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A/N: I started writing this after reading many wonderful time travelfanfics. I am going to publish it in short chapters, because hopefully that means I will update more regularly. It's a Hermione/Sirius fanfic, so be warned. Read. Love. Review. Roxanne the Laugh x.

Chapter 1: Niff-squiggle

I woke in the hospital wing of Hogwarts, which is curious, because the last I remember I was in the Department of Mysteries, and there was an explosion as a curse hit the time-turner that hung around my neck. I became startled when a familiar voice cut through the silence of the night. I hadn't noticed Professor Dumbledore beside me. 'You're awake, my dear...' I became stunned as I glanced towards the headmaster: he seemed kind of different. I remained silent for a few moments, before finding my voice.

'Dumbledore?' The headmaster smiled.

'Yes. I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts.' I spoke.

'How'd I get here? What happened?' Dumbledore seemed to consider my questions.

'I am not sure. I was hoping that perhaps you'd have some idea... Madam Pomfrey removed this from your person when you arrived.' Dumbledore held up the remains of the time-turner. I was speechless as the realisation slowly dawned on me: the time-turner exploded!

'What year is it!?' I sounded horrified, but Dumbledore calmly responded.

'1975.'

Dumbledore concluded that when the time-turner exploded its magical energy sent me back in time. 'Miss. Granger... I suggest that you join Hogwarts as a student. I can sense a strong Gryffindor spirit within you: and Gryffindor house will be ecstatic to welcome you. I shall write to Gringotts and have a small vault arranged to house your finances of 500 galleons. Once you're settled, we can sit down and discuss what to do with your knowledge of the future. If we use this knowledge wisely, countless innocent life's could be saved.' I spoke.

'Really? We could save everyone!' Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.

'Yes... though for now, I shall escort you to Gryffindor tower and introduce you.' Dumbledore rose to his feet, wondering over to Madam Pomfrey's office. I glanced around the hospital wing; I would make the most of this new existence, with Dumbledore's help I would prevent all the suffering and pain. Dumbledore soon returned from Madam Pomfrey's office, holding a spackle of rejuvenation serum. I accepted the rejuvenation serum, as Dumbledore spoke. 'Miss. Granger, Madam Pomfrey discharges you from her care, so if you'd please follow me.'

I followed Dumbledore out of the hospital wing, making conversation with him.

'Professor... what are my classmates like?' Dumbledore chuckled. I've come to the conclusion that I should not dwell on my past: of course, I would miss everyone, but I couldn't change that now. I would integrate myself into this timeline: make new friends and live my life. I would make sure the future is bright for those I left behind.

'Miss. Granger, your classmates are... well... they're a lot of fun. Now... if you don't mind, I will need to know your blood status, so I can concoct a convincing alias.' I knew –even though it sounded amusing– that I couldn't walk around telling everyone that I'm a time traveller. I answered Dumbledore's question.

'I am a muggle-born.' Dumbledore smiled.

'Splendid.' I'm not sure how we reached the seventh floor so quickly, but we were now standing outside the Gryffindor common room. Dumbledore introduced me to The Fat Lady. 'Excuse me, my dear lady... this is Hermione Granger. She's a new student, who is to become part of your wonderful house... she's my second cousin, twice removed.' I would have to remember the details of my alias. The Fat Lady greeted me, before Dumbledore spoke the password: niff-squiggle.