Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. ( Honestly, how many times must I say this before you believe me? You remind me of my boyfriend…)

A/N: You know, it's really a tough thing to deal with, being me. For I have come to discover, during the years that I have been an avid fanfictioner, that there are four kinds of fan fiction writers. There are those who can think up a really juicy ending to their stories, but no beginning, those who can think of a really good beginning but no ending, those who can think up both the beginning and the end but not the meat in between, and finally, the saint of the fanfictioners: the blessed person who can somehow manage to cover all the bases.

As for me, if you read my stories, you will find that I am one of the people who love to think of a story, but it's hell trying to get myself to actually write it down. Most of the time I can do the beginnings, being really dedicated for like the first 5 chapters or so (if I write more than that it just might mean that I am going to finish it), but then fizzing out into only writing when the mood strikes me. I think I need to be more disciplined. How RainynDawn does it, I'll never know. Right now, Finding you is my baby, but I am trying to write my others as well. Now, to top it all off, I am adding a new one.

It's hard to break a habit.

I am a full fledged fanfiction addict.

I say loud, and I say it proud.

Chapter One:

"If Tomorrow Never Comes" Based on the Garth Brooks song. (I think it is Garth Brooks. If I am wrong, feel free to chastise me as much as you want.)

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"Ronald Weasley!" A voice echoed throughout the corridor, causing those present to tremble with dread.

Ron turned, half expecting to see his mother, Molly Weasley, standing there with her hand on her hip ready to give him the beating of a lifetime. Instead, he was even more terrified to meet the icy glare of Hermione Granger. Her hand was on her hip.

"What do you think you are doing with that broom? You know that we hove tons more research to do if we are going to help Harry win this war." She said, her lips flattened so that they resembled a certain transfiguration professor.

Ron struggled to come up with a valid excuse. "I was just…er…you know, going to go to the quidditch pitch and…clear my head." He said rather lamely, earning another glare from her.

"You most certainly are not. Give me that." Hermione said, grabbing the broom from his clutches before he even had the chance to think of stopping her.

He stared at her, mouth gaping open. "Give that back! Are you mad?" He asked, trying to reach for the broom and failing.

"I most certainly am not. I, personally, would like to help my best friend win this war and simply will not be bothered by things done for…fun." She said the word as if it were foreign to her tongue.

Ron suddenly felt rather guilty. Harry had done so much for him and his family, and he had a lot shoved on his shoulders what with trying to defeat Voldemort and win the war and all. After all, he was only 17, and that was a lot to deal with even as an adult. "Fine. Let's go, then." He said, dropping his eyes and following her to the library where she undoubtedly had Harry already, pouring over volumes upon volumes of books.

She smiled in triumph and led the way.

Harry was seated at their usual table when they entered. He looked at Ron, then the broom that Hermione was carrying and gave him an apologetic glance. Ron shook his head. "It's alright, mate, honestly." He said, trying not to make Harry feel guilty.

Harry smiled. "Don't worry. She caught me rather off guard, too."

"Oh? So you were forced into this Saturday study session as well? What were you going to do, then?" Ron asked.

"I was on my way to the bathroom. And the bad part is that she didn't even let me go." Harry said. Ron snorted loudly, earning a warning glance from Madam Pince.

"Well, your situation seems rather worse. I was just going to practice this new feint I read about. It's the Chudley Cannons' new signature move. I think I can pull it off." He said.

'Thump!' Both boy's nearly jumped out of their skins as Hermione returned, arms full of books, and slammed then onto the table. They both just stared at them, dreading the thought of reading every single one of them.

"Bloody hell, Hermione! What're all those for? The war hasn't been going on for that long!" Ron said, eyes scanning the numerous volumes of books.

Hermione looked at him as if he were the most ignorant creature she had ever laid eyes upon before answering, matter of factly, " Well, Ronald, if you would have given me time to explain, I would have told you soon enough." She smiled, then continued, "They are not all about the war. There are only about 6 or 7 of those in here. The rest are concerning dark magic, and they are from the restricted section, so I'd appreciate it if you would keep your voice down. Now, let's get started." She said, picking up a book and opening it as if it were a precious thing containing the secret to life or something.

Ron and Harry shared a glance. Only Hermione could manage to steal restricted books from right under Madam Pince's nose.

About three hours later, Hermione had finished with her stack of books and was impatiently moving on to Ron's.

"Come on, Ron! I know you can read faster than that! If these were quidditch books you'd be through already!" She said, shooting Harry a look that told him that she meant him as well.

Ron looked exasperated as he pushed his chair back away from the table. "I'm so sorry that 'The Seven Ways to Torture Your Enemy (Without Him Knowing It)' doesn't catch my attention." He said, throwing the book on the table. "Haven't we been looking long enough? We've been here for nearly three hours!"

"Come on, Hermione," Harry said, putting his book down and pushing back his chair a well, "Let's call it a day."

Hermione simply stared at them both in shock. "I thought that this meant something to you. Especially you, Harry. After all, you are the one that has to battle Voldemort, if you didn't remember. I'm so sorry that I asked you to take time out of your busy schedule to try and do something that will help you because I don't want you to die. Please, let's go and do something hopelessly stupid, so that you boy's can have some fun." She said, getting up off her chair.

Harry felt very guilty. She was only doing her best to try to help him and he had been being completely ungrateful. He stopped her as she began gathering the books. "I suppose that looking in a few more books couldn't hurt…"

"But…" Ron began, but Harry stomped on his foot rather hardly and that seemed to shut him up.

"Really? Thank you, guys." Hermione said, looking as if Christmas had come early. She sat down and opened a book and began taking more notes right away.

Ron looked at Harry. 'Are you mental?' He scribbled on a piece of parchment. He pushed it to Harry.

'Yep', Harry wrote back. 'Come on, at your pace, all you have to do is look at one more book. It won't take that long.'

Ron stuck his tongue out at him. 'Fine.' He wrote, grabbing a book from the stack. It was called 'Mysteria ab DeAtrum'. "Here's an interesting looking one." He said, opening it and flipping to the first page. "Hey!" He exclaimed. "I found the spell that Fred and George gave me to turn that traitorous rat yellow in first year! They fudged it up, though. Figures." He said.

Harry laughed. He remembered clearly that day on the train when he had first met Ron. The two had gotten on rather well and were discussing the others' knowledge about magic when Ron mentioned the spell. He was about to attempt it when a younger and more bushy haired Hermione Granger had come in, sickeningly sure of herself even then, and said it sounded like a fluke and then insisted upon his doing it. He had cleared his throat, taken a deep breath, and said it. Nothing happened except that he singed the rat's whiskers. Hermione had then proceeded to demonstrate her extensive knowledge of magic by performing a Repairo charm on his glasses ( A spell that he had still to this day not learned). They were the best moments of his life, for that's the day he had met his two very best friends.

"Listen to this incantation." Ron said, jerking Harry from his memories with a start.

"Ron, I don't think you should…" He said, but to no avail. Ron had already finished the last sentence.

"What a load of crap." He said, tossing the book into the stack that contained the books they had already looked at.

Hermione looked up at them both, a horrible expression on her face.

"Hermione, what's wrong? Do you need to go to the hospital wing?" Harry asked, concerned.

She just stared at Ron. "Ron, w-what did you just read from? Did you learn anything in all your 6 years here? You're n…" But she stopped. She suddenly had felt a tingling sensation in her toes. It quickly spread up her legs, into her abdomen, her arms, and finally up her neck and into her head.

"Hermione? Are you ok?" Harry asked again. She just stared at them, a curious expression on her face. Harry glared at Ron. "Well, don't just stand there, get Madam Pince, get help!" He said. Ron obeyed immediately.

All at once, Hermiones world seemed to freeze. Harry stood in front of her still, but he was silent and unmoving as a statue. She turned her head and looked about. Everything was still. There was a small girl, a first year, who was trying to get a book off of a high shelf. She appeared to be frozen in mid-air, having jumped to reach her goal. At another table, an ink- bottle was suspended in it's falling position from a boys bag, and a book was merely hanging in the boys outstretched hand.

She tried to move, but found her feet unmovable. She felt as if someone had put a sticking charm on her shoes. As she tugged again, something else started happening. People were walking backwards, it seemed, in high speed as if someone had pressed a rewind button on a VCR. This seemed to go on forever, and she could barely make out the faces of the people that passed her. She spotted Ron and Harry here and there, and even spotted Draco a few times. Then, the most unbelievable thing happened. She saw herself. Only it wasn't her as she was now. She was younger. A lot younger. A third year, by the looks of it. She was in there a lot then…The next time she saw herself, she was in second year, then first year, then, everything became unrecognizable as she saw people she didn't know. This continued on for quite a long time. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it froze again. Her eyes scanned the room wildly for Harry, but she didn't see him anywhere. She saw a large amount of people, but no one she could place.

Finally, the room began to come alive again. She stood up immediately, looking at the people around her. She didn't know what had happened to her. Grabbing up her things, she planned to go straight to Dumbledores office. He would surely know how to explain what had happened.

"Um, excuse me?" A voice said. She turned to face it, rather impatiently.

"Yes?" Hermione said peering at the girl. She had Weasley red hair, and a fair complexion. Her eyes were a wonderful colour of green that reminded her strangely of someone else's eyes…

"I think that you have gathered some of my things in your bag by mistake." She explained kindly, smiling at Hermione. "I'm sorry," She said, looking at Hermione's Gryffindor colored tie, "Are you in Gryffindor? I've not seen you before."

Hermione answered a calm yes. After all, she was usually with Ron and Harry most of the time, so she didn't associate with many others of her house. This girl could be new, anyway. "My names Hermione Granger. What's yours?" She asked, getting the girls things out of her bag that she had grabbed by mistake.

She almost dropped everything when the girl answered. "Lily. Lily Evans. Pleased to meet you, Hermione. Are you alright?" She asked, for Hermione had leaned over and grabbed the table to keep herself from passing out. Lily Evans? Surely this was some silly mistake. Or a joke. Yes, that had to be it, she told herself.

"What? Oh, no, thank you. I'm fine. Just got dizzy there for a second. What did you say your name was again?"

The girl frowned. "Lily Evans. You know, the Head Girl." She said, as if Hermione ought to know this. "Are you new, or something?" She asked.

Hermione didn't know what to say. If this was really Lily Evans, then that meant that she had traveled back in time somehow…The book. The book that Ron had read the incantation from had somehow transported her here. But which book was it? If she could just remember, there might be some kind of counter curse for it…But she couldn't remember so much as a word. She had been too busy taking notes from a book for herself, and had been completely ignoring Ron and Harry.

"Hullo? Are you alright?" Lily asked, her eyes filled with concern.

Hermiones head snapped up. "Oh, yes. Sorry, just lost in my thoughts. What did you say?"

Lily was frowning. "Oh, never mind. Perhaps you should go visit the nurse?" She suggested.

Hermione thought this a good point to exit. "You know, that sounds like a splendid idea. Sorry about your things." She said, and rushed to the door.

As she hurried to the door, however, her exit wasn't as smooth as she had hoped. While she was looking at her feet, trying desperately to remember even a syllable of the incantation that Ron had read, she ran smack into somebody, knocking them and herself to the floor rather hardly.

The other person was up first and was quickly at her side, offering their hand. When Hermione looked up, she was peering into the most beautiful set of amber- colored eyes she had ever seen. She suddenly felt a strange feeling stirring up inside of her, but she couldn't quite place what it was exactly.

"I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" The boy asked, pulling her off the ground with ease. She noticed that he had rather crude looking scars on his handsome face.

"Um, yes, I think so. You?" She asked him.

He smiled. "Yes. I am fine, actually. Just a bit rattled. It's not everyday that I face a near death experience when I'm going to study. Sure makes things more exciting."

She smiled, nearly forgetting her plan. "Oh! I hate to be rude, but I have to go. I have to go see the Headmaster. Please excuse me." She said, offering her most apologetic smile.

"Sure." He said, and he smiled at her one last time before she rushed out the doors.

He walked over to Lily. She was staring into space while her quill dripped ink all over the pages of her notebook.

"Lily?" He asked, not used to seeing her zone off like this.

"Hmm?" She said, jumping at the sound of her name. She saw him and smiled.

"Remus. There you are. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about our study time." Remus went over and sat down beside her.

"I just had the most peculiar encounter." He said as he took his things from his bag.

She smiled. "Oh, really? So did I, as a matter of fact. What was yours?" She asked.

"Well, I was coming in here to meet you and as I came around the corner, I ran smack into somebody. It was a girl I'd never seen before. She was wearing a Gryffindor tie, though, and she seemed rather…"

"Flighty?" Lily supplied. He nodded.

"Yes. That's it."

"I met her a moment ago. She just appeared in front of me and started gathering her things. Well, she mistakenly grabbed some of mine, so I told her, and she introduced her self. Hermione Granger. Does that sound familiar to you?" She asked.

He shook his head. "Me either." She said.

The two sat there in silence for a second, each trying to figure out the mysterious new Gryffindor seventh year, Hermione Granger. There thoughts were interrupted, however, as Lily looked up to the entrance to the library and saw none other than Sirius Black and James Potter entering, talking in whispers amongst themselves.

"Oh, bullocks!" Lily exclaimed, standing up and rushing to gather her things.

Remus couldn't help but laugh. "Why don't you tell him how you feel, Lily. That would be far better than avoiding him." he said. Lily looked appalled.

"Are you nutters? How can I just tell James Potter that I have feelings for him, when I treated him so badly for 6 years? No, it's best that I just go…besides, he doesn't even like me anymore anyway." She said, rushing past James and Sirius and out of the library.

Remus shook his head. James and Sirius approached, James taking Lily's old seat and Sirius sitting beside Remus.

"Where's she going in such a hurry?" Sirius asked. James tried to act as if he didn't care, but Remus knew his ears were trained on him anyway.

"Oh, I don't know. Avoiding her homework, I suppose." He said coolly, trying to get his point across. He looked at James with hopeful eyes.

"Probably going to go be with her friends. They are so much more mature than we are, after all." James said sarcastically. Remus frowned. Yet again his point had been missed by kilometers.

Sirius ignored him. Lately they all had been. Remus had even found himself ignoring Lily as well, for all each one could do was talk about the other. Lily would tell Remus how much she liked James and regretted the past 6 years, and James would tell them all how he was over Lily (Which everyone knew was a complete lie.). Frankly, it grew rather annoying.

"So, do you have any idea who this new girl is? Prongs and I saw her heading towards Professor Dumbledores office on our way here." he said, drawing James back to the point at hand.

"Yeah, and she looked rather pretty, if you ask me."

Remus' stomach tightened. Part of him wanted to lash out at James for talking about her and tell her that she was his, but the other part, the sensible part, reminded him that he didn't even know her. Damn the level-headedness.

"Well, actually, I don't know her, per say, but I did run into her earlier." Literally, he added in his head. "Lily did too, and she actually held a conversation with her. Her name is Hermione Granger, and she is a seventh year, and surprisingly, a Gryffindor. But neither of us seem to have ever seen her before." He finished, watching both his friends' faces. They looked just as befuddled as he was.

"Weird." James said finally. Sirius nodded.

"Yep. Sure is. I can normally remember who I've snogged and who I haven't."