year had been hell for a lot of people but that didn't mean everyone could put off the this particular year!

Yes, yes, last year the final battle took place and now the world was truly at peace and everything. Most of the seventh years had come back as eighth years and a lot of students were retaking their classes completely from the previous year. There were a few people who were missing from her usual crowd and she was saddened by that fact, last year had robbed her of many people. The world would no longer hear Fred's jokes and laughter, Tonks and Remus left a child behind, Ron had joined the Aurors, Harry had vanished to enjoy life for the first time since before he could remember and her parents were still lost to her.

Before she had left to help Harry with his quest she had robbed her parents of their memory of her and the magical world and sent them off to some place unknown. And to keep them completely safe, well she didn't even allow herself to keep the location. They were completely from everything and well, she hadn't really thought that she was going to survive the war to begin with. And if they didn't remember her, they wouldn't be saddened by her passing. But now she was mourning them, and it hurt, and she buried that pain by forcing herself to study harder and longer.

No one knew about her parents, and just assumed she was being herself as she fell into her school work and they avoided their own. She wanted to yell and scream at them, tell them to stop partying and just relaxing, but as much as she hated to admit it most of the time they deserved it. She just felt bad for their test scores, whereas she would have the top scores. The only one that seemed to be taking school seriously was, surprise, surprise, Draco Malfoy. He was being avoided like the plague but he didn't seem to mind. Instead he was locked in his own mind and his work; he couldn't coast on his standing anymore.

Hermione turned a corner and found herself colliding with a hard body. Her books fell from her hands as she began to fall backwards and as she looked up she saw a stunned expression and blonde hair. She also felt fingertips trying to catch her as her body fell through empty space before her body began to tumble down the stairs. After her head hit the stairs darkness overcame her vision and when that darkness faded and her eyes fluttered open she noticed a different blond.

This blond looked eerily familiar to the one she ran into before she took her tumble but different and a different gender. But there was still that stunned expression and a look of concern as a hand reached out to help her to her feet. Hermione accepted the hand and righted herself before she dusted off her attire, "Are you alright?" The blond woman said as she looked over the brown haired woman with concern.

Hermione nodded a couple of times as she tried to place the face of the woman before her and almost as if sensing her confusion the blond smiled, "My name is Narcissa, are you a transfer student, I've never seen you around before."

That was when Hermione felt the glass on her hand from dusting off her robes and the sand that had been encased in said glass. Her time turner had broken and in that moment all she could think about was how screwed she was, because now that she had the name, she knew why she recognized the blonde; it was Draco's mother...and sister to the woman that tormented her as she just watched. But at the same time it wasn't.

She took a nice deep breath and steadied herself, everything was going to be alright. She was just dressed in plain robes, not her school ones, so being a transfer student would work for now. She just needed to talk to the Headmaster now and get things sorted, she would get back to the future and everything would work out. She just needed to not alter the time line and everything would be fine.

"Hermione, and yes, I am a transfer student, I was just looking for the Headmaster to figure everything out and I think I got lost," she tried to look pathetic, or at least as much as she could.

"It happens, the staircases tend to move, it is very easy to get lost around here. I'll take you up to the Headmaster myself."

"You don't have to, I don't want to be a bother," in reality, she needed a moment to collect herself, to figure out just she was going to do. She knew she needed to headmaster and she was convinced he would get her back to the future, but how was she not going to change the future? Maybe, she would luck out and, maybe, just maybe, he would be able to send her back without a delay.

"It's no bother, really, I was heading in that direction anyway," Narcissa smiled towards the girl and Hermione forced a smile to her features. This was not going to end well, after all when did she every really have any luck? Well good luck.

"If you're sure..." And with that said, the Blond led her down a familiar path to what she hoped to be her salvation.

OOC: This would be my first time actually writing something on the site, and I see this being a decent length. A least I hope for it to be. Hopefully it won't turn out too terribly.