The war was over, and Hermione had returned for her seventh year. Hermione had returned by herself, for Harry and Ron had found jobs as aurors. Hermione also wanted an excuse to get away from Ron, who had broken up with her. So Hermione sat in her beloved library at Hogwarts, as usual. She played with her wand in her right hand, while flipping the pages in a book about Time Turners.

In 1970-1980, there were time turners that were made of white gold. Instead of taking you back in time, they took you forward, but for only limited amounts of time. The exact amount of time is undetermined.

Hermione was fascinated. The book had everything she had ever wondered about time. It explained what would happen if you made one small mistake, and what wouldn't happen if you thought you were doing something huge. Hermione was about to close the book to check it out, but she caught hold of a small word at the bottom of page 184. It was hand written. Hermione opened the book a bit wider to look at the word correctly. It read Allotment. Hermione had memories of Harry trying out spells from a book, and how disastrous it had been. Hermione was about to vanish the word, until her curiosity got the best of her. She picked up her wand slowly, and whispered the word, Allotment in her head. At first, nothing happened, but then there was a great popping noise, and Hermione found herself being forced into a small compartment, into nothing.

"How did she get here?"

"Is this some sort of joke?"

"Maybe she apparated here."

"You can't apparate in or out of Hogwarts."

"She's hot."

"She is really pretty."

"Dibs."

Hermione's head hurt immensely. She squinted her eyes, and she saw many heads peering over her. She looked to her right, and saw a pair of familiar glasses and messy black hair. Her heart swelled with relief.

"Oh, Harry, thank god you're here! I tried this spell in the library, and... Where am I? Where's Ron? Are we in the Great Hall? What are you doing here?" Hermione showered Harry with questions. Hermione was just glad that someone she knew was here to help her. Or, what she thought was Harry.

"Slow down there, love," a familiar voice said. It belonged to Sirius, but huskier and brighter.

"Sirius! Sirius, what are you doing here? I thought you were-" Hermione's eyes fully opened, and she screamed and slammed her head back onto the floor. A young, shoulder-length haired, Sirius Black was looking at her with confusion.

"Am I the only one whose's wondering how she knows my name?" he said uncertainty to the people around him. Hermione cocked her head to look to the side, and saw what she thought was Harry, but with hazel eyes.

"James?" she whispered. James looked shocked.

"Er... yeah. How'd you know that?"

Hermione looked around, heart pounding. She saw two more familiar faces: Professor Lupin and Lily Evans. Hermione's heart skipped a beat when she saw Lily- it was like staring into Harry's own eyes.

"...Hi. I'm Remus Lupin. Who's Harry?" he questioned as he outstretched a hand to Hermione, offering help. Hermione looked at all four faces with utter fear and confusion.

"But you're all dead," she muttered. She had to be dreaming. Remus almost pulled back his hand.

"Excuse me?" he asked. Hermione flushed, realizing that she should keep her mouth shut. Even in a dream like this, she ought to have manners.

"Nothing. Bad dream," she said, finally taking his hand. Hermione looked around at the many people starting at her. She seemed to have appeared in the middle of breakfast. Hermione took slow breaths. Many people started to whisper. That's when Hermione knew she was in trouble. Hermione doesn't dream. She hasn't had a dream in forever. Hermione looked up, and saw a very confused but intrigued looking Professor Dumbledore. She ran forward at once, pushing past Remus and Lily. Hermione slowed to a speed walk, and stopped when she was in front of a now dumb-founded Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore, may I please speak to you in private? It's rather urgent," she squeaked. Dumbledore seemed taken back at the fact that she knew his name, and Hermione remembered something. Dumbledore was a master in Occlumency.

Professor, my name is Hermione Granger. I come from the year 1998, and I was a seventh year student. I tried this spell written in a book, and I think it blasted me back in time. Please, help me, I want to go back, please! Hermione thought desperately. Hermione thought that her plan had failed, until he nodded, and spoke so loud that everyone must have been able to hear, it was, silent, after all.

"I thought I wouldn't see you for a few weeks, Hermione! I'm delighted to see that you managed to arrive early. Let's get you sorted in my office. Come along, now," Dumbledore lied smoothly and lead her down the hall. All of the heads turned to look at the new girl who had just appeared on the floor next to the Gryffindor table. Hermione blushed as she felt a thousand pair of eyes on her back.

"Would you kindly explain how you managed to send yourself back in time, this time, audibly, Miss Granger?" Dumbledore inquired as soon they turned a corner.

"I tried a spell in a book about time turners. I then found myself within the presence of four people that I know to be dead in the future," Hermione said in a hushed voice. Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

"Well, that explains why you happen to know the names of various people," Dumbledore said pleasantly as they walked up the spiral staircase to his office. Hermione walked in and sat herself in the chair across from Professor Dumbledore's desk. He sat it his own chair.

"What house were you in, Miss Granger?' he asked.

"Gryffindor, Professor."

"Excellent. The story is that you are my good friend's daughter from Beauxbatons. Your surname is Alden. You may call me Albus, not to raise suspension."

"Er..."

"Okay. There was always an extra bed in the girl's dormitories for your year. I will handle your clothes. I will ask Madam Rosmerta to take care of it. She seems ideal, for she is only twenty-three years old, and would know more about fashion than a old man like me," he joked. Hermione didn't manage to break a smile, however. Instead, she held her face in her hands and started to sob.

"There, there," Dumbledore comforted her as she sobbed. "That's not the spirit! I'm sure I'll be able to manage to find a white gold time turner-"

Hermione gasped, and her head shot up. "I forgot! That makes me feel loads better!"

Dumbledore smiled. "Wonderful! I will alert Madam Rosmerta, and you can head down to dinner."

"I can, Sir?'

"Yep. You seem to know many people there already," Dumbledore smiled. Hermione grinned a bit, and stood up.

"Thank you, Professor," she said before stepping out.

"You're quite welcome."

Hermione walked alone down the halls she had walked some many times before. When she walked into the Great Hall, everyone silenced a bit. Hermione awkwardly sat at the end of the Gryffindor table, where there were many empty seats. The awkward silence was broken when someone from the end of the Gryffindor table wolf whistled loudly. Laughter filled the hall as Hermione flushed red and stared at her hands in her lap.

"Hey," a husky voice said as he say next to Hermione.

"Hello, Sirius," Hermione answered automatically. Hermione shot her head up, realizing her mistake. She mentally hit herself on the head. He just smirked.

"May I ask how you know my name, as well as James'? Who's Harry and Ron?" he asked as the marauders all sat around her.

Hermione didn't answer. Instead, she started to pile food on her plate. "Were you the one that whistled?"

Sirius smiled proudly.

"So that's a yes?" Hermione said, rolling her eyes. She turned to who she knew was Peter, but pretended otherwise.'

"And you are?" she asked. Peter blushed, shocked to be noticed. "Peter Pettigrew." Hermione put a fake smile on, trying not to rip his head off. "Nice to meet you, Peter."

"So," Sirius started, looping an arm around Hermione's shoulders casually. Hermione shrugged it off.

"So, I just moved here from Beauxbatons. My Godfather is Albus- I mean Professor Dumbledore," Hermione lied.

"I see. And you knew our names- how?"

Hermione remained silent, ignoring him.

"She seems like the type to be a girl from Beauxbatons, too," James muttered as Hermione blushed.

"I thought you liked L- the red head girl. You kept on staring at her," Hermione recovered. James glanced over at her.

"I do. Just a comment," he said.

"Well, thank you for your comment, Prongs," Hermione muttered before she could stop herself. This time, all four of them seemed to choke on the food they were eating. Hermione almost smacked herself on the forehead, until she had a brilliant alibi.

"What?" she asked innocently. "I head Sirius call him that," Hermione recovered once again. The four of them breathed out with relief.

"What does it mean?" Hermione asked, smiling. She knew she was pushing it, but knowing more than usual made her ecstatic.

"Er..." James said. Hermione interrupted.

"People used to call me Otty, because my patronus is an otter," she said. She wasn't really lying, for once Ron had called her that. Hermione's heart sunk at the thought, but she pushed those thoughts away.

"Yeah! My patronus is a stag! You can do one, too?" he asked, relief washing over his face. Hermione tried hard to not roll her eyes; James was just as bad as lying as Harry.

"Yes. My best friend back at my old school taught me."

"Well, we're your new friends now," Sirius said, snaking an arm around her waist

"Sirius, do you have to chase after every girl you see? I'm sorry," Remus said to Hermione, "He's a prat sometimes."

"I know," she mumbled. God dammit, Hermione! Control yourself! she thought to herself.

"You know? Explain," Sirius said, pulling her closer to him. Hermione took his arm with her hands and placed it in his lap.

"I know, considering how you've been hitting on me, and how cocky you seem to be," she said, not looking at him.

"That hurts, er..." he said, about to act sarcastic, then realizing that he had no idea what her name is.

"Hermione Alden."

"Hermione Alden? That doesn't sound right," Sirius muttered, sliding closer to her.

"Well, that's my name, isn't it?" Hermione was starting to get irritated. "It doesn't sound right! Well, why don't I just change my name, then?"

Sirius held up his arms in defense. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

"Feisty," Remus muttered, smiling. Hermione stared at him in shock. She didn't know that her old professor was capable of flirting.

"That's how I like them," Sirius said in her ear, and was about to put his arm around her, again, until Hermione smacked it away. Sirius looked shocked, as well as his other friends.

"Stop trying to slip you arm around me, stop trying to hit on me, stop trying to lure me into you! I just appeared out of freaking air, and the only thing you care about is face!" she snapped. Sirius smirked.

"I like this one, Prongs," he muttered. James snickered. Hermione's temper burst, she started to almost shout at him.

"Oh, some I'm a one! I'm just an object, am I? You act like as if girls are things to collect! As soon as you see another skirt to chase, you dump her! You're disgusting!" she screeched, and slapped him across the face. Hermione stood up, and stormed to the opposite side of the table. People around her stared as they say Sirius Black stagger backwards in his seat, and how the other three gave her amazed looks.

"Can I sit here?" she asked to nobody in peculiar. Someone turned around, someone with bright red hair. She looked at her, and smiled.

"Sure! Sit down!" she said brightly. Hermione sat down to a seventeen year old version of Lily Evans.

"I'm Hermione Alden. You are?" she asked politely.

"Lily Evans. You seem pretty mad, and your face is all red. What happened?"

Hermione growled. "That prat, Sirius Black? He kept on trying to seduce me."

Lily didn't seem too shocked. "No surprise there. What did you do?"

"I just told him that he is a disgusting git. And I slapped him."

Lily dropped her fork. "You- what?"

"I slapped him." Hermione said shortly. She gave a sideways glance at the four boys, all who seemed shocked, and Sirius was rubbing his left cheek. Hermione smirked, then turned back to Lily.

"Nobody slaps Sirius. Especially a girl," Lily said, amazed. "Every girl he goes after, they fall under his spell. I'm one of the only ones who hasn't been cornered by him yet. But that's because Potter-" Lily sneered, "- has this obsession over me."

Hermione giggled. "Aw," she added.

"It's revolting."

Hermione threw her head back and laughed.

"That bitch!" Sirius exclaimed, still rubbing his left cheek. "She slapped me!"

"Really? She slapped you? Why, I never knew," Remus said, rolling his eyes.

"But- but I didn't do anything wrong!"

"In her book, you did. Apparently, she's not like the majority of the girls here, who just follow you like an obsessive puppy."

"But- but why? I only did what I did to all of the others."

"Well, that's what she had a problem with. She didn't want to be added to that list."

"Whatever. She'll come around eventually."