Harry Potter 1. Chapter 1: Lost In The Past

There was a loud banging noise, which immediately awoke the sleeping Granger let out a large yawn, and stretched her arms out. It was September the first, and she bewitched her alarm clock to begin banging in the morning and for the windows to immediately open. Hermione Granger was not a morning person no matter how smart she was. She wanted to get up really early so that she could have a head start of the day.

After a minute or so of bright light and loud banging noises, she got up. Still yawning, she turned to face her nightstand. Sitting on top, was a rusty time turner. "The memories," she murmured, tightly clutching the time turner. "You caused so much trouble," she sighed. Hermione yawned again, her eyes still puffy from sleep. The time turner felt a little different, but she didn't bother with it. It was probably nothing. After all, she had to be careful about false accusations. With all that she'd made in the past six years, another one would do no good.

Though she never told Harry and Ron this, she still used her time turner. She only took three extra classes, and still needed it. It wasn't a big deal, she had a homework schedule, causing everything to go smoothly. Besides, if Harry and Ron didn't suspect a thing, she must have been keeping it quiet very well.

"Wow," she murmured, as she picked the time turner up. It felt as if she had never used it. It was all so new to her, the features looked unrecognisable. Mainly because she hadn't used it in two months, but it still felt new for her. Almost difference. "How about, I go back twenty seconds?" She asked herself. It would make using at Hogwarts a little easier. It was a risk, but she knew that nothing would go wrong. Taking in a deep breath, she turned back the time turner. Something was odd, but she was too tired to tell. After a moment, she made it go back twenty seconds. Or so she thought.

2 HOURS LATER

"Wha-?" She murmured, sitting up straighter. She had not remembered coming here. Nor had she remembered even leaving her house. She looked around and saw two worn out robes and a new one laying next to her. A bunch of candy wrappers were scattered across the floor. In a distance, she heard a few roars of laughter coming from the other side.

"What is going on?" She hazily asked herself, rubbing her head. For some odd reason, her head ached and she didn't know compartment looked eerily familiar, but something was different about it. The air she breathed was not the same. The train itself was not the same. She couldn't put her finger on it. Something was rong. She shut her eyes, feeling as if she were having a hang over. "How did I get here?" She stupidly asked herself, almost expecting an answer.

It was September the first, and she knew that. But why was here so early? How had she even gotten here? Was this some sort of joke between Harry and Ron? If so, where were they and why was no one here? Whose robes did these belong to? Whose candy wrappers were here?

"Ron? RON? HARRY?" She said, hoping they would pop up out of nowhere. But the compartment remained empty, excluding Hermione. It was no use. Harry and Ron were not here. Where were they?

Hermione stood up, feeling extremely dizzy. There was a sound of a door opening, but she ignored it. Her head was spinning, causing her balance to be lost. She tripped over herself, falling down from the dizzyness. Figuring she would feel the hard floor she instead felt a pair of strong arms catching her. The person's arms were comforting, but not knowing of whom they belonged to crushed those feelings at once. "Woah there." A voice said. It was too far from her to be the person who caught her. "

Well, hello there." Another near voice said, the voice appearing to belong to a male's. Now this voice, Hermione was sure, belonged to the person who had caught her.

Hermione thought she'd regained balance and tried standing up again, but simply fell down again. The same person had caught her again, leaving her very flustered. She was embarrassed that she had to be caught not one, but two times by the same person.

"You okay, brown eyes?" Another boy teasingly said. Now this voice, Hermione knew for sure, belonged to the person who had caught her.

Hermione spun her head around. He was about an inch taller than her, and his hair was messy. It looked like he was trying to act like a rebel. Though she wouldn't actually date, or even like, him, he was kind of cute. To her, anyway. Not that she'd actually tell him that. Hermione was never one to compliment someone on their looks, no matter how ignorant it was.

Hermione tried standing up again, and succeeded. She sheepishly smiled, feeling like a little kid. The boy was still holding onto her with a cautious look. He stupidly grinned. "Don't fall again, I won't be able to catch you all the time."

The other two boys, whom she had just realized were there, laughed. She looked at the three boys with widened eyes. They all looked eerily familiar.

"Harry!" She exclaimed, pointing to one of the three boys. He looked exactly like Harry, all except for his eyes. They were not the same size, nor where they the same color. "What's going on? Who are these people? What happened?" She demanded.

The boy who appeared to be Harry, shook his head. "I-I'm not Harry," he said, raising a brow. "I don't even know a Harry. I'm James. James Potter." He pointed at the first boy. "That's Remus Lupin." The first boy awkwardly waved, a forced smile planted on his face.

"And," The last boy said, releasing his grip on Hermione. "My name," he offered her his hand, "is what you'll be screaming tonight." He said this with casualty, the grin still etched on his face. With a shock, she realized that he was Sirius Black. She realized that she had gone back in time. In front of her, was Harry's dad, her old Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher, and the man she had saved back in third year.

And with that so, she fainted.


	2. Chapter 2: Adjusting

"Is she awake? Is she?" Hermione heard a familiar voice ask. It was definitely a man's.

Hermione had just woken up. For a split second, she opened her eyes but then immediately closed them. She needed answers, more than she needed air. It was desperate, but it was still a chance. She was laying down, on what seemed to be a bed. The bed was nice and comfy, which suited her. The blanket covered her up from her toes, to the top of her chest. The pillow kept her head comfortable. She felt a gush of wind come in the room, washing over her neck. Hermione figured she was in the Hospital Wing.

"No," screeched a familiar female's voice. It was Madam Pomfrey's, the school's nurse. "And if you keep asking then you can leave." She said sternly. She heard a few whooshed of fast walking and metal clattering against a wooden table. A few things rumbled.

"Well, is she okay?" A female's voice asked. The voice sounded, caring and tender which would have comforted her if it hadn't belonged to a complete stranger. This voice, finally, she didn't recognize. "She looked pretty bad," the the voice said worriedly, croaking out the last few words. There was a gulping noise.

"She'll be fine," calmly reassured Madam Pomfrey, a little impatient. "Now if more people keep coming," she grumbled, referring to the new amount of footsteps entering the room, "then you'll be forced to leave!" She barked, causing everyone, except Hermione, to jump in fright.

She heard someone grumble, loud enough for her to hear. "Old hag," grumbled one boy, whom she identified as a bitter Sirius. Someone else grunted back in agreement.

Shakily, Hermione opened her eyes. Her vision was foggy at first, but then cleared up at once. "Look!" A red-headed girl exclaimed. Her hair bounced on her back, as she eagerly took more steps forward. This vaguely reminded her of Ginny. The girl dragged a stool near Hermione's bedside, the screeches echoing in the room.

Oh Ginny. She thought, close to tears. What was she going to do? She stiffly yawned, unaware of how tired she was. She had gone back twenty years, _twenty years_. How would she be able to stay here? Who could she trust? How, on earth, would she get back home? This, as Ron would say, would be a bloody nightmare. Of course, thought Hermione, it has to be me who goes back in time, she gruffly thought. Always me.

Several people crowded around her bedside. Remus, oh how she hated calling him that, stood at the end with a shocked look. Sirius and James were there as well, both standing on the left of her side. Sirius crept over, peaking at her. He had a worried look on his face, that vanished as he noticed her staring. "Hi," he said, starting to sound confused, but quickly changed to sounding flirtatious. He winked, a half grin on his face which Hermione found adorable.

"Why are you even here, Sirius," the same girl asked with clear annoyance in her voice, "if you're just going to flirt with her?" Her voice turned from annoyance to clear bemusement. She crossed her arms, arching her back. By doing so, she looked and sounded more fierce and confident. Hermione hid a grin, realizing she would've said the exact thing in this situation.

"Well what can I do?" He shrugged, jerking his shoulders back in a swift motion. "I don't always meet girls like her, who fall into my arms." He gave her a sheepish grin, his body swinging back and forth.

"Oh, come off it, Sirius." The girl snapped. With a shock, Hermione realized that she was Lily Evans, Harry's mother. She felt stupid, seeing as she didn't realize that earlier. She was tall, with a slim figure, and an amazing posture. Harry certainly didn't resemble Lily; their features almost completely different. They had similar noses, both long and a tad crooked. And the eyes; they certainly shared the eyes. Both eyes were almond shaped, and piercing green.

"Believe it or not, not everyone wants you. I know, take your time." She fake simpered, leaving James and Remus with a grin. Lily smirked, crossing her arms as Sirius shrugged in defeat.

Hermione looked back at Remus. He looked younger, scrawnier, and, well, happier. Well as happy as he could be. Whenever she could get a glance of older Lupin, he looked tired, sad and lonely. Though he did have Tonks, he carried another burden; the fact that he was a werewolf. His younger self on the other hand looked brighter, enthusiastic and ready for life. He was in his prime time. Remus did look a little sad, but it was still a great difference between the two. It was extremely sad, yet happy to see him.

Looking at James, Hermione almost choked. The resemblance was uncanny. They both had thick and messy hair, same oval-shaped face, same lips, and same everything really; except for, of course their eyes. If possible, there was something else that was different. The aura James gave off, reminded her of Fred and George. He looked rebellious, whereas Harry looked the exact opposite. It would be hard, calling, what was practically Harry's clone, James. But she would have to get used to it, just for a little bit. It wasn't that hard, if she focused hard enough.

She looked at Sirius, her heart pounding. Sirius had grey eyes, in which gleamed in a mischievous way as if he was ready for an adventure whenever, with whoever. His hair was black, shaggy, and was messy in an 'I-don't-care-about-my-hair-but-I-know-it-looks-good sort of way. He was fairly built for his age. Noticing this, it almost made Hermione swoon. He was cute, but in a rebel sort of way. Hermione bit her lip, watching Lily and Sirius bicker back and forth, Sirius with an amused look, and Lily with an enraged one. Her eyes darted from the both of them as if she were watching a tennis match.

"Oh!" Lily cried, almost forgetting that Hermione was there. Sirius was scowling at Lily, but she ignored him. "Are you OK? How do you feel? What happened? I'm Lily Evans, and I heard a big thump in the train and went in and saw you. You don't go here, do you? Well of course not, I would've known, but you don't, right? Blimey, these idiots," She pointed at Sirius and James, "didn't know a thing! They're stupid, they are." She said this really fast. Lily leaned forward, getting a better glimpse of her. She examined her.

"Well," she nervously started. "I-I woke up in that compartment a-and I didn't know how I got th-there. I tried standing up but then I fell down a-and an-and.." She looked around, hoping someone would help her. It was hard, explaining how exactly you went back twenty years into the past, without knowing yourself.

"I caught her," murmured Sirius. All eyes darted to him. "Twice," he added. "She thought James was some bloke named Harry, whoever that is,' (Hermione wanted to say that this 'bloke' was his godson, but kept quiet), 'and we told her our names. Next thing you know she fainted. I couldn't catch her this time though." His voice sounded sad, as he looked puzzled.

"Don't forget that you told her one of the worst pick-up lines before she fainted." James piped up. "That's probably why she fainted, though." He glanced over his shoulder, peaking at Remus.

"I usually have that effect, brown eyes." Sirius said coolly, adding a cheesy smile.

Hermione wrinkled her nose, causing Remus to chuckle.

"The effect to make girls faint from his stupid lines." James smugly retorted. "And 'brown eyes'? Really Padfoot? Now you're not even trying," James grinned at his pink-cheeked friend.

"Shut up, Prongs." Sirius scowled, his cheeks turning a faint red after Remus and Lily exchanged giggles. "Besides, that's not why she fainted. Isn't that right..?" His voice trailed, seeking her name.

"Hermione." She weakly told him. It felt strange to her, but she ignored that feeling."Granger. Hermione Granger." She steadily repeated. "I'm so confused.." She murmured, leaning back into her bed, rubbing her forehead.

"So you don't know why you got there, Miss Granger?" Madam Pomfrey politely asked, ignoring Sirius and James bickers. "Ahem," she growled as Sirius whacked James backside. Both boys immediately stopped, as Madam Pomfrey scowled at them. "Not a single clue?" She said sweetly, turning back to Hermione.

"No." She said, looking down. The lie left a bitter taste in her mouth. Technically, she didn't know how she got here. The time turner screwed up, but she didn't know why or how she got there. She had no clue as to what went wrong with the time turner.

"I'll have a talk with Professor Dumbledore, sweetheart." She said. "Do want water, dear?" She thrust water forward, a small smile on her face. The water splashed in the glass cup. A single drop of water bounced of her forehead. The politeness Madam Pomfrey exhibited, eerily reminded her of Mrs. Weasley.

"No thank you, Mada-," She stopped herself before she could say 'Madam Pomfrey. She wasn't supposed to know any of this, or was she? She scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. She figured she looked like some dumb girl while doing so. It certainly didn't help that her mouth was hanging up.

"Madam Pomfrey." She breathed impatiently, looking at all five students with a questioning brow raised. "I'm going to call Professor Dumbledore. In the meantime," she glared at them, more directly to Sirius. "You four, keep her company." She instructed, then headed off, her shoes clattering against the tiles.

After Madam Pomfrey left, the five of them exchanged awkward looks. The room was silent, until Sirius spoke. "If I may just break the tension," said a preppy Sirius, "who are you?" His tone was lingering as he leaned forward while raising a brow at Hermione.

She felt her cheeks become pink. It embarrassed her, to have the other four leaning in and curiously watching her, as if she was a lion on display. She looked at them with displeasure, but they ignored her. Everyone's look shouted 'speak'.

"I told you." She groaned weakly. "I'm Hermione Granger. I-I don't know how I got here, or why I'm here." She took in a deep breath, hoping they wouldn't ask anything else. I sound like an idiot, don't I, she thought.

"Well thanks for that tidbit," James bitterly growled, running a hand through his hair out of agitation.. "Seriously, who are you?" He asked, his arms folded as he took a cautious step towards her, his eyes narrowing down on her.

"You can trust us," added Lily, glaring at James. He surrendered, mouthing the word 'sorry' to her, looking sincere.

Hermione took in a deep breath in, as Remus and Lily showed both eager and calming looks. It took a few moments for James and Sirius to realize that she'd only speak if they calmed down as well. James and Sirius relaxed, causing the entire story to spill out out of her before she could react.

"It was only twenty seconds," she concluded with a large sob. "Twenty seconds. Not twenty years." Hermione looked up at them, her eyes watering again. It was just so weird, seeing them. The four didn't know their future, they didn't know what they were in for. She sniffed, the thought making the tears cascade down her cheek faster.

Remus was the first one to speak. "Wow," he mumbled, his eyes on hers. "Did anyone ever mention that something like this could happen to you, Hermione?" His voice was gentle, which soothed her.

"No!" She cried. "No one ever mentioned this would happen to me." The tears flooded down her cheeks before she could contain herself. She saw small water stains on her shirt, but didn't care.

She felt someone touch her arm. She figured it was Lily, but when she looked up she was shocked to see that it was Sirius. His thumb softly rubbed her wrist. "Hey,' he croaked. "It's going to be all right." He wrapped his arm over her shoulder. Hermione leaned in before she could think, and her cries came to a slow stop.

"Thank you," She sniffed, determined not to sound weak. "I usually don't cry in front of strangers," she mumbled, looking down. She didn't want to sound desperate, she wanted to sound fierce. Hermione Jean Granger was a strong, independent woman. Not a crying, nervous, wreck.

"I usually don't wrap my arm around crying strangers." He said calmly, causing her to shakily laugh. He flashed a small, uneasy grin at her, squeezing her shoulder lightly.

Hermione looked at him dreamily, almost forgetting that the boy in front of her was Sirius Black. It felt odd, being in the presence of young Sirius Black but she didn't mind too much. Though, him flirting with her was, no denying there, unsettling. She was flattered though, no one ever gave her the attention. Then again, over the past few months she had worked on her hair. Her hair was no longer messy and bushy, but straight and neat. People had taken notice, but much to her dismay had not bothered mentioning it to her.

"I hate to break this love fest," James interjected with an amused smile in which caused Sirius to snarl. "But in case you've forgotten, Lily, Moony and I are still here. Please don't start snogging, either." He added, wrinkling his nose. "I've seen you do that more than I should've," he murmured.

"Do us a favor, and shut up Prongs." He grumbled, a faint blush crept up his cheeks. He growled at their gleeful faces, even at Hermione's.

Hermione had not felt weird at the mention of Sirius and her actually snogging, but felt alright. Sure, she didn't feel good about it but at the same time it hadn't bothered her it anyway. Not knowing whether it was a good or bad thing, she shrugged it off.

They all laughed; James tried using this opportunity to slip has arm around Lily's waist, but Lily was too fast for him. She grabbed his arm,scowled, and said, "try never, Potter." She sounded half-irritated and half-amused. But her face gave off a deadly signal, which scared the hell out of everyone. Her look practically dared him to try again.

James shot her a playful grin, raising his hands in defense. He looked as if, he were used to the glare, as if it were a morning routine." 'Ey, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do." He winked at Sirius, who gave him a grin. "Isn't that right, Evans?"

"And does that mean being an arse?" Lily retorted, crossing her arms. She looked as if she was prepared for war. James simply grinned, nothing about her distinct aura bothering him. This girl knew how to take control, and she certainly wasn't shy about it either.

Remus chuckled to himself before saying, "I think Sirius knows a bit about that, don't you Padfoot?" Remus piped up, looking proud of himself.

Everyone roared with laughter, except for Sirius. "Har har, very funny Moony.." He scowled. He stopped after seeing Hermione's gleeful smile. He returned a dry embarrassed smile, before awkwardly patting her back.

"Why did you call him Moony? And why did you call him Padfoot?" Hermione asked. Curiosity had gotten the best of her. She knew why he'd called him that, of course, but she was curious to know why they would use that nickname in front of Lily and Hermione. Wouldn't that expose the Marauders Map? Wouldn't that be a little awkward?

Of course, Hermione had to play the part as well. It would look suspicious if she hadn't questioned their nicknames to each other, right? At least that's what Hermione thought.

Remus, James, Lily and Sirius paled; the four were finding it very hard to speak. "Well, we all have nicknames, you see." Remus unsteadily began, his voice rationally calm for his pale with white face. "And mine's Moony. He's Prongs, and he's Padfoot." He pointed to James and then Sirius. "Another friend of ours, Peter, he's called Wormtail.

"Just some nicknames we've made up." Remus said forcefully, his shoulders jerked to the side. It took her a few moments to process that he was trying to shrug it off. "Not a big deal."

"Oh ... Alright." Hermione didn't dare question him, though she would've liked them to mention the Marauders Map seeing as she did just tell them about the time turner. It hurt her feelings a bit, but she wasn't upset for too long.

A pair of feet pounded against the floor, two figures appearing in the hallway. Madam Pomfrey walked into the room with a younger version of Dumbledore. Madam Pomfrey's booming voice echoed through out the room. "Miss Granger, I'd like you to meet Professor Dumbledore. Dumbledore, this is Miss Hermione Granger."

Dumbledore merely smiled. The differences between the older Dumbledore and the younger one weren't that hard to spot. The younger one simply had a shorter beard and a face, not as wrinkled as the current one. Otherwise, they looked the same. "Hello, dear." He addressed Hermione rather kindly. He then turned to face Madam Pomfrey. "Poppy, you don't mind giving us a moment do you?" His voice remained calm. Those were one of the things Hermione loved about Dumbledore; he was always calm. At least as calm as he could be.

She nodded. "But if I hear any loud noises.." She said sternly and fiercely, glaring at him.

"Then you may escort me out." His smile remained, as Madam Pomfrey left the room, slamming the door behind her. "If you four don't mind as well.." He looked back at Lily, Remus, James and Sirius. He impatiently tapped his fingers on the side of her bedside, humming under his breath to a Christmas tune.

"No." Hermione cut in. She feared that Dumbledore would look startled, but he remained calm, giving her an endearing look. "They where there wh-when it happened. I want them to stay." Her voice was strong, and she was happy it was, because he didn't dare argue with her. "It won't be a problem no,w will it?" Her voice was daring.

"Alright, Miss Granger. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to hear the story from the top please." He placed his hands in between his lap, eagerly smiling at her.

Taking in a deep breath, Hermione began telling him the entire story, making sure she didn't miss anything important. Some parts she was unsure about saying, but spoke anyway. "Then, when I tried to get up I fell down and"

"-I caught her. Twice." Sirius said smugly. "She's quite small. Not as tall as you'd expect. Not that I paid attention, of course." She shot him a deadly glare in which she always reserved for Ron, when he did or said something stupid. "Oh, sorry Hermione." He said hastily, his attention focusing back on her.

"They told me their names," she looked at Remus, Sirius, and James, "and I fainted." She did not want to tell Dumbledore that she had called James Harry. It felt a little personal doing so.

James shot her a confusing look, in which Hermione gave him a look telling him 'I'll tell you later.' He raised a brow. He then gritted his teeth, which she assumed meant 'you better, Granger'.

"And then I came here." She concluded, waiting for Dumbledore's first reaction.

"Very well then. I'm happy to say that I do in fact know what you are talking about. Time turners have the tendencies to mishap. Yours, I assume, was broken." The effect Dumbledore wanted certainly played out. Lily, Remus and James widened their eyes and Sirius laid a comforting hand on Hermione's shoulder.

She gasped at him, wanting him to continue. "Do you know what might have caused this, Professor?" She eagerly asked, leaning forward. Her mouth hung wide open, which she immediately closed.

"I'm afraid, I do not, Miss Granger." He sadly replied.

Hermione gasped so loudly that it caused Lily to jump out of her seat. "I'm such an idiot!" She cursed to herself. "I bewitched my alarm clock, I didn't use my wand so it was OK," (Lily and Remus looked impressed),"so on the first day of school I would wake up early. It must h-have.." Her voice trailed, as she frantically moved her fingers. "The alarm clock was supposed the bang up and down, and my time turner was on the nightstand as well. I must've been too tired to notice and..."

Lily gasped; Remus and James mouth's hung open, making an 'O' shape; Sirius looked intrigued as if he were watching a drama series, though he looked horrified at the same time. "Well how will you get back?" Remus croaked, his hand clutched onto his chest.

Hermione looked at Dumbledore pleadingly. "Well, Miss Granger I will have a long talk with Professor Mcgonagall." He took a pause. "I regret to inform you this, but this could take a while. It could probably take the rest of the school year to, in fact. But we will do everything we can." He gave her a wry smile. "Now, the feasts starting and I would like you five to come as soon as possible." He smiled calmly. "Mind you, what house you were in, Miss Granger?

"Gryffindor." She said proudly, a knowing smile chancing her lips as she could practically hear grins breaking out on the other four's faces.

"Excellent. Now, if anyone ask,s you were a transfer from Beauxbatons and you're here for your seventh year. Understand?"

She nodded. "I understand, professor."

Dumbledore stood up. "We'll sort out your time tables after the feast. Please come to my office around that time. You may bring your friends if you must." He raised a brow at Sirius. "Oh, please do not tell anyone else about this. It would be rather convenient to have just us six to be aware of this news."

"I won't, I promise Professor Dumbledore." She genuinely told him. After he left, she let out a deep sigh. "One year. One year in the past. How am I supposed to do this?" She groaned, shoving her hands in her face.

"You'll be fine, Hermione," Lily reassured her. "As long as you don't listen to these scrawny gits," she pointed to James and Sirius, "you'll be fine. Promise." She ended with a shaky giggle.

Hermione smiled. "Thank you, Lily." Her words were comforting. "Thank you so much." She felt at peace. She also felt a striking connection with her and Lily. They were both Muggle-born, both were outstanding students, and there was so much more, she of course, assumed. Another assumption that she made was that Lily was a Prefect. Though in fact, she could be wrong, her opinion didn't change. Lily Evans, was, and always will be, just like Hermione.

"Yes, thank you Lily," growled James. "She really needed your input." He bitterly grumbled. His lip was twitching, unsure if he should smile. He smiled, much to their shock.

"Lily just wants you to listen to this scrawny git," James said with a fake bright voice, as he pointed to Remus. He furiously glared, but James ignored him. "They're both head girl and head boy and they make me want to puke." He flashed Lily a wry grin, as she scowled, a glare forming between her brows. James simply smiled back, his eyes gazing into hers.

"Anyway," Sirius said, cautiously eyeing the duo, "you must be hungry," he turned to Hermione. She slowly nodded. "C'mon, brown eyes." He mumbled, as Hermione slowly stood up, stumbling over to him. Sirius wrapped a protective arm around her waist. She didn't mind; it felt nice. His fingers slipped carefully around the end of her waist, then locked, his index finger making swirls around her shirt. She placed her head onto his neck, feeling tired. They began walking; neither waiting for the other three.

Hermione, surprisingly, didn't find it weird. His arm fit around hers perfectly, as if it were made for Hermione. But, oh what a silly thought, it was not. Sure, he was Harry's godfather but it wasn't anything serious. He simply wrapped his arm around her, that's it. Nothing else. So, it wasn't a big deal. Right? Hermione figured she shouldn't let this thought nag her, so she didn't. Then again, it was weird. Everything was weird. Talking to Lily and James, Harry's parents! And talking to a younger Remus, how weird could it get? But, alas she couldn't do anything significant for now.

He noticed her sleepiness, and smiled to himself. "Stay with me, Granger." He teased, lightly bouncing his shoulder up causing her eyes to immediately open again.

"Shut it, Sirius." She grumbled into his ear, then placed her head back into his shoulder. Sirius didn't dare tease her again, not wanting to interrupt her interaction with his neck. He tilted his head to the side, the warmth of Hermione very pleasing.

The three gawked at them, their mouths hanging open. James raised a brow; Remus let out a small laugh in amazement; Lily gave a cautious smile as if this could be a trick by the deceiving Sirius Black.

"Looks like 'ole Padfoot's gotta crush." James said teasingly, almost loud enough for them to hear. He waited for their heads to spin back at them, hoping to see how red their cheeks would be; but they did not. Sirius and Hermione simply kept walking at the same pace, locked in each others embrace.

Lily smacked James arm, glaring at him. This surprised him; he wasn't aware of the violence beneath Lily Evans. "Don't ruin this moment for them, James." She huffed. He couldn't help but grin, as she turned her head the other way. This allowed him to casually slip an arm, again, around her waist. Carefully, he slipped his arm in between the gap of her arm and waist. Lily didn't flinch, she did notice. She did not snap at him; but simply let him. Lily sighed, fighting the urge to smile. Instead, she rested her head onto his shoulder the way Hermione did. James couldn't find the words to speak, so he stayed quiet. James couldn't stop beaming.

Remus grinned at James, in amazement and clear approval. It was the first time that Lily had called him James. And it was the first time she'd actually let him wrap an arm around his waist. It was a big moment for his friend, and he wasn't going to ruin it for him.

The five headed down to the Great Hall, in almost complete silence. They were late, but Dumbledore gave the teachers an excuse for them.

"First Padfoot and Granger, now me and Lily. I swear, Cupid's on a roll, Moony." James whispered eagerly to Remus, as they took their seats. Hermione and Sirius chatted; James, Lily and Remus sat together, leaving the two alone. James hadn't stopped beaming through out the entire walk there.

"If only Cupid could shoot me with an arrow," sighed Remus.


	3. Chapter 3: I Can't Pretend

It was an unusually windy night, the crisp air of September running through the breezy air. The cold air-filled through the school, everyone finding notice. September the first, oh what a long day it was, was a fine normal day. At least not for five students, whose day were calmly yet strangely crazy, all stuck with a secret. A very important, dangerous secret.

"How ghastly," giggled a very hyper Hermione Granger. It was a long night, and Hermione and Lily were talking about whatever came up. The conversation never got boring. Lily informed her about everything she would need to know. To Hermione's knowledge, Hogwarts was still the same. The same distinct aura was still her. The fun, enthusiastic air was still definitely here. She was so happy that it was.

Lily had shown great intrest in talking with Hermione, and she was happy so. It was a surprise how much in common both girls had. It was like they were made to be best friends, made to one day meet by a silly accident. Lily had introduced Hermione to the other seventh Gryffindor girls, telling them she was a transfer. Neither asked questions, which pleased them both.

One, named Rae, had short pink hair, tall, and had two friends in Slytherin. She was very … outgoing. That was a mild way of describing her. The second one, named Lina, had dark hair and was plump. She was shy and quiet, but could be loud and fierce. They were nice, but hadn't made much of an impression to Hermione. Now, they were sitting in their room, talking about whatever came up. Luckily, Rae and Lina were out, apparently some students from Slytherin were throwing a potluck, if you know they mean, and Rae and Lina were invited. They had the dormitary for themselves, and couldn't be happier. It was nice to get to know Lily, through out all the bizarre events she got to meet Lily. The mother of her best friend. She wondered what else they had in common.

Lily was definitely a keeper. She was so warm and trusting, she had amazing mothering skills. Putting all the awkwardness aside, she enjoyed being with Lily. She enjoyed talking to Lily, more than she would admit. Tt was easy to talk to each other, surprisingly Hermione found trust in her and even found it in her heart to tell her about something she hadn't dared tell anyone.

"Ron's a great guy! I mean he's amazing. Funny, makes me smile.." She looked for the right words. "It's just..I don't know about us." She uneasily looked down, afraid to admit something she couldn't even admit to herself. She always denied it."I always see him looking at other girls, mostly her," (she had told Lily about Lavender, and about her and Ron during the awkward sixth year where they were not on speaking terms,), "it's just, does he still like me? Am I too, oh I don't know, boring? Is that what it is?" Her chin began to tremble; Hermione was on the verge of tears. She knew she was never the prettiest girl, but she knew that looks were not everything.

Lily softly touched the hem of her hand, giving Hermione a meaningful look. "Trust me, you're not boring Hermione. You're probably the most intruiging person I've ever met. You're interesting, not boring. There's a difference."

Hermione made an unsure look, with slight discomfort. "You met me, what, two hours ago?" The words spilled out of her mouth so easily, she hadn't bothered to think and plan it out.

It wasn't in her position to ask something as rude as that to someone who just gave her a compliment, but she had to get it out of her way. She wasn't the one sticking out in a crowd, and she knew it. Sure, sometimes she would be because of headlines like 'Harry Potter, and Two Sidekicks Save The Day!'. Other than that, she was plain, unoticed. It never really bothered her, but it sometimes stung. Even with her new sleak hair, no one bothered to notice her.

Even if she were noticed, it would never be for good things. Always, the 'mudblood', the 'smart freak' and more. No one bothered to take mention of Hermione's accomplishments, always Harry's. She knew he deserved it, but, damn it, Hermione deserved some recognition too! It was about time she got what she deserved, and be first best for once.

"So?" Lily did not look offended, but looked amused. She dryly smiled. "You're amazing, Hermione. You ought to know that," she said sincerely. Lily eye's watched Hermione's, waiting for a reaction.

"Thank you," mumbled Hermione, a sheepish smile spreading from her lips. "That means a lot to me, Lily. No one's ever been that sincere to me before," she mumbled, knowing that Lily could here her. "

I'm not going to lie, Hermione," said Lily shakily, "I was a bit suspicious when you told us your story. Unsure. But honestly, you're intelligent, kind, funny, witty, and beautiful. Don't let anyone tell you, you're not worth it. Especially those pure-blood prats," she said under her breath. The dislike in her voice was clear.

Hermione let out a shaky laugh, her lower lip twitching. "Trust me, back at home the purebloods are the same. Well not all, but the typical purebloods. They think they're better, smarter, and wiser than me. There's this one bloke, his name's Draco, he always calls me mudblood. He picks at my friends and I, like it's just another day in the park. God, I wonder when they'll realize, the logic they use is about the dumbest thing ever said. Then again, if they think they're better than us, they're nuts."

Lily grinned, a laugh escaping her mouth. "He sounds like an idiot."

"He is," Hermione gleefully admitted. Before she could think, curiousity got the best of her. "You and James. What is it with you two?" She asked, her voice turning to a high pitch shrill. It felt odd, referring to Harry's father as that, but she had no other option.

Lily forced a laugh. "James? He's an annoying git, that's what it is." She said between shaky laughs. "He's obnoxious, self centered, arrogant-"

"Why, thank you love."

Both girls spun their head around. Standing before them, was a pleased looking James and a smirking Sirius, standing in front of the door. Dangling from Sirius's index finger was a blank piece of parchment. He roughly shoved it into his pocket, strolling over to the bed Hermione was sitting on. He plopped down onto the bed, not waiting for permission.

"If I may ask," Hermione began dully, "why are two prats, such as yourselves, here?" She asked, smirking at the sight of their distraught looks. Lily giggled, cautiously watching the boys with careful glances. It looked as if she was confused of whether to laugh or not.

James opened his mouth to speak, but Sirius cut him off. "Well, dear, seeing as we wanted to see you two lovely ladies," (Lily grumbled at this, crossing her arms in rage), "we decided, why not? And we came here." His voice was unnaturaly bright, which irratated Hermione. James barked out a laugh, looking absolutely delighted at their looks. He immediately stopped, after seeing both Hermione and Lily glare.

"Do us both a favor," Lily said strongly, "and leave. Just leave. Don't bother coming back in," she said coldly. Hermione raised a brow, shocked that she would say something so cruelly. Sirius looked rather amused, but James looked almost upset.

"C'mon Evans, you don't mean that," said an uneased James. "You weren't saying that when I wrapped my arm around you." Lily furiously grumbled something, hiding a smile. James did not seem to notice this.

Lily took a second or so to find the right words, then began. "Maybe because you guys weren't complete arses at that time. But things change, hon." She simpered, her tone was playfully mean. She had a tiny grin on her face, letting him know that she wasn't being serious. He looked relieved, heaving out a huge sigh.

"She's right," piped up Sirius. He turned to Hermione. He took in a deep breath, finding the energy to speak as if it were something important. "I was thinking.." Hermione peered over to see James and Lily, while Sirius was still speaking. They were having their own conversation. James mumbled something to her, and she broke out into a huge grin.

"What d'ya say, brown eyes?" Ended a smiling Sirius. He looked at Hermione with twinkling eyes. Something about him suddenly changed. He looked hopeful, determined. She did not know what changed, but didn't care. It was if he wasn't that sadistic, notorious player that he came off as, but a sweet, witty, clever fellow who actually liked Hermione Granger for who she was.

"Er.." Hermione did not know what to say; she didn't even know what he had said. She didn't want to sound rude, or thoughtless by saying she hadn't been listening to him. She would've listened, but her attention was elsewhere.

"C'mon, Granger." He persisted, his fingers trailing over to hers. "All you have to do is sit with me during Potions. Is that too hard? Will you need Evans over there, or will you be fine?" He teased, a finger clawing at the opening of her palm.

Hermione let out a relieved sigh, her hand clutching her chest. She slyly smiled, flattered he'd ask. She held two fingers up to her head, pretending to think. After a moment of pure turture for poor old Sirius, she spoke, "sure. I'll sit with you. Just don't be a git while you do so."

Sirius grinned, his eyes darting to James and Lily. Both were laughing. Lily reached for James hand, who instantly grabbed her hand in happiness and shock.

"Damn. Prongs is getting it tonight," said a taken back Sirius, still watching the pair in amazement.

"What's with it with James and Lily?" She pondered aloud. "Bickering in the hospital wing, then laughing and holding hands here? You're his best mate, you should know, right?" She was truly curious, she wanted to know why. Unsure of whether or not the question was too personal, she blinked at Sirius.

"To be honest, I don't know." He sighed. "Well, Prongs over there chased Lily around since third year. Lily used to ignore him. She hated his guts. Cold remarks, screaming and shouting at him, even hexed him once.

"Anyway, Lily hated him. But, around the end of sixth year.. I dunno. She hasn't been annoyed by him as much. I think," he said in a whisper, "she came to the compartment today was to see James. But alas, it's a guess. But I bet you ten Galleons Lily's starting to like him. I can just tell, he's growing on her. And she's not too keen in hiding it. I saw her staring at Prongs today, and her eyes were filled with lust. What d'you think, 'Mione?"

"First of all," groaned Hermione through gritted teeth, "do not call me 'Mione. Second of all, I have to agree with you, Sirius. I think she's in denial. She's trying to process the fact that James-annoying-Potter could actually be someone she was fond of. Then she might be feeling confused, as to why all of a sudden she liked him. What's changed? Then she'll feel all warm inside, thinking about how he makes her laugh and how he she makes him smile everytime she speaks. It's all overwhelming for her. Just give her some time; she'll deal with it when she's ready."

"I guess so 'Mione," Sirius sighed. He had forgotten that she didn't like being called 'Mione', causing her to glare at him. "What? Don't blame me. The name is catchy. 'Mione. Get used to it, brown eyes." He said calmly.

"You are impossible, Sirius Black." Hermione shook her head, looking down so she could hide her smile.

"I try, I try." He grinned back, lacing their fingers together. They both remained quiet for a moment, the giggles of Lily and James echoing in the room.

After a moment, Sirius leaned back into the bed. He crashed onto the bed, moaning in comfort. His head caused the pillow to make a triangular shaped curve. He shut his eyes for a moment.

Hermione leaned back into the bed aswell, moaning in comfort. Her back ached. Sirius took notice too; he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "D'ya mind?" He asked politely, giving her a concerned look.

"Not at all," she managed, looking very flustered. She shut her eyes for a moment, feeling tired. It was still September the first, and they had their first day of school tomorrow. She was tired but didn't want Sirius to leave. Having him there, though he weren't allowed, was a thrill. She knew that Lily enjoyed having them come over, and was happy about that too.

Desperate to change the topic, she said rather brightly, "How on earth did you manage to come here?" Hermione leaned forward, a mischievous smile forming from her lips.

"We knew a way here." He murmured, not properly answering her question. It was a clear lie; Hermione didn't need him to tell her that. The map of course, the ruddy map was how they'd manage to come through. It was interesting seeing them lie, though. At least to Hermione anyway."You tired, brown eyes?" He turned his head to face heres.

She rubbed her eyes, fighting the urge to yawn. "Shush." She hissed, a yawn escaping from her mouth.

"So you are tired. You don't have to lie to me, Granger. I can see right through you."

"Please," she scoffed. He raised a brow. "Fine then. If you can see past me, than what am I feeling right now?" She knew he wouldn't be able to decipher her feelings, but it'd be fun to see him try.

"Fine." It took him a few moments. "You feel weird. You can't believe this is happening, but at the same time you find this strangely fun. You've met some alright people, and you don't really mind this place much. Am I right?" He eagerly asked, grinning at her.

Hermione's cheek turned into a flattering red. "Shut up, Sirius," she grumbled, an amused smile planted on her face. Sirius couldn't help but adore her cute red cheeks. When she was flustered, he thought it was the cutest thing.

"'Aye aye captain." Sirius weakly raised his hands in defence, grinning down at her. "Hermione?" The tone in his voice changed, scaring her a little. "Are you, worried about tomorrow? I mean, starting school in the past and what not. D'you think it'll be hard?" He looked down. "'Cause you"ll be fine, 'Mione. You'll be alright," he slurred, his voice quieting down.

"I know I will, Sirius. I know." She wondered whether she'd truly be able to get back to her time. Would she? What if she were stuck in this time, forever? If I were, thought a hazy Hermione. I'd want Sirius with me...

"Night, 'Mione," mumbled Sirius, shutting his eyes, his arm still around her.

"Night, Sirius."


	4. Chapter 4: Fitting In

Hermione groaned, the light beaming in her eyes. She stiffly yawned, stretching her arms out. For a moment, she forgot where she was. For a moment, she forgot that she was twenty years in the past. And then it dawned on her. With a slight frown, she rubbed her puffy eyes. It was the first day of school, and she couldn't be anymore nervous than she already was. What if no one believed her? What if someone suspected her? What if she wasn't believable enough? Oh god, she thought. What if I make a fool of myself?

She scratched the back of her neck, smiling to herself. She had just remembered Sirius and James' little visit from last night. Hermione enjoyed talking to him, and she knew that Lily, though she wouldn't admit it, liked talking to him aswell. She could be herself while talking to him, and he wouldn't mind. While in her time, Hermione never really thought much of Sirius. He was rebellious, funny and he always seemed to care about Harry a lot; Hermione couldn't help but admire that about him. He made a great godfather.

She hadn't really expected what James would be like. All she really knew about him was that he was Harry's father, and many people adored him. But as she met him, he seemed … nice. He was funny, that's for sure, he was as wreckless as Sirius, and he seemed not to care about much. She hadn't gotten around to actually having a proper conversation with him, but she knew one would strike up eventually.

Although, she still had several questions. Why were they not with Peter? Where was Peter? Hate boiled up in her, knowing what scum she would have to meet. One part of her wanted to tell them about Peter, all the lies he was bound to tell, but another important part of her knew she would mess things up really badly if she did. Hermione wouldn't mess things up.

She also wondered where Remus was. Of course, being the head boy he wouldn't agree to such a thing. But, why would he let James and Sirius actually do such a thing? Why would he let them break the rules? What had gotten into him? Knowing Remus, he would never let Harry do such a thing. What on earth made a difference with those two, Sirius and James?

Ignoring her thoughts, she walked out of bed. Strolling over to Lily's bed, she noticed her face was deep in the pillow. Groaning, she shook her backside. "Wake up, you lazy prat," she whined, still shaking her.

"I'll get up … I'll get up …" Lily murmured, turning around. Her red hair was sprawled over the pillow. Her arms spread across the bed, one almost hitting Hermione in the face. "One minute … one minute …"

Not having the time to yell at her to get up, she sauntered over to the bathroom and began getting ready. Infront of her, was a puffy eyed, tangled and busy haired witch with a slouching figure. Taking in a deep breath, she picked up her tooth brush and squeezed the toothpaste packet onto the tooth brush.

It took Hermione about ten minutes to actually wake up. Whenever she woke up, she would be extremely tired and would not be able to do much. After she attacked her hair with a wet comb, she washed her face several times, truly waking her. Now, with her new cloak and wand, her timetable in one hand and her books in the other. She impatiently placed one hand on her hip, ignoring the clattering footsteps made by Lily. "Lily Evans, we have Charms in twenty minutes. That means we have twenty minutes, to eat, get to the Great Hall, get to Charms and get you dressed. If you don't come out here in the next five minutes, I will haul your arse there myself! I am not going there without you!" She cried, half-amused and half-irritated.

After a moment or so, Lily walked out of the bathroom and faced Hermione. Her combed red hair was in a neat pony tail, she had new cloak on, and she carried all of her books in one hand and her timetable in the other. Her eyes were no longer puffy, but had a nice, brightful gleam to it. "Honestly, how do you think I get by, Hermione? If I never got up, I would never be top in my class. Now c'mon, I'm starving." She grinned, then walked over to Hermione and linked their arms together. They both began walking to the Great Hall.

Hermione was beaming. She had never felt so close to someone. Well, she obviously was close to Harry and Ron, but she was never close to any girl before. Even before Hogwarts, she never fit in. She always felt different course she was different, she was a witch for crying out loud, but there was more to that. She'd always be that weird girl who, 'liked studying', and who 'loved the library, but hated recess'. Her mum always told her she was special in that way. Hermione liked to think that too. She was smart, a worthy intellect. No one else was like her. Brightest witch of her age, they called her.

Taking in a deep breath, they both embarked into the Great Hall. Both girls definitely noticed the stares, it was hard not to. Lily spotted their table, and hurried to get there, grabbing Hermione's wrist.

"Who's she?"

"Blech. Her hair is a mess, straight at first, then gets curly. What the bloody hell was she thinking? I hate her already."

"Why's she with Evans?"

"She looks like she's going to throw up. Hopefully she'll do it on a teacher. Now that would be interesting."

Lily spun around, a tiny glare forming between her brows. "Honestly, you people think you're so slick. Who do you think you are? D'you think you can say and do whatever you want? Well you can't! If you have something to say, have the guts to say it to her! Don't be a wimp and say it behind her back! I don't care if you're entitled to your opinion, because you should be smart enough to keep it to yourself," she snarled, grumpily walking to their table and sitting down.

At a sudden loss for words, Hermione followed. She sat next to Lily, a huge smile on her face. "You, Lily Evans, are great. You are amazing! I don't know what I would do without you. I'm so glad I have you as a friend." She looked at Lily, appreciation in her eyes.

Lily blushed, her cheeks becoming pink. "Thank you, Hermione. It's just, it's just.." Her eyes darted to the Slytherin table. "I hate people, who think they can say whatever they want, do whatever. They act so selfish, and it makes me sick." Her eyes filled with hate, as she attacked the scrambled eggs she'd placed on her plate, with a fork.

Hermione glanced over her shoulder, looking at the same place that Lily had. She spotted a boy. The boy looked down at his plate, while two boys, one on each side of him, talked. He said one or two words, making occasional glances at the Gryffindor table. He just so happened to look where they were sitting. He had pale skin, his eyes were dark black, he had shoulder length, greasy hair and a slightly crooked nose. Almost choking on her bread, she realized the boy there, was Severus Snape. Hermione looked back at Snape then to Lily, as she shoved pieces of the egg into her mouth.

"Do you know th-that boy?" Her gaze made it clear that Hermione was talking about Snape. She looked at Lily, trying to remain calm. As calm as she could be in this situation.

Swallowing the last bite of her egg, Lily let out a mirthless laugh. "Snivellus? That greasy, slime ball of a git? Sadly, I had the misfortune of meeting him." She said darkly. For a moment, her eyes filled with longing. That look completely vanished, as a single tear formed in her eye.

"Well," unsteadily began Hermione. "Yes. Is, is something wrong Lily?" She touched the back of her arm. "You can tell me. Even though I met you yesterday, I know you. You are a warm wouldn't call, call him something like that."

Tears flooded down her cheek, Lily using the sleeve of her cloak to wipe them off. "He, Severus, used to be my friend. He was my best friend. But then, he called me a … mudblood." She looked down, clear remorse shown in her eyes. "He's a good person, he is. But, most people don't think so. By most people, I mean James and Sirius. They came up with the name 'Snivellus'. It's just … His lot. He hangs with some of the worst wizards I know, but he thinks they're alright. I don't talk to him anymore." She said in a small voice.

"Lily. You are amazing. You are a kind, warm, loving, caring, smart, wise, intelligent and witty witch. Yesterday, I was in a horrible state. Somehow, you made me feel better. You just have this, sort of glow. You can find the best in someone, and ignore their worst. If he, Severus, can't see that than he isn't worth a single second from you. I know it was hard, but I'm proud that you don't talk to him anymore. You are so strong, Lily."

Lily smiled, her eyes filled with tears. Not sad tears, but tears of joy. She wiped them with her sleeve, her smile etched upon her face. "Tha-that's one of the nicest things someone's said to me. No one's ever been so nice, well maybe James but.." She tilted her head, scrunching her brows.

Hermione deviously grinned. "James? Oh Lily …" She trailed, still grinning. "He likes you! Doesn't he?" After seeing her red cheeks, and small awkward smile she couldn't help but chant, "James likes you, James likes you."

"Well obviously. You'd have to be an idiot not to notice, 'Mione."

With a feeling of deja vu, both girls spun their heads around only to face, Sirius. His ratty cloak gleamed in the light. He held his books in one arm, and an already ripped timetable in the other. He strutted over to the bench, and took a seat next to Hermione.

"How are you two lovely ladies doing?"

"We're fine. Could be better without you, but we're fine." Hermione said coolly. Lily chuckled, her hand running up to her mouth.

Sirius gritted his teeth, a tiny glare forming between his brows.

"Relax, Sirius. Can't take a joke?" She said teasingly, playfully raising a brow. She felt surprised that she could act so playful, so teasing to him. Hermione couldn't help but like the fact that none of them held back their own personality in front of her. It made her feel back home, and if something could make her feel home than she was happy.

Sirius mirthlessly chuckled. "Oh darling, you truly don't know me." Sirius smirked, popping a sausage into his mouth. He grossly chewed on it, causing Hermione and Lily to look away in disgust.

"You, Sirius, are a pig." Hermione distastefully wrinkled her nose, taking a swig of orange juice. "Honestly, do you have any manners? Were you raised in a barn?" She shook her head, scratching the back of her head. Boys, she thought.

"I might as well have, with my parents, 'pure-blood' crap and their snobby attitude. They're vindictive, cold-hearted pigs." Sirius said bitterly.

There was a pause. "Hey, Sirius, where's James and Remus?" Lily said unsteadily, relief washing over her for breaking the long tension placed among the group. Her brows furrowed worriedly.

Hermione widened her eyes. Only now, had she realized that they were not here. Was something wrong? Was someone … hurt? Her head might have hurt from all of the questions she could've asked, but she focused her mind on Sirius.

Sirius paled. "Er, well. This morning, we sorta panicked. I mean, Wo-" Sirius caught himself. "Peter's been gone for a day. We don't know where he's been, or what's going on. We do-don't know if he's hurt or not. So, James and Remus went to go see Dumbledore. Or who'll ever see 'em. I mean, he's probably fine. But it's just to know if he's alright …" Sirius croaked.

Lily reached out for his hand. "Sirius. He'll be fine. Peter's probably missed the train, or something. You know him. What kind of mess would Peter actually get himself into? He's as about as harmful as a rat. What harm could he have gotten himself into?" She reassuringly smiled.

Hermione almost bitterly laughed, but caught herself. Harmful as a rat, she thought, the joke playing itself.

The color in Sirius' face returned, as he chuckled at her choice of words. "Thanks, Lily." He mumbled, his cheeks pink. "Peter won't be in trouble," he murmured. "Peter's ah, a friend of ours, Hermione." Sirius added, thinking she might've been confused.

"Yeah," unusually chirped Hermione. "I think Remus mentioned him in the Hospital Wing. W-Wormtail was it?" Though she knew all of this, she had sounded quite convincing.

There was another pause. The three took this moment to eat and drink. Sirius shoved an egg into his mouth; Lily took a sip of warm milk; Hermione finished the last bite of her bread. This continued for a minute or so.

"What d'you guys go' nex'?" Sirius piped up. "I have," he grabbed his timetable, scanning through it. "I got Charms." He looked at them with clear interest.

Lily flashed Hermione an amused smile before saying, "Hermione and I've got Charms as well."

Sirius' cheeks turned pink as he hid a huge smile. "Great. Really great." He hid his face, but out of the corner of Hermione's eyes, she saw part of his lip, curled into a grin.

He mumbled something to himself, but the only words Hermione could make out were 'yes' and 'Hermione'. She could feel her cheeks reddening. She didn't know why, but she felt a rush of giddiness in her stomach. The same rush she felt when Sirius and James visited them last night. She pushed those feelings aside, seeing as even thinking about something like that was weird on every level.

"Why so happy, Sirius? I know we're back, but don't get wet from excitement."

"Please don't, I, at least I plan on, am going to eat."

Standing behind the three, were the grinning James and the laughing Remus. James took a seat next to Lily, who was giggling. Her eyes gleamed by the single sight of James. He smiled at her, his eyes widening with shock.

"Shut up, James. Please, do the world a favor and stop talking," Sirius scowled, turning around to face them. "Honestly." He mumbled, with a small smile. "Anyways, what'd they say? Is Peter alright? Is he hurt?" The change in tone was quite startling.

"Peter," began Remus, "is fine." They all let out deep sighs. "He has some family stuff he had to deal with. It wasn't a big deal. We actually got to say hi to him. Little bloke almost screamed when he saw us." Remus chuckled, followed by a laugh.

"At least he wasn't dumb enough to miss the train," grinned James. "Then again, I could imagine him actually doing that …"

They all roared with laughter. Even Hermione let out a chuckle.

"So when's he coming back, then?" Sirius asked, turning his body sideways, his legs facing the other way. "Did they tell you?"

"He's coming back tomorrow," said Remus, as he took a large apple and bit a giant piece of it. "Tomorrow night, I suppose." He murmured between bites.

"What is it with you boys, and eating? Do you have any manners what so ever?" Hermione impatiently asked, scrunching her nose up in disgust. "Is it just a boy thing to eat like a pig?"

Remus swallowed. "Sorry 'Mione." Hermione shot him a deadly glare.

"Sorry, Hermione, but if Sirius can call you 'Mione and not get glared at, then why can't we?" James said, with an amused smile. "Yeah, I do wonder why 'ole Sirius can call you whatever he wants, but if we call you 'Mione, you act like we've just murdered your cat."

"Are you kidding?" Hermione scoffed. "Sirius does not get to call me 'Mione. None of you do!" She frantically cried, sighing. "Boys. Might be some of the biggest idiots in the world."

"You've got that right," smirked Lily. "We have less then five minutes to get to Charms, yes Hermione even James and Remus have it with us, don't be so surprised. Now believe it or not," she eyed James, "I actually care whether your lot are late or not, so get off your arse! Now, me and Hermione are going." She swiftly turned around, as Hermione scampered behind her.

Sirius about to stand up, but sat back down after noticing James and Remus still seated, both still eating. He wrinkled his brows. "What are you two gits doing? Ickle Remus wants to be late?"

Remus, who had clearly noticed, widened his eyes in distaste. He scowled, causing Sirius to chuckle. "Shu' up, James," he managed, as James snorted with laughter. He glared at the sight of his two friends who roared with laughter.

"Yes, how threatening." Sirius glanced sideways at Lily and Hermione, both close to leaving The Great Hall. "Hmm," he mumbled, his brows furrowing. He anxiously tapped his fingers against the table, slightly biting his lower lip. He watched, fighting the urge to jump out of his seat and run towards them.

"Oh, just go," snapped Remus, annoyed with his friend's lack of hiding emotion. "Me and James will finish and we'll meet up with you guys." He said calmly, leaning back in his seat. "Just leave now, before they go." He said swiftly, before picking up a cup of orange juice wolfing it down his mouth.

"Thanks mate," Sirius said quickly, he picked up his books, then ran off. After a moment, he was near both of them. "See, Lily? Told ya I wouldn't be late." He grinned, as both girls glanced over their shoulders and waited impatiently for him.

Lily raised a brow at Hermione, whose cheeks were faintly pink. Avoiding the clear and obvious tease, he turned to Sirius. "What changed your mind, Sirius?" She asked with a grin. Lily couldn't avoid smiling, the situation was too good.

"Oh," said a taken back Sirius. He knew, rather figured, Hermione was clueless; but seeing as he's known Lily for so long, he knew her. She always hated when he slept with a girl, just for the quick shag. Sirius was bound to fight the right girl, but until so, he'd be fine with a shag. Lily, on the other hand, didn't approve. She wanted him to settle down, but Sirius knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. With a half-glance at Hermione, he shrugged. Maybe soon. He noticed Lily's waiting look, and realized she was expecting an answer. "Those two prats were taking too long, so I decided, why not? I'll come with you too," he said with a shrug. He was used to faking things, like a smile or a frown, so it was easy for him to shrug it off.

Lily narrowed her eyes, her aura sensing danger. Her suspicion simply grew, but she lowered her guards. "Alright," she said cautiously,"Then." There was a moment filled with silence, uncomfortable shifts of movement the only piece of contact.

"Anyway," began Hermione unsteadily, "I just …" She glanced at Lily, then back at Sirius. Without asking what was going on, she blinked. Her stomach felt empty, she felt uneasy butterflies. Panic washed over her, as she took in a deep breath. "I'm so nervous. What if someone doesn't believe me? What do I do? I can't, I just can't, risk it if someone finds out! Do you think the teachers now? Do you think Dumbledore told them about me? Or not? How will the teachers react to me? Will they hate me?" She said this really quickly.

Sirius heaved out of a large breath, straightening his back as if he were giving a speech."Hermione," said Sirius softly, "calm down. You'll be fine. Everyone'll believe you, I promise. And if they don't, well, Obliviate never hurt anyone now did it?" He asked, a grin spreading from his lips. Hermione chuckled, wiping a tear from her sleeve. "You'll be alright, we'll help you. Isn't that right, Lily?" He looked up at Lily, a pleading sparkle gleaming from his eyes.

Lily look astonished, smiling in amazement before she could help herself. "Yes," she answered automatically, sweetly smiling to Hermione. "Seriously," she said half-heartedly, "I know that you'll be fine. Better than fine. Fantastic, amazing, magnificent … The list goes on. Just, take in a deep breath. Professor Filtwick is a great teacher, you'll love him. He came in our fifth year, he's my favorite."

Hermione's cheeks became pink, as she grinned. Filtwick, in her opinion, was a great teacher. She felt a new burst of confidence knowing at least one familiar face, though they wouldn't recognize her, was here. He was always so nice to everyone, never cruel to a single student. Unlike some people, she bitterly thought, feeling a twinge of remorse. "Filtwick still teaches, actually," she murmured awkwardly. "I like him, though," she hastily added.

Sirius clutched his chest with his hand, sighing in relief. "Good." He said firmly, as the three picked up their pace, walking a little faster. He did not explain what was so 'good', but simply continued walking as if nothing were wrong.

Hermione furrowed her brows. Her confusion was clear in her face, it would be hard not to notice.

Lily smirked, leaning into her to whisper into her ear. Barely cracking her mouth open Lily whispered, "Filtwick is one of his favorite teachers." Lily looked at Sirius, who was now swaggering next to them, then back to Hermione. "I don't know why he takes it so seriously, though. All it is, is a teacher, ridiculous …"

They walked in silence for the next few minutes. Hermione kept her eyes focused infront her, avoiding Sirius' eye contact. Her cheeks would redden the moment she laid eyes on him. For some reason, she was highly flattered when Lily assumed, rather briefly mentioned, Sirius having a subtle liking towards her. Not that she liked him or anything.

But did she? Though she wouldn't admit anything, she would think about that in the strangest times. How Sirius acted kinder towards her, always made more effort to talk to her. Was it just to be polite? Or was there a hidden meaning?

Sirius, no doubt having his flaws, was a great man. Hermione, having her fair share of doubts, always thought highly of him. Sure, he could be reckless and immature but at the same time he could be caring and stern when he needed to. He was fun, and was a bright spirit. Sirius was complex at the same time too. Just a few minutes ago, the spirit drowned from him as a second went by. Something about him attracted Hermione towards him.

Was it strange, having a familiar sense of liking towards Sirius? He was, oh, thirty-six in her actual time. She was sixteen, and only a year away from being of age. By the time she'd return to her time, chances were she'd reach the age. Her birthday _was _in a few days, so they wouldn't be breaking any laws.

A force in Hermione told her to take a pause. Breaking any laws? She was thinking in a completely different territory. Who said she even liked him? Maybe, just maybe, a small part of her liked him. But them really dating in her time? She imagined what her friends would say. Ron would have an absolute fit, raging on about how strange it would be. Harry would certainly be startled but he would soon realize to ease down to the thought, still feeling rather oblivious to the thought of his godfather and his best friend.

Hermione glanced at Sirius, his eyes fixed on Lily. They were discreetly chatting, both exchanging smiles and longing chuckles. His dark hair was messy, and his smile, his nice and relaxing smile, was as bright as could be. He looked truly happy. And if anything, Hermione felt deeply sad. Just remembering that this boy, would one day be the man in Azkaban for a supposed crime he didn't commit.

Lily, upon taking notice of Hermione's clear sight of them, apologetically smiled. "Sorry Hermione," Lily chuckled while saying so, pushing a lock of her red hair behind her ear. "Were we boring you?"

Sirius looked guilty, as he pushed his upper and lower lip together, his eyes looking pleading. His mouth was slightly hanging open, her every breath catching his ears. He gently tapped his fingers against the back of his text book, a subtle yet nervous smile spreading from his lips.

"Actually, I wasn't really paying attention," Hermione declared broodingly. "I guess I was lost in my own thoughts." She shrugged. "I was actually thinking about a friend of mine, er, his name's Harry. Nice fellow, really …" She felt uncomfortable even saying the name out loud. It felt odd; mentioning Harry, when they didn't even know him. All they were to him right now was some bloke who Hermione knew; when in reality Harry was James and Lily's son, and Sirius' god child. She felt her heart beat increase, a nervous feeling swirling through her stomach. It was fascinating, while scary at the same moment.

Sirius slightly brightened at the sound of her voice. Lowering his chin, he muttered, "So, that's why you called James, Harry. Well, not really why, but .." He looked puzzled, his expression daring to ask questions. He opened his mouth to speak, but abruptly closed it, having a new change of mind. With a shrug, he dropped the subject, abruptly stopping.

Hermione spun her head around, spotting the Charm's classroom. Students were filling up the room, some giving Hermione a double glance but on the most, simply ignored her. It wasn't until Sirius spoke, that Hermione noticed what they were all looking at.

"Well, look who it is. Snivellus," Sirius distastefully sneered. "I haven't seen you in a long time. I reckon you're still as greasy, though. I can see, your hair looks dirtier than I last remember. Still mortified at the thought of a proper shower? God, I could smell your hair from the Great Hall." He grinned.

Snape glanced at Lily, before scowling at Sirius. His face looked calm; his eyes were flooded with anger. To everyone's surprise, he chuckled. "I wonder, old friend, how on earth you manage to speak without thinking? Having a big mouth without any wits? Honestly, a five year old could do better than that. Seeing as you're as immature as one, I am not surprised."

Sirius' grin faded. He crossed his arms. "Maturity is among an essence, my dear friend. I wonder, indeed, how anyone can bear to stand in the same room as you. You're as stiff as cardboard. You're not smart, you're not funny, and you're the most boring person I've ever laid eyes on. I'm surprised that you don't have your fair share of admirers." He gestured to the squealing girls, giggling at ogling Sirius. "Actually, I'm not surprised either."

Laughter filled the hallway, everyone giggling or snorting with laughter. Lily even found the courage to chuckle, though she avoided catching Snape's eye. Even Hermione, not supposed to know much, was finding it very hard not to laugh.

Snape, upon looking furious, opened his mouth to retort. A sly smile curled at the end of his lips, noticing the giggling Hermione. "Why, who is this? Surely, you do not go to Hogwarts, I would've noticed a beautiful woman such as yourself among this crowd. Surely, you aren't

Hermione, taking clear notice, roughly grabbed Sirius' arms and quickly made their way into the class room. "Wha' are you doing, 'Mione?" He managed, between chortles of laughter.

"Saving your arse, that's what," she grumbled. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw a flash of red hair belonging to Lily. She looked shocked, but immediately followed in the fear of having to speak to Snape, alone.

She avoided looking at the small crowd of students. Unaware of whether they were noticing Hermione, she sped off, spotting a free row. "Over here," she hastily hissed to Lily and Sirius, quickly walking. Reaching the row, she shimmied her way down to the second to last seat.

"I'm not sitting in the corner," she hissed, when Lily gave her a questioning look. "They're going to stare, I know it. It'll be more comforting have the two of you on both of sides." She stated, crossing her arms. Hermione dropped her books onto her desk, sitting down on the wooden chair.

"So, what now?" Hermione asked politely, feeling rather impatient. She was ready, prepared, for the day. Whether it seemed like it or not, Hermione Granger was going to have an amazing seventh year, whether she had spent it twenty years in the past or not.

"We wait," Sirius said, before grinning to Hermione.

It won't be a bad year, either, Hermione thought with a grin.


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Harry Potter, Humor, Hurt-Comfort