This is the home of one-shots and various other tales I have started but don't intend to finish. Hermione features in a lot of them as she's my favourite character, any comments will be appreciated.

Starting it off here is the compulsory time-travel superpowered fic with a little bit of a twist.

DoM Internal File: Lady Time

Classified

If you can't read this, don't try to.

Subject: Alice

Rational for Employee name: Subject's only words before passing out where recording as "...like passing through a looking glass." Deemed to be reference to Alice in Wonderland. Name upheld by Bloodstone.

Qualifications: None

Medical Complications: Suspected Non-human, extreme magical power, unstable temporality, high-grade amnesia.

Salary: None. Subject is not aware of their employment. Equivalent of standard employee salary put into trust fund when subject comes of age. (See report 3X174DO for likelihood of this occurring)

Name: Unknown

Cover Name: Alice

Wands:

Original: Unknown

Current: 7" Pinus longaeva and Hourglass dust

Artifacts:

Experimental Methuselah Wand (Ref: Hourglass Projects)

Log:

31st July 1937 The Hourglass Incident

In the centre of the Chamber of Times destruction responders noted a young girl, no more than six or seven, dancing around temporal vortexes, anomalies and other broken flows of reality. The Head Unspeakable on the scene, after a few minutes observation used her to mark out the stable areas of the room and ordered her capture as the possible saboteur. Subject's age is reported as fluctuating, and is suspected to have aged at least a year to shake off stunner effects. Subject was eventually tricked into power suppressing cell, which appeared to have the intended effect.

1st August

Interrogation via Veritaserum. Subject reveals no knowledge of anything, the most useful remarks being: "All I know is that I don't know what I know." And "Of course I don't, I haven't read that yet.". Inference is that the Subject is somehow connected to time in some way, the possibility for Universe self-correcting to a timetraveller has been dismissed by her statement that the time room simply cannot be broken yet and the rift signatures found in the former time room.

3rd August

More exhaustive cross-reference and conversations allows us to infer that the Subject is a witch. Or will be a witch in the department of mysteries. All attempts at recovering her name, wand type, job or others have failed. In conclusion the Subject will now be referred to as Alice, and the current hypothesis is that she was a researcher from an alternate Department of Mysteries whose mind may have been scrambled by a combination of secrecy oaths and the effects of passing through the hourglass.

4th August

Alice has been verified to still have her magic and appears to be exhibiting accidental bursts though some control has been shown.

5th August

Alice was run through the departments non-magical testing today. Results are inconclusive. She apparently has no concept of personal time and has since been lectured to keep herself in the same time-frame as the rest of us. No matter how boring it may be.

12th August

Alice appears to have driven her handlers slowly insane and has started to exhibit signs of retrograde amnesia. Physical scans indicate that she appears to have regressed in age by a month since last measurement. A hypothesis has been suggested that our interrogation and other conversations will now occur in her future, which is puzzling as she made no mention of us in her past.

20th August

Attempting to teach Alice French and several other skills has revealed several things about her unique physiology. One, she is an exceptionally fast learner to the point where a hypothesised 'Genius Gift' has been added to her magical talents. Two, her unique was of storing knowledge is consistent up to personal time. Mostly. In what has been dubbed her 'shifted' state of time flux or local acceleration she appears to be able to draw on all sorts of knowledge from various eras or the near future.

21st August

Alice enrolled on advanced physical training courses. Physical acumen appears to match mental abilities. She also appears to have aged herself to fifteen.

31st August

Alice officially declared as a ward of the department with a verification that no magical relatives, bloodlines or any relatives at all exist. As such her Unspeakable training has begun, beginning with advanced physical skills under the codename Lady Time. When she regresses to too young an age to take part in physical training extensive mental training and conditioning is applied. Alice's innate temporal abilities would be a great asset to the department when her training program is complete.

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17th September

Alice is hereby removed as an experimental subject due to ritual complications. Any rite, potion or spell dependant in any way on time is hereby banned from being performed on or around her.

[Removed Entry]

5th November

Alice continues to exceed all expectations. Today, as an errand for her current rune master she was sent on an errand to the Cornerstone Library. She was reportedly at that location for an hour. Her internal threat level has been increased as, in that hour, she was more than capable of reading any book contained therein.

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13th January 1938

As per the proposed training outline Alice today reached the appropriate conditioning level for a trip in the public domain. She exhibited familiarity with Diagon Alley, though Olivanders failed to provide a wand for her. He did, however, accept the materials and designs for the planned Methuselah Wand and 'strongly recommended' that we brought Alice with us to collect it. The wandcrafter knows something. His eyes strayed too long on certain parts of her body.

21st February

Her wand is nearly complete, for we are almost certain it will be her wand. No doubt about it. Unspeakable Bloodstone has started to exhibit an interest in the girl. So has his partner. Coercion, programming and other methods of control seem to be unravelling as she ages. The headache I have from just listening to her no longer goes away after I've slept. Transferring handling and control of Lady Time to the Non-Existent Department, as per their request.

7th May

Alice bonded with her wand today. 7" Pinus longaeva and Hourglass dust. Intense magical study has begun. Bonding occurred at exactly 7AM. The occurrence of so many sevens today is unnerving.

18th June

Alice continues to speak in half riddles. No matter what is attempted all conditioning attempts have failed. Memory modifications do not have any effect. It appears she has gained full control of her temporal shifting abilities and is beginning to use them to her advantage. Unspeakable Bloodstone has not given up on her after her February disappearance.

31st July

Alice's one-year anniversary with the department, she still cannot remember her name but seems overly happy for some reason. Reported seeing 'him' running through several sections of the department. The Project has been listed as a failure and she has been released to Unspeakable Bloodstone.

14th August

Unspeakable Bloodstone has expressed his contempt at our organisation for our treatment of the girl and vowed never to share a single piece of his knowledge with us or the British ministry. The Non-Existent Department has been disbanded, its projects evaluated and most of its staff executed. All knowledge related to Project Chronos has been destroyed.

Lady Time and Bloodstone remain employees of the Department in name and have agreed to assist in occasion, but only in matters directly related to the upcoming war. (Ref: Prophecy 3877).

Log Ends

1st September 1938 - King's Cross Station

"I don't want to forget again." The young women said as she stood on the empty platform, her back to the wizard and witch behind her. "I'm the oldest I've ever been, and I like it." She stared at them. "I've even started to remember, sometimes, what happened before. Ghost images, passages, things. Yellow eyes. That was a good one. I dreamt of yellow eyes and a muted voice. Timeless."

"We know." The man not that older than the girl said calmly. "But do you believe that you would like this you?" He asked slowly, trying to look anywhere other than at her. "The you that they made down there? What would you do with your life now?"

"I don't know." She stated. "But to go back. To live through all those years without my training, without my knowledge? Even knowing I'll get it back isn't that much help." She asked astounded. "There's a war brewing, a long one. And it won't be over by Christmas."

"All the better that you do it now." The women joined in. "What if the you that lives through your entire life, not just parts of it, is not a killer and then you find out later. You'll have friends, enemies, maybe lovers, you can enjoy life. We'll be there for you."

"I..." The younger women sighed and flicked her wand the elders nodded in their appreciation at the ward. "I am really glad you charmed these school robes bigger. Just think of it as a mission." She told herself, closing her eyes.

She blurred. A cute eleven year old with bushy brown hair and chocolate eyes looked shyly up at the adults with a smile. "Hi, I don't know you yet."

The women smiled, sharing a sad glance with her husband as she knelt down beside the girl. "My apologies, you can call me Pearl, and this is my husband Nick." Her fingers traced the girls cheek as they shared a smile. "Here, I have a few things for you." She pulled a bracelet and a necklace from behind her back. "This is to stop people from seeing how special you are and the necklace is a good luck charm filled with protection spells." She offered them to the young girl who put them on with a look of wonder.

"Thank you." She said with a smile. "I love you too. I'm sure I haven't forgotten anything and you haven't given me an... Or at least I can't remember buying an owl. I can't remembe- I guess it's... yes. Thank you. If I have to." She looked down at the floor.

Nick embraced her in a hug. "Next time, please give us a chance to react before you answer." She blinked. "It's not polite to answer a question before someone's asked it."

"I know, you would have said so. Told me to keep it qui-" Her eyes went wide. "Ooooh. I didn't realise I was the only one who could do it. Thank you." She smiled and hugged him back. "I'll see you in Summer then. Mais, mon fronçais n'est pas excellente, au revoir."

"Wait!" Pearl yelled as she started to wander off. "You forgot your trunk!"

The girl stopped dead. "I have a trunk?" She asked, frowning cutely. "Yes, I would, wouldn't I? That train is a lovely shade of red." Sighing she ran back to the adults, grabbed the trunk they had with them and went to investigate the train. She'd hadn't seen a train yet. Well, she was passably sure she hadn't seen a train yet, but would have in another hour. Which is to say... It was a rather shiny red. Like a postbox. But she hadn't seen one of those yet either.

The two adults she left looked at each other. "She doesn't remember anything, does she?"

"No." The man stated sadly, eyes gleaming. "Nothing at all."

"You did what you could." The women said comfortingly, catching the salty liquid as it ran down her husbands face. "She won't grow up to be a slave. That's the important thing." The man shivered.

"But she will always be a weapon." He stated. "I know it was one or the other... I know..." He rolled his shoulders uneasily. "Just as I know why we'll stay out of this war. We're a little old for another child Pearl. I'm getting weary."

"Then perhaps it is time to stop." She turned to stare fondly at the train. "I have a felling she could forge a legacy that would make any mother proud."

"I believe she could as well. Let us see what Hogwarts will bring to her." He conjured a seat for them to share as the others started arriving to board the Express. "I will have to send a missive to Albus and Armond, you know how Dumbledore gets around anyone he feels to be Dark."

"The bracelet will hide it from him." Pearl said calmly. Her husband jerked.

"My god women, you managed to add that as well?" He idly tucked one of her hairs back behind her ear. "The others know not of the miracle they failed to entice into their abodes."

"Twentieth century my dear, twentieth century." Said miracle replied as he slipped back to his roots.

0oooOooo0

"Hello." A cute young boy stood in the doorway to the compartment smiling. At her. "Is it possible to join you?"

"Of course, it's just me." She said happily. "Have a seat, you can take any but I wouldn't advise the ones by the door." He went over to take the seat opposite her as her head rested against cold glass.

"Oh, and why would that be?" He asked with interest. "I'm Tom, by the way. Tom Riddle."

"It's hard to see outside from their." The girl answered. "And I'm..." She blinked. "Hmm, they must have forgotten to tell me my name, how..." There was a ghost. Sitting opposite her. He looked similar to the boy in front of him but there was also a third, red and ignorant. 'I'm Hermione by the way, Hermi-' "Hermione." She tasted it. "Hermione. Much better than Alice." She blinked again. They where gone.

"So... Hermione," Tom asked nervously.

"You know my name!" The girl said happily. "How did you know my name? Actually, what's my surname? Definitely more important. I think."

He blinked, the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach was there again. He'd thought, in this new world he'd stand a chance to be more than that freaky little orphan who everyone was too scared to make fun of but hated anyway. The sneer plastered itself on his face. How he hated people who toyed with him. He'd pick a name, a nice common name, like Mason or Smith or... "Yes, your name is Hermione Potter." He said calmly. She blinked, frowned absently and gazed off into the distance.

"Hermione... Potter." She tried it on for size. "Hermione Potter. It doesn't taste right." She told him. "It tastes like a could have been, or maybe a should have been. But not me." She curled her legs up and hugged them close as her eyes stared off into the distance. "Potter... why does that mean something?" She asked, her eyes closed. "Tell me- Oh, I guess I am. Perfectly." Her tone was suddenly sarcastic and she glared at him. "Well that's not very nice. I-" She froze. "I did it again, didn't I? Stupid, stupid, stupid."

Tom stood up slowly. "You're insane." He stated.

"We've had this discussion already." The girl said. "Well, would have had this discussion if I hadn't interrupted."

Tom just shook his head and fled, leaving the crazy girl to be crazy all on her own.

OoooOoooO

Half an hour of being sneered at or ignored for various discrepancies of blood-status (from the wizards), social class (from the muggleborn) later he found him he found himself back in the same dull carriage. A brown haired ball curled up in the corner reading a freshly minted copy of Hogwarts: A History upside down.

"I've read it before. I think." She said without him making a sound. "But it's not this book, so it's a not-new book. But it's too boring to read the right way up." She looked over the book at him and put it down. "I apologise for earlier, I find it difficult to stay in the same... frame of mind as everyone else."

"You have a gift, don't you?" Tom asked after a moment of hesitation, sitting down in the chair opposite her. She looked at him and smiled.

"You can talk to snakes can't you?" He nodded, opening his mouth to speak. "And make bad things happen to bad people." She put the words into his mouth.

"You can see the future." Tom stated firmly.

"I don't see the future as much as... loose track of the present. Fortunately yesterday doesn't exist for me at the moment." She froze. "Oh yeah, this is supposed to be a secret, you can keep one of those, can't you?"

Smiling for the first time that day Tom chuckled to himself. "If you can keep mine, certainly." There was a moment of hesitation. "Friends?" He asked a little warily and it was her tiurn to smile.

"That would be nice, I've never had many friends." She pondered idly. "I think." Their door slid open. "I might not remember that tomorrow."

"Anything from the trolley dears?" Green eyes looked up with surprise, wrinkles ghosted onto her face. A comment was made...

She blinked. "Come back here you filthy gutter rat!" Someone screamed, a spell slammed into the cart. Boiling hot tea splashed over the chairs by the door.

Tom looked at her and she shrugged. Those seats really weren't good to sit on. A chocolate frog jumped through the air...

AN: I was originaly intending to go through the various years of Hogwarts, slowly unravelling what happened to Hermione in the DoM along with the pair's stance on the war, various adventures and the usual Riddle stuff you can get in. I found that I'm unfortunately not a good enough writer / plotter to come up with a reliable story.

If anyone wants to pick this and run with it, please do so as I would be quite interested to see your results.