A/N: I seem to say this about all my new stories, but this will not be like anything I have before written. This will be quite different. And, as I have said about my other works, this will be shorter then my other books.

Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me.

Chapter One: That's What I'm Here For

Dumbledore sat alone in his office, his old cheeks wet from tears. Why was everything going wrong? The school year had just barely begun and already the school was in terrible danger. He had no choice. All the students had to be sent home. There could not be school that year, maybe never again.

A gentle knock on the door interrupted Dumbledore sore thoughts.

"Come in," he choked.

A sixth-year girl entered the office. She had long brunette hair that was quite tousled naturally. She smiled brightly and came up to Dumbledore.

"Good morning, Professor," she greeted cheerily.

"Good morning, Miss Granger," Dumbledore mumbled, trying to put on a brave face for one of his students. "What can I do for you?"

"I was just wondering about this year's schedule," she began. "You see, I had signed up for all the classes I had taken last year but it only shows half of them on my schedule."

"Miss Granger," Dumbledore said, "you're too young to take on that many subjects. Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley have been worried about you having such a tough schedule. They say you stay up till all hours doing homework and you have no time to play around anymore."

"But Professor," she protested, "I can do it."

"I have no doubt, Miss Granger," Dumbledore smiled, "but the fact that you can doesn't mean that you should. These are the best years of your life. You don't want to waste your youth on studying."

"It's not a waste," she grumbled.

"My dear, Hermione," Dumbledore began, "I think I will give you some of the classes back, but only some."

"Yes, Sir," Hermione accepted.

"Remember your time turner," Dumbledore reminded.

Hermione grabbed the small hourglass on her necklace, saying, "Professor Dumbledore, is hours all this thing can turn back?"

"With that you can go back as far as you might wish," Dumbledore explained. "All you have to do it tap it with your wand. Once for weeks, twice for months, three times for years. If you tap it four times, it will turn back to hours. I would advise you not to tap it. You might forget what it's set on and end up years in the past."

"Yes, Professor," Hermione smiled.

As she was about to turn and leave, she spotted something on Dumbledore's desk. She only read a couple of sentences before Dumbledore snatched the paper and placed it in his desk drawer.

"Good day," Hermione said quickly as she left the office as fast as she could.

When she was back in the hall, Hermione thought back on those few sentences.

"He wants the school, dear friend. Voldemort is after the school."

Just then, the bell rang. She should have been in her class already. At a speed she didn't know she had in her, Hermione bolted toward the dungeon. The cold stone walls left a shiver in her as she made her way down the steps. She was nearly there. A wooden door sat near the bottom of the stairs. It was the potions room. Taking a breath, Hermione pushed the door open and entered.

"You're late!" the professor snapped at her.

"Sorry, Professor Snape," Hermione apologized, looking up at the dark, greasy-haired man.

"Take your seat," he commanded, turning his hooked nose away from her in a swift movement.

Hermione sat in a seat near Ron Weasley, a red-headed boy, and Harry Potter, the famous boy with glasses and a lightening scar.

"By the way, Miss Granger," Snape grumbled as he sat down at his desk, "I am taking five points from Gryffindor for your tardiness."

"But Professor!" Hermione objected. "I was with Dumbledore."

"Next time, remind him to write you a note," Snape told her, a small smile on his lips.

Hermione folded her arms and glared at Snape.

"What were you talking to Dumbledore about?" Ron asked.

"Classes and that sort," Hermione began in a hushed tone. "I simply have to tell you guys something."

"Miss Granger!" Snape called across the room. "Would you pipe down and do your Abernez potion. Unless you're not sure how to do it."

"Of course I know how to do it," Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Then get on it, Girl!" Snape ordered.

Hermione stared down into her cauldron. It had already had a thin grey solution in it from when they had started the potion the day before. She opened her book to remind herself where they had left off yesterday.

"What were you saying, 'Mione?" Harry asked, adding a purple powder to his potion.

"Oh, when I was leaving Dumbledore's office-" Hermione began.

"What on Earth, Longbottom!" came Snape's yelling.

Ron, Harry and Hermione directed their attention to Neville. His cauldron was boiling over with a sloppy green mush. Snape walked swiftly to where Neville sat, his long black robes flowing., He stared at the mixture that was seeping all over the floor, then added a few ingredients.

"You now have a hiccuping potion, Mr. Longbottom," Snape grumbled. "Ten points from Gryffindor and stay after class until you can make a proper Abernez potion."

Snape looked so smug as he made his way back to his desk. Hermione wondered what his problem was. Why would he be so awful anyone who wasn't a Slytherin? This was more then just house competition. He hated Gryffindors. What was his problem?

"Earth to Hermione," Ron said, waving his hand in front of her eyes. "What's up?"

"Nothing," Hermione insisted.

"What happened with Dumbledore?" Harry asked as he added bractus leaves to his cauldron.

"Oh," Hermione exclaimed. "I almost forgot. I saw this letter on Dumbledore's desk. It was from the Minister of Magic. It said something about You-Know-Who being after the school."

"He always been after the school," Ron scoffed.

"He's right," Harry added. "There's no reason to worry. Voldemort can't get the school with Dumbledore here. Voldemort's afraid of Dumbledore, remember?"

"I suppose," Hermione let out a breath. "But if there was nothing to worry about why would Mr. Fudge be warning Dumbledore?"

"Miss Granger," Snape said.

"Why won't he just shut up?" Hermione said under her breath.

"Are you ready to show me a working Abernez potion?" Snape asked.

"Why would I be? No one else is," Hermione snapped.

"Don't get insolent, Granger," Snape warned.

"You can't expect me to be done already," Hermione told him. "This will take, at least, another hour."

"You only have the class period, Miss Granger," Snape informed.

"But, Professor, that isn't fair!" Hermione exclaimed.

"I don't appreciate being questioned by a student," Snape grumbled. "Ten point from Gryffindor."


"Shut it!" Ron advised. "You're going to loose all our points if you keep arguing with him."

Hermione shut her mouth and glared at Snape.

Hermione, Ron, and Harry continued working hard on their potions. Hermione still thought of that letter. It just didn't seem quite right. Something was seriously wrong.

When the bell rang, the students put up their ingredients and began to file out of the room. Hermione looked back at Neville, hurrying to cut up ingredients and add them to his potion. She felt sorry for him. After all, it was time for lunch.

"Miss Granger," Snape called.

Hermione left Harry's side and walked up to Snape's desk.

"Did you finish your potion?" He demanded of her.

"Of course not," Hermione said with ire.

"Well, then," Snape grinned. "Maybe you should stay behind and finish."

"That will not be necessary, Severus," came Dumbledore's old voice. "I need to speak with Miss Granger."

"Fine," Snape said spitefully.

Dumbledore put his arm around Hermione and led her from the room. They walked in silence through many familiar corridors. Hermione couldn't help but wonder what all this was about. The two ended up near the Charms room.

"This will be a good place," Dumbledore said, turning to Hermione.

"Good place for what?" Hermione asked.

"I need your help," Dumbledore told her.

"With what, Professor?" Hermione asked.

Dumbledore reached into his robes and took out a letter-size piece of parchment, saying, "I do believe you read my letter."

"Just a little part," Hermione admitted, lowering her head.

"It's from the Minister of Magic," Dumbledore explained. "He tells me that Voldemort has a way to take over the school. There is no stopping him now. This school year will surely end with the destruction of Hogwarts and the torture of all her students."

"What do we do?" Hermione blurted, unable to believe what she was hearing.

"You must stop this tragedy," Dumbledore told her. "According to our spies, Voldemort had a man in the school eighteen years ago, preparing for this time. We don't know what way Voldemort plans to attack and we don't know the identity of that man. All we have is Devia."

"What's Devia?" Hermione queried.

"Our spy doesn't know," Dumbledore told her. "But he has heard the word used in the explanation of commandeering the castle."

"Why don't you get Harry to do it? He-"

"We need him here in the case that you cannot return," Dumbledore explained. "Hermione, it's up to you. You must discover Devia and stop Voldemort's man from insuring Voldemort's victory."

Hermione had faced ordeals such as this, but Harry and Ron were always by her side. How could she accomplish such a thing alone? She had to try, though. If she did not, they would certainly fail. This way they had some chance. It was their only hope.

"I'll do it, Professor," Hermione announced.
A/N: Alright, I don't know if they had bells in Hogwarts, but I thought I should put them in there. Another thing, I said the Potions room was at the bottom of the Dungeon steps. I'm sorry if this is wrong, I was too lazy to look it up. Other than that, I hoped you liked it. The next chapter will be posted once I get a good review. So review.