Prologue

Her heart was drumming loudly against her chest as she fell to her knees, trying to gather the fine sand that was spread all over the stone floor, glittering in the dim light that the torches emitted. Her time-turner was also lying on the floor, the gold glowing softly as a low humming sound echoed against the walls in the room.

As she was trying to fix the broken artifact, a piece of glass accidently sliced her finger, and a hiss escaped her mouth as a red line appeared on her skin, a small drop of blood dripping from the wound, and onto the mess of glass and sand.

The humming suddenly got louder, and fear coursed through her body when she couldn't move from the spot, no matter how much she tried.

The glow around the time-turner got stronger as the seconds ticked by, but when nothing seemed to happen her fear subdued, and she reached for her wand, but before she could wrap her small hand around it, the golden chain that was still around her neck prolonged, and started to wrap itself around her body, and a scream escaped her lips before she was lurched forward into a swirl of colors, making her go dizzy the faster she was twirled around in the strange vacuum that she'd been thrown into.

But as soon as it had happened, it stopped and she was still on the ground at the exact same spot as before, the only difference being that there was nothing on the floor beneath her, except for the stone floor.

She slowly rose, swaying slightly before reigning control of her body. She walked over to the floor, and cautiously put her hand on the doorknob, turning it slightly before opening the door. But when she tried to step through, an invisible source held her back, and she fell on her bum, and a cry of pain escaped her lips before she stood up again, massaging the sour spot.

As she made a beeline for the door again, she was thrown back against the wall, and she bit her lip to keep any sound from escaping her mouth, but a whimper still managed to get through and tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as she slumped against the wall, feeling too exhausted to keep herself standing.

A lone tear slid down her pale cheek as she stared off into space, her mind blank for the first time for as long as she could remember.

"Where am I?"

As if someone had heard her, numbers and letter appeared in thin air, and she squinted with her eyes to see what they were spelling. As they stopped moving, and hovered slightly above her, shock and disbelief marred her features. What the bloody hell is this? This got to be a joke. A really bad one at that.

'Welcome to 1978. I hope you enjoy your stay.'

This certainly isn't my day.

And with that, she blacked out, not even noticing the pair of grey eyes that surveyed her through the door, curiosity and suspicion clear swirling in the depth of those glinting orbs.

A/N: I've wanted to write a Sirius/Hermione for quite some time, but have never really known how to start, but then I came up with the idea of writing a Time-Traveling fic, but it will have a twist to it, so that it won't be like so many other fiction stories out there.

I really hope you like it, and I fervently hope that I won't abandon this story like I've done with so many others, because I want to for once finish a story.

Tell me what you think, is it good or bad?