Pure

1943

I froze in place and stared at Dumbledore with wide eyes. There was really nothing else for me to do in that moment.

Six years ago, I received a letter that was attached to an owl as I was swinging in the playground by my house. Inside, it told me of a magical school that I had been accepted into. That moment was the most unbelievable moment I had ever endured, and nothing, not being petrified, or being attacked by my werewolf teacher, nor almost dying in the ministry at the hand of the death eaters, had surpassed my awe at my acceptance into Hogwarts, a school of magic... not until 1943.

"Why don't you come into my office. You look a little peaked," said Dumbledore.

"Okay," I mumbled. I walked into Professor Mcgonagall's office. It was different though. It wasn't Mcgonagall's office. It was Professor Dumbledore's. I sat down on a big chair on the other side of Dumbledore's desk.

"Now I don't think I've ever seen you before... Would you know why that might be, Miss..."

"Granger, Sir." I probably should not have said my real name. It was many years before I was born, but I was too dumbstruck to think.

"Ah, yes. Miss Granger?"

"Well you see Sir, I... am new here. I... just moved to London with my family... and I previously went to... Beauxbaton." I said, irritated with my hesitance. Dumbledore's eye sparkled, and he lifted his hand, which made my gaze follow his arm.

"Ah yes, we've received word that you would be coming," and Fawkes came soaring in with a letter addressed to a man named Dippet, the headmaster in 1943 if I remembered correctly, that was addressed from Beauxbaton.

How was that possible? I hadn't really come from Beauxbaton... Dumbledore must have known I had been lying, but if he knew, why would he go along with it?

"I see you have already been sorted into Gryffindor, however I think you may need new robes," I looked down at my robes that I was still wearing from the great feast in my time, in my time. The robes were substantially dirty from my trek through the forbidden forest before Fawkes had found me.

Dumbledore waved his wand and a full set of Gryffindor robes appeared in front of me, along with a page of information neatly laid on top of the pile. 

"Thank you Sir," I said, thanking him for more than the robes.

"You're very welcome. I also notice that you have no trunk with you. I will just give you this then." He handed me a small bag. I looked inside and saw it was double the size it appeared. It was really very clever, and I had enlarged most of my school bags in the past. But what really surprised me was that it was full of money. It was exploding with galleons. I hadn't even had that much at home.

"Sir, you really didn't have to do that, I can..."

"Not to worry, Miss Granger. It is no loss to me. You may use it on the upcoming Hogsmeade trip. Anyway, I'll have to be off now," he said, standing out of his chair. "Oh, and Miss Granger," he said, "If you ever find a time when you are conflicted, you may find it easier to choose the best solution, but if you choose the worst, it may turn out to be far more than you could have hoped for," he said. What did that have to do with anything he had previously said?

I stood up to leave as well, gathering my newly acquired items, and walked to the door that he was holding open.

"Oh, and I am Professor Dumbledore, if you have the need to know," said Dumbledore with a twinkle in his eye, and with that, he walked down one of the many halls of Hogwarts.

He knew... how he knew, I never know, but he knew I was from the future, or something like that. He at least knew I wasn't supposed to be here, but he still had arranged my new life here without a second glance. But, how did he know?