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Chapter One

Hermione and Ron had just had a fight about nothing really. It was the third fight of the week and Harry was getting agitated. The last fight had ended by Hermione running off to her Head's dorm crying, and Ron sitting in the common room glaring into the fire. Harry had gone after Ron, thinking that it would be better to let Hermione get a hold of herself before he came to comfort her.

When he asked Ron what the fight was about he didn't respond. It seemed like he was talking to a brick wall, as there was never any answer. After twenty minutes of trying to crack him, he left for the Head's common room to find Hermione.

Hermione was sitting on her bed, with eyes that were red and swollen. She looked terrible; her hair was messy and had come out of the tight bun she kept it in and her face was tear- stained.

"Hermione? Are you okay?" Harry asked quietly. Hermione shook her head. "It wasn't your fault, you know?" Hermione shook her head. "Yes, it was." She squeaked. "It was all my fault. I shouldn't have bossed him around so much. I bet he'll never talk to me again." She started to throw things blindly at the wall. Most were things that Ron had given her and such. Hermione grabbed what she thought to be a necklace and threw it as hard as she could. It immediately shattered against the wall and there was a blinding flash of light before it grew dim again.

"What was that?" Harry asked. "Oh, no! I think I accidentally threw the time turner!" Wailed Hermione. "Shh. It's okay. Just stay calm." Harry said soothingly, trying to hush her. Hermione nodded and closed her eyes trying to refocus. A few minutes later she opened them again. "We'd better see what year it is. Tiveal!" The number 1976 shot out of her wand and floated in mid air. The two friends' eyes widened when they saw the date. It was the marauders and Lily's last year at Hogwarts! "Oh. My. Gosh." Hermione muttered. "We have to see Dumbledore!" Harry nodded so they headed off towards the headmaster.

"What's the password?" Hermione asked Harry. "I dunno. Um, how about chocolate frogs?" The statue didn't respond. Harry looked surprised at this, and accidentally dropped his wand. "Butterfingers." Hermione teased. The statue jumped aside. "How did that work?" Harry shrugged and went up to knock at the door.

"Come in." Called the headmaster and the two slipped in the door. "Ah, James. What brings you here at this time, and who is your friend?" Harry grinned. "I'm not James. I'm Harry Potter, his son in the future. We had a bit of a problem and were sent back here. And, as for my friend this is Hermione Granger." Dumbledore frowned. "I see. If you will wait, I would feel a little more stable knowing that you are really from the future and that you are who you appear to be. Ah, yes by the way it is the year 1976. I would prefer to know the year you are from." This time Hermione answered "Please sir, we're from the year 2006 and of course we have more than enough time for you to be sure of our identities." A smile graced Dumbledore's lips and the familiar twinkle once again came into his eye. "Alright, be still." Harry and Hermione stiffened. "Good. Now, Revealo!" A dim light shone from the tip of Dumbledore's wand and he carefully pressed it against Harry's wrist. Surprisingly it was hot and Harry gritted his teeth, attempting to remain still. Quickly Dumbledore removed the hot wand tip and muttered a spell under his breath. The light grew larger and in the middle was written Harry James Potter in spindly handwriting. Dumbledore smiled again. "Excellent. Hermione, your turn next…" Saying the spell again he pressed the wand against Hermione's pale wrist. Repeating the process once again it was proved that Hermione truly was Hermione Jane Granger. "Wonderful. It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Granger, Mr. Potter. You will have to change you appearances, of course, and I will take care of that for you with a simple glamour spell. Also, I will give you the opportunity to teach rather than learn this year, as we have a spot to fill in DADA, and I can tell that you are both more than experienced in this subject. Now, which would you prefer?" Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance that told they both wanted to teach. "We'll teach, sir." Hermione announced. "Good, first you will, of course need to take a short test on how much you know about this subject. Good luck." Harry and Hermione worked furiously over the fifteen forms and questions for the next hour or so. Meanwhile Dumbledore simply sat thinking about ways to get the two students back to their own time. There were few solutions, one was a spell that only two very powerful wizards could perform and the other did not always work. What to do. What to do.

Once the two had finished their tests they proceeded to charm their appearances and changed their names to Harrison Polter and Rose Garter. Hermione had always like the name Rose, and Harry had wanted a similar name to the one he had now.

Their appearances were very different than before. Harry had chestnut hair that fell a little below his ears and blue-green eyes that was the same color as the sea. He had kept his muscles from quidditch and his body shape was pretty much the same.

Hermione had thick strawberry blonde hair that reached her mid back, and dancing blue eyes. She was now small and petite, much shorter than she had been earlier. They both were relatively happy with their appearances and their names. " You both have proved that you are highly skilled and meet the needs for a Hogwarts professor. Welcome to the staff. Now, if you don't mind I will show you to your new rooms." Announced Dumbledore. They nodded and followed him down the hall to a picture of a golden phoenix. "You may choose the password." And with that he left. Hermione whispered to the painting "Tearfall." The portrait opened and admitted them to their rooms.

It was relatively small, and had a mini kitchen off to the left and an office and living room along with two bedrooms and bathrooms. There was also a dining room and family room off to the left. "Home, sweet home!" Exclaimed Hermione, before rushing over into her bedroom.

Inside of their bedrooms were clothes to change into and also some dress robes just in case. Harry picked out black slacks and a white button up shirt underneath a black cloak. Hermione chose a khaki skirt, a pink shirt and a matching cloak and high heels. She quickly dusted her face with make up and pulled her hair into a sunrise bun. They were both ready to go.

Harry watched quietly as the students filed in, watching for his parents and their friends. Hermione was watching Harry, and was worried about how he would react to seeing his parents. As she watched, a flicker of pain entered Harry's eyes, and Hermione gazed down to see the marauders, Alice Longbottom and Lily enter the great hall and take a seat at the Gryffindor table. She reached out and squeezed his hand gently, and he smiled in thanks, although the pain still lingered in his aqua blue eyes.

"Some of you may be wondering why there is no food, are you not?" Sirius and James roared loudly earning a laugh from the crowd. Once they had quieted down again Dumbledore resumed his speech. "Now, as you know the other professors and I have been searching for a new defense against the dark arts teacher for quite a while. Well, I would like to announce that we have found two highly trained professors. I would like to introduce professors Harrison Polter and Rose Garter." Harry and Hermione stood up and smiled as the students applauded politely. Dumbledore waved his hand and food appeared on the tables, and as expected everyone sat down to a filling dinner.

Hermione spent her time talking to the teachers, most of whom she knew, and comparing the castle to how it was in the future. Harry seemed withdrawn and was staring down at the Gryffindor table. Hermione nudged him with her elbow and whispered that he should join in the conversation to learn more about the teaching plans of previous professors and what worked and didn't work. Harry nodded and spent the rest of the meal chatting with a younger version of professor Sprout. "So, who was the last professor?" Harry asked cheerily. "Oh, of course, professor Cartel. Rather shy if you ask me!" They both laughed enjoyably. Harry yet again glanced out at the marauders. "Excuse me, but do you know James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew or Remus Lupin? It seems that you have been glancing that way quite a bit lately." Harry gulped. Was it that obvious?


Dun, Dun, Dun! Cliff hanger! The sooner you review the sooner you get the next chapter! I won't post the next one until I get at least one review! And yes, I know. That was a terrible cliffie.