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Summary: She was sent back in time to match-make the couple that would give birth to the only person in the world able to defeat the Dark Lord. But a sixteen-year-old girl can't always control her emotions...
Prologue – The Girl Who Match-Maked
Hermione Granger was sitting in a dreadful Potions class, ambitiously taking notes on everything Professor Snape said, while Harry, who was sitting next to her, stared out through the window on the snow that was slowly melting away. Ron had done awfully on the OWLs in their previous year and had not been accepted into the Potions NEWTs class.
It was early April, their sixth year apparently, and the spring did finally seem to come along. The winter that year had been long, but now they could enjoy the sun during their short study breaks.
"Until next time," Professor Snape's oily voice rang through the dungeon, "read chapter 12 about the unforgivable potions. Class dismissed."
Harry and Hermione walked out of the dungeons, glad that the dreadful class finally was over for this time. They walked up to the Gryffindor common room to switch books before their next class, which was Transfiguration. Before exiting through the portrait hole, they were joined by Ron, and the reunited trio walked together to the Transfiguration classroom.
They were still the golden trio, the most famous students on Hogwarts, but people who only knew them from their first year, wouldn't almost have recognized them.
Hermione had grown up, got curves and looked more and more like a young woman. Her hair had switched style, to Hermione's thankfulness. It had become less bushy and curlier, and with just a little use of Sleekeasy's Hair Potion, her hair was looking very nice and sophisticated. It had also gotten a little darker during the past year.
Ron had been tall before, but he had grown even more and was now, due to avid quidditch practises, also very muscular. But his hair was still as flaming red as always, his eyes were still sparkling green and his freckles showed now sign of giving up. But the biggest change was in his attitude; because of his new success in the Gryffindor team, he had a never ending tail of girls, and had grown out of that insensitive school-boy role.
Harry had grown quite a bit as well, even though he still was several inches shorter than Ron. His hair messier than the previous years and his glasses, he looked more than ever like his father, except for his beautiful green emerald eyes.
However, when they arrived to the classroom, Professor McGonagall was already there, although the lesson hadn't started yet. She looked up as the trio walked in and joined the rest of the students who had arrived.
"Ah, Miss Granger," she said. "Professor Dumbledore would like to have a word with you immediately."
"Now?" Hermione repeated dumbly.
"Yes, now. You have my permission to leave. Ask your friends about the lessons tonight. The password to Headmaster's office is Chocolate Frogs."
"Oh... okay than," Hermione said and walked out of the classroom, everyone staring at her.
She hadn't done anything wrong, had she? No, she was sure she hadn't been breaking any rules. She was a prefect, after all. Prefects didn't break rules, at least that was her opinion.
It wasn't far to Professor Dumbledore's office, and when she had reached the door, she muttered "Chocolate Frogs" and stepped in. The moving staircase took her up and into his office, where he was sitting, obviously waiting for something or someone, and she suspected that it might be her.
"Ah, Miss Granger, welcome," he said. "Sit down!"
She sat down, hesitating on the chair he had pointed at.
"You are probably wondering why I wanted to see you," Dumbledore said.
"Yes," she said softly.
"Well, you see," he started, "for almost twenty-one years ago, an unknown girl went through the barrier at Platform 9 ¾, entering the Hogwarts train and going to Hogwarts."
Hermione counted quickly in his head and decided that it had to be in the Marauder's last year. (A/N Correct me if I'm wrong! It's supposed to be, at least.)
"Oh," she said.
"She said that she was from another year, from the future. It appeared as she was right. Sadly, we didn't know of a way to get her home, so she had to stay during the fall semester."
Hermione was starting to get this weird feeling in her stomach. "I don't see what this has to do with me, Headmaster," she said.
"That girl was you, Hermione," he said sharply.
She just stared at him.
"Obviously you will miss the fall of your seventh grade," Dumbledore continued. "We will say that you are participating in an exchange program and will spend a couple of months in South Africa."
"But, I-I don't really want to go and..." Hermione began but her voice faded away.
"You will have too. You don't understand how important this is. You can't mess with time. You see, you may be the reason why James Potter and Lily Evans got together."
"So what did Dumbledore want?" Ron asked curiously during the dinner.
"He wants me to participate in an exchange program this year," Hermione said, just as they had agreed that she would say. "South Africa."
"What?!" Ron said. "But you're not going, right?"
"Of course I am! It's like the chance of my life. It will be a wonderful experience."
"You must be kidding me," Harry said. "You're not coming to Hogwarts next year?"
"After Christmas."
"But-"Ron started.
"No buts," Hermione interrupted. "This is my decision."
Author's note: So, there it goes. Please tell me what you think. This is not really the story, the story will be rather different, but it's the prologue and is needed. Maybe I should upload the first chapter as well... yeah, I'll do that. Read next chapter, which should be up.
Thankful for every single review,
Megafreak