I was bitten by a plot bunny. Here's the result. I hope you enjoy. :3

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Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER.

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She couldn't believe it. He was gone; both of them were gone. Tears blurred her vision as she ran for her life. She had always thought that they would come out on top, that the light would win, but that conclusion was folly. They had failed to destroy the last horcrux. They had lost and her boys were dead.

She ran, not paying attention to where she was headed, knowing that she needed to get out of there before she was killed too. But what was the point? Life was nothing without her friends with her. She had lost so much, so many people were dead.

She would use the time turner round her neck to change everything, but they only went back 24 hours at the most and she had no clue how she would be able to change the outcome so that the light would win. They were far too outnumbered for any sort of a plan to work.

It had been a slaughter.

She tripped on something, falling face first into the blood soaked ground. Something smashed. Hermione turned around to see a red spell coming towards her, burning pain lighting her nerve endings up like a muggle Christmas tree. Her vision blurred and as she blacked out she could have sworn that she had seen a golden glow encompass her.

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It was breakfast time in the great hall. James and Sirius had stuck their heads together. One would usually think that this would be metaphorically. But someone had thought it would be funny to use a sticking charm to actually stick their heads together and this was now what they were trying to puzzle out.

When they had first realised what had happened the two pranksters pranced around the great hall like a pair of lunatics. The headmaster chuckled lightly at the duo who seemed to, despite being pure-blooded and in a magical school, have forgotten that they could use magic. Dumbledore waved his wand, ending the charm, but Professor McGonagall was not very impressed. She glared at the boys who then sat down at the Gryffindor table.

"Moony mate-" Sirius started,

"-I can't believe-" James continued,

"-that you got us again!" they both finished in unison.

"It wasn't me." Remus shrugged.

"Then who was it?"

Until that moment none of them had noticed the grinning first year sitting not very far down the table.

"No!" Sirius cried, putting the pieces together first, "We were pranked by a first year!"

He continued noisily in his lamenting, now dying dramatically on the top of the table.

"Well done." the other Marauders said in unison to the tiny first year who was almost bouncing in excitement at the fact that he had actually managed to successfully prank them, "But you should know that this means that we have to get you back!"

The smile of the first year immediately vanished as the blood left his face. A promise to be pranked by the Marauders was certain humiliation.

Seeing his scared look Remus reassured the young boy, "Don't worry Daniel, I'll try to reign them in a bit."

Most people had come to ignore Sirius by this point, however their attention was redirected to him as a golden glow appeared in the air above him. Sirius soon followed the eyes of the people around him and leapt off the table, his joking forgotten. Eyes turned to Dumbledore who was just as confused and concerned as his students. A scream, quiet at first, grew in volume, silencing the whispers in the Great Hall, all turned towards the source.

Bang!

The light disappeared and a girl that was covered in blood took its place; bushy brown hair flying wild. Gravity caught hold of her and she plummeted to the table, smashing her head on a large jug and started to bleed profusely. The professors leapt into action and the girl was rushed away quickly out of the Great Hall before you could even say Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

The moment the doors swung shut the whispers started. Who was she? What was that light? Was she working for You-Know Who? Why had there been screaming? The rumour mill was set into motion, each speculation wilder than the next.

However these questions were soon placed aside by the student body as conversations slipped onto, through lack of information, more comfortable subjects. However Sirius and James, due to their naturally inquisitive nature, wanted to know more. They were all set to go bounding to the hospital wing, demanding to be answered. Luckily Remus managed to dissuade them from this plan, causing Sirius to switch all his energy into plotting revenge on Daniel. Something that was paused for the duration of Charms, as Professor Flitwick was not impressed by Sirius' constant babbling.

"We should-" Sirius started excitedly, almost bouncing as he walked along with his friends on their way to DADA after Charms had finished.

"-Go easy on him." Remus finished for him, glaring at his friend.

"Awww. But Moon-"

"Padfoot, I've told you time and time again that the puppy-dog look doesn't, and will never work on me!"

"Please Moony! Please, please, please!" Sirius begged walking backwards in front of his friends. "He managed to prank us! Us! The marauders!"

"Well then you now know that-"

Remus's sentence was cut short as Sirius tripped and started to disappear over the handrail.

"Padfoot!" James cried, and rushed to grasp Sirius's foot. But it was too late. The three marauders looked on helplessly as their friend fell. Remus and James had their wands out to try and slow Sirius's fall, but the stairs decided to change, cutting Sirius's decent short and any time they had to try and help him. The sound of Sirius's bones breaking as he hit the staircase two floors below was audible.

"Someone go get Madam Pomfrey!" Remus yelled as he ran down the stairs, using a secret passageway behind a tapestry of a snidget at the base of the staircase to get to Sirius as quickly as possible.

Remus was the first person on the scene, immediately casting diagnostic charms to find out the level of damage. Apart from being unconscious due to head trauma, Sirius had broken both arms; three ribs; and had dislocated his left shoulder. Nothing particularly life threatening. At least, nothing that Madam Pomfrey was unable to fix within the next 24 hours. Remus conjured a stretcher and levitated Sirius onto it. James and Peter arrived, panting from having ran the whole way down. Remus forgot sometimes how much faster than them he was as a result of his lycanthropy.

"How is he?" Peter asked.

"Unconscious, but nothing too life threatening." Remus replied, "But I still need to get him to the Hospital Wing as quickly as possible."

Peter and James nodded in understanding. The three of them started to leave when they were stopped by the arrival of Professor McGonagall. The woman gave the stretcher one glance and asked what had happened. Remus hesitated, Sirius really needed to be seen to as soon as possible. James nodded to Remus, and so Remus left James and Peter to explain.

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Hermione's eyes snapped open. It was quiet; too quiet. It was also rather dark. Cautiously she sat up, reaching for the wand that she hoped was in its holster. Hermione quickly realised that she was in the Hogwarts Hospital wing. But that was impossible, that area had been blown up just an hour ago. Hermione didn't understand. If there was one thing that Hermione hated, it would be not understanding something. There was a reason that she had spent countless hours in the library over the years.

Looking around the hospital wing, Hermione saw that she was mostly alone. Why were there not a plethora of other injured people? Heck, how on earth had she escaped the Death Eaters?

Hermione swung her legs off of the bed and stood up, determined to find out what was going on. Her vison blurred as she swayed on her feet. Hermione, even in her dizzy state recognised the symptoms of blood loss. Evidently she had lost a significant amount of blood for her to still be dizzy from it after a trip to the hospital wing. The world started to tilt and Hermione mentally braced herself for the hard reunion she was about to have with the floor.

Suddenly there were arms around her. Someone had caught her. She cringed away from the physical contact. Hermione felt herself be lowered to the ground slowly and could feel that she was lent up against someone. Hermione started to panic. What if it was a death eater? But why would there be a death eater in the hospital wing? Why would a death eater have caught her? The logical side of Hermione's mind won out and her panic abated. As Hermione's vison cleared she realised that the person holding her upright was most definitely not female.

"You can let go now." She said, speaking for the first time since she had woken. She was not enjoying being touched now that she was properly aware that it was happening. The arms around her retreated and Hermione went to try and stand up again, not expecting to be picked up from behind. Hermione flinched, her eyes automatically shutting and she waited for the pain to start. When none came Hermione opened her eyes to see the face of the person who was holding her.

She immediately regretted it. She must be dead. There was no other plausible explanation for why she had been looking up at a young Sirius Black. Sirius was dead; dead as a doornail. Not an animate object that was transfigured into a doornail that could be returned to living status with a Finite Incantum; a safe, normal, muggle doornail. Hermione opened her eyes again to the same view as before. However, now the young Black had an expression of concern on his face, pity and empathy evident in his eyes. Hermione looked down at her hands. She was shaking. That would probably be why Sirius looked so concerned.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice a whisper. Hermione looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. Sirius looked back at her sheepishly, obviously realising what a stupid question he had just asked. He swallowed nervously.

"Could-" Hermione started to say, but then had to swallow, "Could you possibly put me down?"

His eyes widened and Sirius immediately turned around towards the hospital bed that Hermione had been on previously and gently lowered her onto it. Hermione's back felt like it was on fire and a whimper of pain escaped her lips. She could feel the blood soaking through the hospital gown she was wearing.

"I'll go get Madame Pomfrey." Hermione heard Sirius say, although her attention was on the pain rather than the marauder. It seemed like an eternity before Madam Pomfrey arrived and shoved what seemed to be a whole cauldron of potions down Hermione's throat. The last thing Hermione heard before she lost consciousness was Sirius asking if she was going to be okay. She didn't hear the answer Madame Pomfrey gave him.

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The next time Hermione opened her eyes she found herself surrounded by people, but nobody was paying her any attention as they were all arguing amongst themselves. Hermione was very confused by the group of people surrounding her. Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore, Harry, wait Harry? How was Harry alive? She had seen him die. Hermione had watched as the life faded from the green orbs as Voldemort took his final step towards victory. So much pain in those eyes as they apologised for what was to come, despite none of it being Harry's fault. Hermione could hear an echo of the cruel laughter that seemed etched into the very makeup of her memories. It was something that one would never forget.

Suddenly there was something touching her, Hermione flinched and flung herself in the opposite direction from the touch, pulling her wand from its holster mid-jump and landing crouched on the floor and ready to fight.

"Woah. Easy there."

"We don't want to hurt you."

"Please lower your wand, my dear."

The voices were almost soothing, but Hermione didn't let them fool her. They were all dead. They couldn't be real. Hermione deduced that the whole thing must be a very vivid hallucination. Perhaps she eventually withdrew into her mind after prolonged exposure to the cruciatus curse, like the Longbottoms. Someone cast a disarming charm at Hermione, but she was too quick. Hermione dodged the spell and threw one back, a wand soaring through the air into her outstretched hand. It was then that Hermione's actions caught up with her body and she fell to the floor in a bout of dizziness. The dizziness soon passed and Hermione looked up to see that not only were Remus, Sirius and Dumbledore a lot younger than when she had last saw them, Harry didn't even have the right colour eyes! Harry had brown eyes, not the ones he had inherited from his mother. They were more like the ones that James Potter had had.

Hermione's eyes widened as she realised what could have happened to her that would partially explain the situation somewhat logically.

"P-Professor Dumbledore, Sir. C-Could I possibly h-have a word?" She asked quietly, her voice not much louder than a whisper.

"Certainly, my dear." He replied, somehow still managing to have that infernal twinkle in his eye. Dumbledore turned to the others in the room and motioned to the door with his hand. The boys nodded and left without a word of complaint. Hermione stood up and didn't hesitate in throwing up a plethora of privacy wards to prevent any eavesdroppers. She sat down on the nearest hospital bed, Dumbledore choosing to sit opposite her on another bed.

"What year is it?" Hermione blurted out after what seemed like an eternity of silence. Dumbledore's eyes widened slightly, the only visible sign of surprise on the old man's face. The corners of the headmaster's lips twitched upwards before he replied.

"It is 1978. You are a time traveller then, Miss."

Hermione nodded absentmindedly, trying to wrap her thoughts around the fact that she had travelled over 20 years into the past, a feat previously thought to be impossible.

"But that's impossible." She murmured.

"Well, my dear, I myself like to accomplish at least 7 impossible things before breakfast." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Hermione smiled back at him, recognising the nod to muggle literature. Her smile turned to a frown when she realised how much of a problem she had stumbled into. Terrible things had happened to those who tried to mess with time. But the time that she had come from was not something she ever wanted to return to. Perhaps she could change everything; give Harry a chance to grow up with his parents. She could destroy the horcruxes now in the past and defeat Voldemort before he became too much of a problem. Hermione looked into the professors eyes and spoke.

"Things will change. I will not doom the world to the future I have seen."

Shock was the first emotion that Hermione saw on Dumbledore's face; the next was sorrow.

"I understand." The headmaster said after a few minutes silence. Hermione looked at him in surprise. She was expecting to have to fight the old man on the matter.

"What?"

"I understand your need to change the future. I can see it in your eyes. We lost, didn't we? The darkness overwhelmed the light."

Hermione nodded. "There is so much that needs changing and not long to do it. We have less than 4 years to change the course of history, professor."

If Hermione had the chance to change things then she was going to make sure that Harry grew up with his parents. She would make sure that the traitorous rat would never become the secret keeper for the Potters.

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Hermione had ended up enrolling at Hogwarts to complete her seventh year, as she would be able to make the most difference if the was in the castle. She was far too young to be a teacher, despite her knowledge level, and so she was a 'transfer student'. This cover also had the advantage of granting Hermione the chance to finish her education, something she had been unable to do due to the war in her time. She was to be Professor McGonagall's goddaughter, the transfiguration teacher had been informed of Hermione's situation and had readily accepted the role the headmaster asked her to undertake. McGonagall, or as she had asked Hermione to call her outside of class Minerva, was insistent that as Hermione was not leaving any time soon that she was going to take her role seriously as Godmother and Hermione's guardian. Her cover was that her parents had recently died, which in truth they had. The death eaters had tracked them down despite all Hermione had done to try and protect them. Hermione had also opted to change her name, using a ritual that Professor Dumbledore knew of, magically changing her name so that it would appear even on the Marauder's map. She was now known as Hermione Danson.

Hermione's conversation with the sorting hat a few days later, once Madame Pomfrey had let her out of the hospital wing to visit the headmaster, was an interesting one to say the least. The hat was much intrigued by the fact that she had already been sorted by him once before. The hat had fixated on her first sorting for a few minutes before starting to actually sort her this time round. Apparently, although she had the thirst for knowledge needed for Ravenclaw and more than enough cunning to make it as a Slytherin the stupid hat had wanted to put her in Hufflepuff of all places. It took Hermione a good few minutes to convince the hat that Gryffindor was where she needed to be to most effectively stop the future that she had experienced. The only thing that influenced the hat's decision was when Hermione revealed that the hat would be destroyed should Hermione's future come to pass. The hat, when faced with its own mortality, gave in to Hermione's demand of being sorted into Gryffindor.

After her sorting Hermione faced the daunting task of breakfast. The butterflies in her stomach wouldn't stop. It was like starting school all over again, which Hermione supposed she was, as nobody knew her in this time. She stood outside the doors to the Great Hall, debating with herself as to when she should go in. Everyone would already be at breakfast, and so if she entered she would gain the attention of the whole school. But she didn't really have a choice in the matter, it had to happen sooner or later.

Hermione entered the Great Hall and sat down in the nearest clear space on the Gryffindor table. Unfortunately for her the nearest clear space was halfway down the stupid thing, and as a result she gained the attention of most of the students in the room. Everything was silent for all of three seconds when the whispering started. No one bothered to actually approach her and ask her the questions that were plaguing them, they just gossiped about her. Hermione heard the doors to the Great Hall open again, someone was even later than she was to breakfast. She turned her head and immediately regretted it.

It was the Marauders; and Sirius had managed to spot her within seconds of their entering the room. Hermione looked away and down at her food. Seeing James, although she had only seen him a couple of times, reminded her of Harry, and how it was unlikely that she would ever see her Harry again. Hermione sighed and stabbed her porridge with her spoon.

The bench next to her suddenly dipped and Hermione looked up to find Sirius Black grabbing food and putting it on the plate in front of him. Hermione blinked.

"Sorry about him." A boy who could only be Remus Lupin said as he and the other tree marauders sat down opposite her. It took Hermione a moment to process what was happening before she replied.

"That's okay."

Everything was about to change.