So here is the newly fixed chapter. I've decided to completely rewrite this story. Some things are the same, but I've updated the rest! Hope you like this better!

It was mid-November. My sixth year of Hogwarts. Ron and Lavender had successfully snogged in every corner of the Gryffindor Common Room. And the corridor just beside the Room of Requirement. I was absolutely disgusted.

I caught sight of Ron's red hair being submerged in a bush of golden blonde. I shut my book in disgust, shoving my bookbag full. I slung the fifty pound object over my shoulder, narrowly missing Harry's head.

"Going to bed?" He followed my gaze, obviously thinking better of his question. "See you at breakfast."

"If I have an appetite," I muttered. "Goodnight, Harry."

He watched me leave, I know. Somehow, he was under the notion I would hex Lavender Brown. I already had to share a dorm with her. That would just make unneccessary enemies in the war.

I found my journal I had been writing all my recent research in. The spell I had developed. And the time-turner from the binding. I slunk the golden chain around my neck, taking a deep breath. My insanity over Ron had driven me to this point. I concluded that leaving would be the best option.

A note to Ginny, I believed, would explain everything. I scribbled down the brief note.

Ginny,

Check the fireplace in the Shrieking Shack. I'm sorry.

Hermione

I made my way to her bed, in the empty room, and placed it on her pillow, where she would see it. I then took a piece of parchment and performed the Tempus charm. 8:59, 18 November, 1996. I quickly wrote it down, knowing that Ginny would receive the note in just a few minutes. I had to be swift.

I turned the time turner twenty times before letting it loose and speaking the incantation. "Annulus Tempo."

September first, 1977. My destination. The time blurred around me so fast I couldn't make out people's faces. Only my own as I constantly watched myself enter and then leave, getting younger each second. Then I no longer entered. I no longer left. I had hit the eighties. Unfamiliar blurs entered and left. I recognized a red-head that looked suspiciously like Charlie Weasley, and another like Bill, but they were gone.

When time stopped, it was nearly noon. I had a blinding headache. I barely even registered I was on the floor. My eyes screwed shut as I stayed still a moment. A few moments later, I realized that I had successfully invented a new spell, time traveled in years, not hours, and was successfully in the Marauder age.

It was nearly noon, I deduced from the Tempus charm. The date was what I wanted. The first of September. I made sure my trunk was in my back pocket, and nodded to myself when I found it was. I cautiously exited the room and made my way to the common room, where Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, and another Professor I didn't recognize. I froze, my steps stopping.

"I'm telling you, Minerva, a tempus charm was cast," Professor Dumbledore spoke. "The wards alerted me immediately."

"Surely, Professor Dumbledore, any student would have been caught by the elv-" the professor I did not know had spoken, but stopped when their eyes spotted me. "I think I've found the culprit."

I quickly straightened up and smoothed down my Gryffindor uniform. I did not expect them to be here as a result of my magic. Stupid, Hermione. You could have successfully made it to … to someplace before now!

"Excuse me, Miss...?"

"Granger, sir," I answered, timidly finishing walking down the steps, "Hermione Granger."

"Miss Granger," he finished. "What are you doing here?" His eyes twinkled as brightly as I had ever seen as he watched me. I was lost for words for a moment, before I found my voice.

"Oh, um, Professor Dumbledore. I believe this is something that should be spoke about in private, if you don't mind."

He raised an eyebrow, and stroked his shortened beard thoughtfully, before nodding. "Yes, that would be wise. Professor McGonagall, please, take Professor Portage to my office, we will resume our conversation there."

"Of course, Professor," Professor McGonagall nodded stiffly, eying me distrustfully.

Once the portrait swung shut behind them, Professor Dumbledore gestured for me to sit, "Care for a lemon drop, Miss Granger?"

"Just one," I amended, taking the sour candy from his outstretched hand. It was not blackened like it was the beginning of the year, my time.

"And what is it you wish to tell me, my dear girl?" he asked thoughtfully after sucking on his own candy for a few moments of silence.

"As I am sure you know, Professor, I am not a student here... currently, that is."

"Yes, I believe I have come to that conclusion," Professor Dumbledore chuckled.

I nodded, "How foolish of me, of course you have. You see, sir, I am from the future. I-I developed this spell," I pulled my time-turner from my robes, "It sends a person back however many years they turn it, not hours." He nodded, waiting for me to continue. "In my time, there is a war," I continued, dutifully. "And Lord Voldemort is back in power- and by back I mean, he vanished about five years from now, after trying to kill a baby, but he could not."

"A child defeated him?" he asked, curious.

I nodded, "Harry Potter, sir. James and Lily's son. On Halloween, just a year after Harry was born. James and Lily, regrettably, died. Harry was the only survivor. But in 1995, in May, the Tri-Wizard Tournament was held. And Harry was in the final task, along with Cedric Diggory-"

"I see, the Tri-Wizard Task has not been held for many centuries-"

"The Ministry deemed the world safe enough," I explained hastilly before continuing with the story. "They were tricked and in the end of the third task, they both grabbed the goblet. But it was a port-key. Sending them to a graveyard. A graveyard of Tom Riddle."

"I see."

I nodded, continuing once more as he listened intently, "Peter Pettigrew murdered Cedric Diggory on the Dark Lord's orders. And then Harry was forced to comply in a resurrection ritual. Eventually, Harry managed to escape and brought Cedric's body back. Voldemort had returned. I couldn't let that happen. I have to change history, at least in the long run."

Dumbledore nodded, "Very well. How old are you?"

"Seventeen, sir. But eighteen if you count the year I took using a time-turner." He raised an eyebrow, silently asking for an explanation. "I wanted to take extra classes."

He chuckled, "You seem the type. And what year were you entering?"

"Sixth, sir," I told him.

"And your house?"

I gestured to my sweater, "Gryffindor, sir."

"Do you support, work for, or are friendly with anyone working for Voldemort, or Voldemort himself?"

"No," I said forcefully, shaking my head. "Never. He's a mass-murdering lunatic, sir."

"Do you know of any means to contact where you came from?"

I shook my head. "I was going to leave letters in the fireplace of the Shrieking Shack, but that may not work."

"I believe we can have you resume your studies. Do you have supplies?"

I nodded, elated, "Yes, sir, I have everything that should be required on the book list."

"Very well, if you find you do not, just come to my office and I will provide you with the things you need. Do you have money with you, dear?"

I held up a coin pouch, one I had gotten for my birthday from Harry this, er, in 1996. "I restocked before I left. I have my trunk with my robes and books from my years. They are in my pocket."

"You sound like an intelligent girl, Miss Granger. Therefore, I believe I should place you in seventh year Gryffindor. You seem to be well acquainted with the Potter's, and you'll find James Potter and Lily Evans in their seventh year as well. Lily Evans is our Head Girl, Remus Lupin, another seventh year of Gryffindor, is Head boy. If you should need any assisting in your studies, I strongly suggest either of them. Now, let me go inform the teachers of their newest student." He rose and I did as well.

I nodded. "Thank you, Professor. This means so much to me. I'm terribly sorry for barging in like this and I won't make you regret this."

"I'm sure you won't, Miss Granger. And it is of no consequence to me you are here. May I ask two more questions?"

I nodded, incredulous he even had to ask. "Of course, sir."

"Why did you come to this specific era?"

I sighed, "I know some other people in this era, and I hoped that things would be able to change easiest with the era it started in."

He took my answer into consideration, and then nodded. "And do you know the password?"

"No, sir."

"Phoenix Feather," he told me curtly. "Now, thank you very much. I suggest you claim your bed before the train arrives." He made his way to the door before stopping and turning, his hand in his robes. "Oh, and before I forget, this came to me earlier today and a feeling told me to keep it on my person until I should need to give it away. Here you are." He offered me an envelope and I noticed my name written in a dark ink. Taking it, I recognized it as a Hogwarts letter.

"Sir-"

"Magic has a mysterious way of making everything right, Miss Granger. I hope to see you at the Feast."

"Of course, sir. Thank you," I said sincerely as I watched him leave.

I opened the letter, breaking the seal, and read the book list. I sighed in relief when I realized I had all those books. Most of them I had stolen from Sirius's library. A seventh year! Goodness! I was skipping a year! It was my dream come true, honestly. I had taken them from the library last Christmas, having asked Sirius what his seventh year books were. He said I could keep them. He couldn't ever concentrate in school anyway, and didn't need them.

I migrated to the dormitory, placing my trunk at the foot of a bed by the door. I opened it, shuffling everything around so that it was organized neatly. I then pulled out a piece of parchment and began writing my first letter to Ginny.

Dear Ginny,

My spell was a success. Can you believe it! I've arrived in 1977. And Professor Dumbledore has allowed me to skip a year. Being eighteen in age, I guess it is only natural. I didn't tell him everything that happened in our years. I didn't want to reveal too much. But he has allowed me to stay, knowing as much as he does. He knows I wish to change the future, and I can only hope I can succeed. I don't want anyone to die. If I can help it, no one will die in this war ever again. He won't be brought back. We'll live in peace. That is, if I can succeed. I do not know if I will as of now. I don't have a plan yet. But I'm working on it.

I hope everything's well and that one day you can forgive me for leaving. It was never you, nor Harry, nor Ron, that drove me away. Okay, partially Ron. You know why. I need some time and this seems to be the best reason to make my time productive.

Take care,

Hermione.

From the window, I spotted a red steam-engine pulling into Hogsmeade. Was it that time already?

I quickly rolled up the letter and hid it in my trunk, vowing to place it in the Shrieking Shack soon. I neatly shut it and made sure my uniform was in utmost perfection. Then, about fifteen minutes later, I made my way to the Entrance Hall. Hiding behind the doors, I heard voices approaching. The doors then opened and I felt my stomach erupt into butterflies. Come on, Hermione. You can do this. I stepped from my hiding spot and into the crowd, not paying attention to who I was walking beside before she cleared her throat.

She had deep red hair, green eyes that looked familiar, and slight freckles. Almost like a Weasley. Perhaps she was. But that didn't make sense. Molly and Arthur didn't have any sisters. And I knew they had already graduated. Bill was nine years older than I, meaning he was born about seven years ago.

"Are you new this year? Did you just transfer?" The girl asked, her frown evident as she talked. "I don't recognize you."

I nodded, "Yes. My name's Hermione Granger. And you are?"

"Lily Evans." Harry's mum! That's why she looked so familiar. I spotted her Head Girl badge. "I'm Head Girl," she said, noticing my attention on her badge with the large H on it. "Do you know what House you're in?"

"Gryffindor, and it's nice to meet you."

She smiled, "Me too! Wonderful. Have you met anyone yet?" I shook my head, not wanting to let on I knew at least three others. She smiled brighter, "Great. Do you want to sit with me?"

"I would love to!" I beamed, relieved I didn't have to find a seat.

"Hey, look! Evans has a new friend!" I heard a familiar voice shout. I turned and saw two boys walking towards us. Another boy, who looked nearly identical to Harry – assuming he was James – was right behind the duo, and a boy with grungy looking skin had to be Peter. That made the two boys in front Sirius and Remus. Sirius had wavy black hair that was short, but seemed to suit him. He had a wolfish grin on his face and he obviously had spoken, for Remus – who looked nearly identical as he did in my time – elbowed him roughly. Sirius's gray eyes, unwavering as they met my own brown, seemed to twinkle in interest. Holy Merlin's Mustache!

"Oi, what as that for, Moony?"

"Come on, Hermione." Lily said, grabbing my arm. "Let's not let these pricks spoil the start of the new year."

I spun around, shocked. I followed her quickly to her seat, and sat beside her. Discretely, I looked to my left as I saw the Marauders sit down and spotted Sirius. He was muscular and tanner than before he died. His jaw and nose were perfectly angular. He was cleaner than I have ever seen him, and I understood why he called now his "his glory days." His robes were cleanly cut. His smile was amazing. Nothing like I've seen before. He was just- What am I thinking? That guy is like an uncle to me!

She laughed, "Don't look back, but the two up front were Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. The two behind them were Peter Pettigrew and James Potter." She sounded positively annoyed. How did James and Lily start dating? They sound like they absolutely hate each other!

"Really?" I asked, feigning naivity.

She nodded, "They're bad news. Always make Gryffindor lose fifty points the first night. Have you heard of them?"

I shrugged, "The names sound familiar. Isn't James the seeker?

"Yeah, he is top of the school teams since Hogwarts was built." Her voice held a tint of disappointment as she spoke. Perhaps she was hoping I hadn't heard of them. "Don't let that fool you, the picks on anyone he can."

I laughed, "I'm guessing they pick on you and your friends a lot."

She smiled. "You'll never guess."

She introduced me to people I didn't really know that had sat around us.

"Guys, this is Hermione Granger. Hermione, this is Alice Pevernell, Dorcas Meadowes, Marlene McKinnon, and that's Frank Longbottom, Alice's boyfriend," Neville's parents looked exactly like him in every way. I smiled at everyone kindly.

"So what year are you in?" Dorcas asked. Merlin, she was just as gorgeous as Sirius had said over that Christmas. Her hair was dead straight black and her eyes were a gorgeous gold. There are reasons why girls feel bad about themselves, and she's one.

"Seventh," I answered, not helping that I felt intimidated by her.

"Awesome, same as us," she grinned, showing off her perfect teeth. Wonderful... "Welcome to Hogwarts. Oh, and don't let Lily make you hate the boys just yet. They just like having some fun."

"You only have to say that because you're dating Lupin," Lily retorted bitterly.

"I disagree!" Alice laughed. "She's only saying it because she wants Remus to keep her for a little while."

Dorcas rolled her eyes, "No, that is not why. I'm saying it because it's true. Lily here is James's love interest, but she won't give him the light of day," Dorcas explained to me. "He's the one with the circle glasses." I followed her gaze and saw all of the Marauders watching me. I quickly looked away and Dorcas rolled her eyes. "Trust me, he's about as in love with Lils as magic is real."

"Anyways," Marlene McKinnon said, abruptly getting the subject off Lily and James, "Sirius is the boy besides Remus, the sandy haired boy. And I'm dating Peter, the other one."

Alice rolled her eyes, "I don't know what you see in him."

"He's nice," Marlene defended.

I had to smile at how they bantered and gossiped like close friends. I was never too close to anyone in my dorm where I could talk like that with anyone. The boys would probably have a heart attack if I told them Cormac was cute and Ginny was always off snogging Dean or gossiping with her other friends. It was nice.

They were quickly shut up as Dumbledore started his speech. I started to eat as soon as he finished, as did the others. During desert – a delicious vanilla pudding – we were ambused by the Marauders.

"So, Evans, who's this?" Sirius asked, looking me over.

"This is Hermione Granger, she's a seventh year with us," Dorcas said before Lily could tell them to sod off. By the look on her face, I could tell it was close to escaping.

I scrutinized them, now that they were closer.

"Already talk trash about us, Dork?" Remus laughed, seeing the look on my face.

"Of course, Rem," I heard Dorcas say as I looked him over. His sandy hair was the same cut as Sirius, only it was straight and parted the other way. His Head Boy badge was shining in the candlelight.

I cut off my scrutiny and smiled at them, "It's nice to meet you" I told them.

"Likewise," Sirius winked. I felt my cheeks heat up slightly and quickly distracted myself as James began to talk.

"So, where are you from?" James asked.

"Um, I was in Beauxbatons," I thought up quickly. I should have asked Dumbledore this. "My parents moved to France when I was six and I decided to go to Hogwarts. Glad I decided to."

"So, how was Beauxbatons?" Sirius asked, hopping into the seat next to Marlene and leaning across the table, his head resting on his hands as he watched me.

"Um, okay, actually. I couldn't handle the frilly girls drolling over the Durmstrang boys so I had my parents move to London."

Lily laughed, "Well, we certainly don't drool over Durmstrang boys here."

"Then this school is going to be perfect!" I simply stated.

"Your parents are Muggles?" Lily guessed.

"Yes, how did you know?" I asked, shocked. I noticed Peter grimace slightly at my admission and Sirius seemed intrigued.

"I'm from a Muggle family as well. My sister is the only one that doesn't approve of magic."

I smiled, remembering what Harry said about his Aunt Petunia. I almost wasn't aware of the boys still standing there. "You are such a sweet person. If I ever meet your sister, she is going to be scared out of her little white panty-hose, I assure you."

Lily laughed. "I have to at least have a picture when that happens."

"No, you get front row seats."

"How... Slytherin," Sirius commented, smirking.

I shrugged. "I took out some boys before." I remembered when I punched Malfoy in third year.

They looked at me shocked. "Who?"

"I know for a fact that you don't know him."

"How so?"

"He goes to a different magic school."

It was sorta true.

"Where?"

"Durmstrang." I said, coming up with the first thing that came to mind.

They looked pretty impressed. "Really? That's pretty good. Those guys are huge!"

I shrugged, "They just have to be up north. I'm surprised they don't freeze to death."

"Been to Durmstrang, have you?"

"I've read," I covered up quickly.

"Another bookworm?" Sirius groaned. "Alright, this is where I take my leave. Guys, I believe Peeves has ordered a meeting-"

"Don't you dare!" Lily whispered furiously.

"What are you going to do, Evans?" Sirius challenged.

"Take away twenty points," Lily threatened. "Each."

Sirius rolled his eyes, "Like to see you try."

"Twenty points from Gryffindor for even thinking up a silly prank that will get you expelled!"

"Bloody hell, Evans," Sirius muttered. "Taking points from your own house is just making everyone hate you."

"Look, maybe you should listen to her," I felt myself saying as Lily's eyes welled up with tears at Sirius's comment. That was harsh of him to say. "You're only going to get expelled or hurt or something-"

"Nice to know you care," Sirius winked before leaving. The three other boys followed, two of them kissing their respective girl friends. Marlene only received a kiss on the cheek. For which I was thankful. I just might have vomited if he kissed her on the lips. Peter looked just as disgusting as he did that day in the Shrieking Shack.

"What the hell was that?" Lily whispered.

"He shouldn't have said that," I told her simply. Dorcas gave me a bright smile.

"You're alright, Hermione," Dorcas smirked. "Come on, let's get to the Dormitory. We'll show you the way."

We got into our respective beds, after I was interrogated on who I thought was the cutest, and if I was going to persue them. I told them no one was cute and changed quickly into my pajamas.

"Girls, leave her alone. It's her first night back. Goodnight, Hermione. Classes tomorrow! Aren't you excited?"

"Extremely," I told her honestly. My first day of seventh year classes! "Night, everyone."

I fell asleep after a few minutes, debating on if I should become an animagus. I decided it would be worth it. I could escape things quickly, and it may be easier to accomplish if I could get the Marauder's to help. But the only one I could probably stand would be Remus. James would be asking about Lily, if I was correct. And Peter I would probably choke. Sirius would just end up either saying something rude or I would never concentrate on anything.

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