Author's note: Okay, here's the deal. I used to be on a different account, GinnyBond321. I had the story A Twist in Time, and it was doing pretty good. Until, I couldn't log in anymore. I don't know what happened, but I guess it got hacked or something. My e-mail also wasn't working, so I had to get another e-mail, and I just decided to get another FanFiction, too. If the story seems similar, it's because I took some ideas from my old story. But don't worry, the plot is very different. For one thing, Sirius isn't as fond of Hermione. Whoops! Spoilers! Whatever. I hope you enjoy, peeps.

- RavenclawValdez007

***UPDATED NOTE BELOW written 6/4/2000***

if ur new here im sorry ur about to read this AHAHAAH but heres the deal so. im discontinuing this story but im rewriting it in a much more accurate and actually decent way with a different storyline. it's the same idea of hermione bLasTed bAcK iN time though. same ship too

the story is called "some kind of beautiful", which you can find by clicking on my account :'). it is also on ao3 under the same user, honeylune.

i have a final, kind of "closing" chapter for this, which doesn't conclude anything but i thought it wrapped things up okay if you've actually followed this story at one point and was curious.

anyways thanks for reading this note! and again if you've been here for years, holy shit thank you for still being here. yall gon make me cri i swear.

Hermione sat in her room, alone. She was currently in the flat that she was planning of buying with Ron. Well, buying by herself. Ron refused to get a flat together for some reason, something about waiting. Hermione thought that, when she came back for Christmas, she'd get one by herself to surprise him.

Ron was working, of course. Hermione was still in school- She decided to come back for another year for Hogwarts to finish her seventh year. She needed her N.E.W.T.S. to get the job she wanted, whatever that was going to be. She hadn't decided yet.

The Real Estate person was in the kitchen, showing another family the sink. It was open house, after all. Hermione was the only one in the master bedroom. She decided to head back into the family room, but something caught her eye. A golden box on the dresser next to the queen bed. Hermione walked over and picked it up- It was no bigger than a cigar box. She picked up the box and turned it over in her hand. Hermione wasn't the one to snoop, but she was merely curious.

She flipped it back over, and she opened the lid. Inside, was a single time-turner. Memories of missed classes and a hippogriff rushed to her. She smiled a bit as she took it out. The gold-bronze metal turned as she held it up to eye-level. Hermione was about to place it back in the box until the thin chain slipped out of her hand. The time-turner landed with a tinkle on the hardwood floor. Hermione knelt down and picked it up. A flash of sand appeared, leaking onto the ground.

"Whoops," Hermione muttered. She took a look closer at the broken hour-glass. That's when Hermione noticed something was wrong- The time turner was shaking. Just as she was about to put it down, Hermione felt herself getting sucked into a small space, into nothing.

"How'd she get here?"

"She's hot."

"Would you get your mind off seducing girls for a moment and try to get her up? I think she's awake."

"Aw, come on, Moons! He's not doing any harm."

"We're in the middle of dinner, can we not talk this loud-"

"It's her fault for appearing in the middle of it. I'll talk at whatever volume I want to talk at. Oh, and by the way, I call dibs."

"She's a girl, not an object- She's waking! Shh!"

"What... What's happening?" Hermione muttered. She rubbed her eyes, and sat up. She removed her hands from her eyes and looked around. The very first face she saw was inches from her, kneeling on the ground besides her. And it was Sirius.

Hermione screamed and slid herself back, kicking to help her get back. The entire hall exploded in laughs as Sirius turned a light shade of pink.

"What?" he asked.

It was Sirius- Young, handsome- Yes, he was very good looking. He had long, sleek black hair barely touching his shoulders and a blinding smile. She looked to the side of the man she thought to be dead, and almost had another coronary. Harry- But not. He had hazel eyes, no scar, and a crazed smile. Then, there was Lupin. Brown shaggy hair, amber eyes, a scar on his cheek and bags under his eyes. He pulled off the tired look- And he did it good.

Hermione took deep, steadying breaths.

"What's going on?" she whispered, but everyone in the hall heard- It was suddenly dead silent again.

"Ah. Yes. I was hoping you'd get to that. Who are you?" Sirius asked.

"You-" Hermione was about to insist he had known her for ages, then her mind started to race. Where was she? Was she back in time? In a memory? No, she wasn't in a memory. They were talking to here. Back in time- She did, after all, break a time turner. It made the smallest amount of sense.

"Oh- Wait- Before you answer that- Why'd you scream?" Sirius inquired. Some people snickered. Hermione took another glance around, she was in Hogwarts still, at least.

"You were inches away from my face, why would I not scream?" she said faintly. "I'm Hermione-" She paused for half a second "- Alden. And-" she looked up, and she saw a certain blue-eyed, moon spectacles and long bearded man.

"And I need to talk to Professor Dumbledore," Hermione said suddenly. She scrambled to her feet and rushed over to the teacher's table, everyone murmuring among themselves about the newcomer. Dumbledore was looking at her with confusion,but there was a glint of curiosity in his eye. Hermione remembered that was a Legilimens- So she thought clearly in her head:

Professor, my real name is Hermione Granger and I am from the year 1998. I was accidentally sent back in time by breaking a time turner. Help me, please! she thought desperately. Dumbledore was silent for a moment, and for a little, Hermione thought that she had failed. Then, a wide smile spread over his face.

"Why, Hermione, I thought you wouldn't be arriving until this Friday! None the less, I shall show you around the school..." Dumbledore lied expertly. He stood up of his seat and smiled at all of the staring students.

"Nothing to see here. Carry on with your dinner," Dumbledore said pleasantly, and led Hermione out of the Great Hall.

"Hermione Granger, if that is your real name- How on earth did you break this time turner?" Professor Dumbledore asked as soon as they entered his office.

"Well, I was thinking of buying this lovely little flat in Hogsmeade, until I found this time turner in a box in the master bedroom," Hermione began, voice shaking a bit. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying- She was back in time. Way back in time. She'd never see that people she loved ever again.

"I dropped it on the ground, and the sand leaked out, and, well, here I am," Hermione finished. "It's not much of a story, but... The result is pretty big."

"I see," Professor Dumbledore said, scratching his beard. "Well, I will have to think this through. For the time being, you shall proceed to go to Hogwarts."

"What?"

"What House were you in, Miss Granger?" Professor Dumbledore asked, with a twinkle in his eye.

"Gryffindor, sir. I was in the seventh year."

"Excellent. There is a dormitory hidden next to the common room."

"Really?" Hermione asked, slightly curious.

"Yes. Each House has one. It is behind the abstract portrait next to the fireplace. I'll have Madam Rosmerta- The bartender at the Three Broomsticks- Take care of your clothes. Have you eaten yet?"

"Well, no," Hermione said, about to say something else, but decided on the better of it.

"Okay. You can head down to the Great Hall, if you wish. I'm going to try to find a solution for the time being."

"Thank you, Professor," Hermione muttered, standing up.

"Of course," he responded.

Hermione was in some sort of sad trance as she walked back to the Great Hall. It was empty except for a few first years who had just found their way to the Great Hall. Hermione figured it must be the beginning of the year- She had forgotten to ask the date. She quickly ate a simple dinner of mashed potatoes and turkey before heading off to the common room. She had on jeans, sneakers, and a T-shirt, so she was a bit out of place. People in the corridors stared as she bustled past.

Hermione arrived in the common room, just the same as it was before. She settled down on one armchair, taking deep, steadying breaths. She had controlled herself and forced herself not to cry when she was talking to Dumbledore, but she couldn't hold it in much longer- She collapsed into an armchair and started to sob.

Hermione was terrified- She's in an entire new world, and there's no way of going back. She would never see her parents of her friends ever again- Not even her cat, Crookshanks. And Ron. Their relationship was going so well- That very morning, he had just given her a boxes of chocolates, which Hermione adored. Well, not quite. Ron had forgotten (Again) that she doesn't like strawberry jam filled chocolates, but he always gets the most expensive ones for her. Hermione always appreciated the gesture.

There was another reason to cry about- Ron. She had finally gotten the courage to say the L-Bomb the night before. He just looked at her, shocked and aghast. He awkwardly looked away and said, "I know."

What did that mean? That he didn't love her back? That he didn't want to be in a relationship anymore? Hermione started to shake as she buried her head in her arms.

"Um- Hermione?" a voice said behind her. Hermione stopped crying at once and remained still.

"It's me... Sirius Black," he said in a mature, deep tone, like he was hitting on her. Hermione poked her head up, and Sirius was sitting in another armchair not three feet away from her.

"Hello, Sirius," she sniffled.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, looking worried for her. For some reason, he didn't have that sincere crinkle around his eyes like he used to, or rather, he would have in the future. It was like he was faking, or something. Hermione pushed those thoughts away.

"Just... Missing home, I guess," she muttered, wiping her tears away.

"Where?"

"Er... Well, really far away from here. France."

"That's not that far away."

"Well, the thing is, everyone's over there. Even my parents, and my boyfriend."

"You have a boyfriend?" Sirius asked suddenly.

"Sort of. I don't think he really likes me that much anymore," Hermione said. She had never thought about that before, much less say it out loud. Now that she thought about, he never really had time for her. The last time they had more than an hour of alone time together was five months ago, before he got started at his job as an Auror. He insisted that he had loads of work to do, but Hermione heard Ron saying how, 'hot' one of the girls in the office was. Harry responded, 'No, you have Hermione, mate.' Ron just shrugged. And even, after months of begging, Hermione finally went all the way with him- And afterwards, he got up out of bed and got dressed for work without a word, without a goodbye.

"Shame," he said. "Say, how would you like to go out with me to Hogsmeade this Saturday?" he asked suddenly. Hermione blinked in surprise at her best friend's godfather.

"Er. No thanks, Sirius," she said with a sigh. "I'm not exactly-"

"Wait- What?" Sirius asked suddenly, looking aghast.

"No, Sirius," Hermione repeated. "I don't feel up to it-"

"So- You're rejecting me?" Sirius said, still looking quite baffled.

"Yes," Hermione said, starting to get a bit annoyed. "In case you haven't noticed, we barely know each other."

"Fine!" Sirius barked so loudly and suddenly that it made Hermione's hear jump. He glared at Hermione before standing up and turning on his heel, marching up the boy's dormitories.

"Drama queen," Hermione muttered. Sirius caught it, however.

"Bitch," he spat. Hermione's jaw popped open as he went up the stairs with a smirk- What on earth just happened, and what happened to the kind man she knew?

She stood up, quite confused and frustrated. Walking over to the fireplace, she just noticed the abstract painting of yellow and blue stripes, something that was always there but Hermione never payed attention to. Hermione opened the portrait, which swung open easily. Behind it was a metal sliding door, like a Japanese door.

"Password?" a female voice said.

"It hasn't been set yet?" Hermione said in confusion.

"Very good," it said in a please tone, and it slid open.

Hermione stepped into the dorm, and the metal door and portrait closed. It was very nice; with a queen bed with golden sheets and red pillows. The ground was red-mahogany fluffy carpet, and there was a desk to the side with a plain, wooden chair. In one corner, there was a squishy arm chair with a lamp next to it; perfect for reading. There was a window next to the armchair, and in front of the bed was a fireplace. Besides the bed was a night stand with a lamp, which was the only thing that was lit in the room. A dresser sat next to the window. It was perfect. There was even her own bathroom.

Hermione turned, and both portraits had little metal panels next to them, for setting the password. Hermione set both of them to Red Vines, a muggle candy that nobody could guess. Hermione then crawled under the bed sheets and crashed.

Thanks for reading, and drop a review if you're not too lazy today!

*updated note written 6/4/20*

wow i really had ALL THAT happen in one chapter and like 2k words? yeah uh-uh this gonna be like two whole 5k chapters on my new story lol