Ello Ello Ello!!!!!, This is your lovely author ElliotsLover~DracosWife!!!!! Unfortuantely i will not be writing about either fellow because i am finally putting this story i have had in mind down on paper!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is about HERMIONExSIRIUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yayness. BTW, to all my ElliotXsarah fans, i will post the sequel soon but give me time because i have tons of missing work BUT, it is spring break after all so i will be able to hopefully publish more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ta-ta!!

McGonagall paced back and forth in her new office reserved for the Headmaster/mistress of Hogwarts. An old face looked down from the wall he hanged on and smiled at the woman

"Fear not Minerva, this must be done." Albus said in a soothing tone.

"I know it must be done. I cannot help feeling guilty though." Minerva stopped and looked at the portrait of the recently deceased Headmaster. "These girls have already been through so much. Luna has lost both her mother and father, and now her fiancé. Ginny's family has dwindled to only her, her mother, George and Charlie. And Hermione," She sighed. Hermione had it the worst. Her whole family was wiped out in front of her as was her best friend. Ron Weasley was undoubtedly one of the most devastating deaths of them all. Best Friend of Hermione, Brother to Ginny and Fiancé to Luna.

A knock on the door brought Minerva from her thoughts. "Come in," she answered. The door opened to reveal three young women, all different yet very much the same. They each sat down in the chairs provided, Hermione in the middle as always. Not surprising, McGonagall mused. It was only natural for the other two to follow Hermione. She was a born leader.

"You wish to see us Professor?" Hermione's voice, no longer that of a care free child, but cool and controlled, like a true soldier.

"Yes," Minerva turned and sat at the old desk in front of them. "I did. I have recently heard wind of Voldemort's new plan. He is going to use time travel to change the course of history. My sources tell me he is planning on sending back death eaters roughly 28 years into the past. Yes, I see that you realize that Harry's parents as well as the rest of the Marauders will be in their 7th year. Your mission is to travel back in time and guard the school. We do not know the extent of the Dark Lord's plan so you must be extremely careful. I have already gone back in time and informed Professor Dumbledore what to expect from you three. Do you accept this mission?" In true battle fashion, their faces gave nothing away. Only a trained warrior would be able to detect the twitch of Hermione's hand, and a responding movement from the other two.

"We accept." Hermione answered for them all.

"Very well," Minerva replied with a nod. "Return here at midnight." She did not need to say anymore. She knew Hermione would go tell Harry the mission once they left. She knew there would be no tears, just a simple 'Good Luck' that went with every Witch or Wizard sent out on a difficult task.

1976 (28 years prior)

Three dashingly handsome young men stroll into the Great Hall with an air of confidence.

"Wonder what this about?" The shaggy black haired one said as he winked at a passing 4th year.

"I don't Padfoot," The dark brown haired one to his right answered. "Dumbledore just said to come to dinner early." His vision got distracted as a blur of red hair rushed before him.

"Hey Evans!" The girl stopped for just a moment then proceeded to the Gryffindor Table, ignoring her caller. The man sighed and sat down with the rest of his friends. A boy with sandy blonde hair looked up and stared at his depressed friend. James was always trying to talk to Lily. He felt sorry for his dear friend as he knew that James really did love her.

"You know," he started, still staring at the sullen boy, "you might want to try calling her Lily?" James's eyes got bright and he could see the wheels turning in his mind.

"Remus has a point Prongs" The third member said as yet another girl passed by them.

"Hi Sirius!" She spoke with a little too much enthusiasm. Not remembering this girls name, Sirius simply nodded in return. Remus shook his head at his other friend. He, Remus concluded, was the only sane one about love and relationships in the group: Stay away from them. It had trouble written all over it and especially with his . . . condition.

The student's attention was called as Dumbledore stepped up to the golden podium in his violet robes.

"Good evening," he started," I know you are all very curious as to why you are here early. You see, two days ago, I had a peculiar encounter with a very strange woman. She was apparently from the future, where time travel is much more advanced, and was sent to prepare me. In fact this woman was our very own Professor McGonagall in 28 years time. As you all know, the Dark Lord Voldemort," Many shuddered at the name, "is on the rise. The Future Professor told me that a full blown war between the Light and Dark is occurring in her time. She warned me of a plan Voldemort conceived involving time travel, specifically to this era. She would not indulge any more information, except that she believes it would be best if the school was guarded by people of her own time because of our lack of knowledge and experience in this situation. She informed me she would be sending her three best and brightest soldiers. Yes, soldiers." Albus looked pained when he finished. He was shocked at how long this battle would last. By the end of the speech, every mouth in the great hall was on the floor. Soldiers from the future were coming to Hogwarts to protect them?! Every mind was trying to picture what they looked like. Old Witches and Wizards with decades of experience. How wrong they were.

Albus continued, "They will be arriving here shortly and I wanted to prepare you all before they came." The minute he finished, the ceiling started swirling into one spot. It grew larger and larger, as if it was forming a black hole. A flash of light burst through the Great Hall and everyone shielded their eyes quickly. When they turned back, they saw Professor McGonagall, or at least, an older one then they know, gently glide down from the ceiling and walking up to the Headmaster. Mouths dropped once more. Students would look between 'young' McGonagall, and 'old' McGonagall. Silence continued to fill the room as everyone tried to process this new miracle.

"Minerva, I did not know you would be coming as well." Albus said stepping towards the aged teacher.

"I will not stay long, only to introduce you to Hogwart's new Guardians." Her voice was almost exactly the same as they were used too, only some noticed the aged wisdom it contained. "I should probably mention," She continued, "and warn you about who I have sent. These are my three top warriors. They can out duel, both magically and physically, any opponent they come up against." She looked toward the rest of us, her voice ringing out through the silent Hall. "Do not cross them. I warn you now, each has different temper, and I have seen them all. By the time they would be done with you, I guarantee, you would be begging for Voldemort himself. There is a great chance that when you first lay eyes on them, you will disregard everything I say, but believe me," she turned, staring directly at Albus once again, "it will only take one mistake to change your mind." Albus's eyes twinkled even brighter.

"Well, we must not keep the students waiting any longer," he said. "Let them come." Minerva turned her back towards Dumbledore and stared at the ceiling's gaping black hole. She lifted her wand and sent red sparks through the darkness, allowing them to be swallowed. The trench started pulsating and all of a sudden a figure dropped down. She had short, layered albino white hair and her grey eyes had a vacant look that you would find on a blind person. She had on long, light, jean shorts and dark blue tank top. There were two things about the girl that made everyone gasp and eyes get even wider. The first was the girl's age. She looked no more than 19 years old; probably even younger than that. Their version of the Guardians completely shattered at the sight of this blonde teenager. At first glance, they couldn't understand how this woman was supposed to protect them, and then they saw her body. What showed of her right leg had blotches of darkened red and black, obviously from magical fire, otherwise it could have been healed. Her left leg had 5 deep gashes down it. The scars looked about 3-4 years old. Her shirt had ridden up slightly at the jump and you could see part of her stomach that had a mixture of burns and cuts. Her right arm only showed another five lines that at first glance you would guess were bracelets. But what scared everyone the most was her left shoulder. A large, red and pink bite mark was seen through the tank top strap. Everyone, even first years, knew that was a werewolf bite.

The girl moved to the left (right next to Gryffindor table) and got in a soldier stance; feet shoulder width apart and hands clasped behind her back as she waited for her comrades.

The gap began to move once again and another body dropped through. With long red hair that rivaled Lily Evan's tied into a pony tail, the girl wore a forest green top and a pair of dark jean Capri's. Once again, the shock of the girl's age took most by surprise since she looked about the same as the other one. Her blue eyes were cool and collected as she got into the same stance as the first girl. The red head was also covered in scars, but these were out of place and disorganized. Most people gathered that they were from seriously dark curses in order for them to still be visible.

By the time the last and final girl came, they thought they were prepared this time. They were wrong yet again. This girl had small, jean shorts with a blood red, spaghetti strap top covered by a black leather jacket. She was obviously a couple years older than the other two and had an aura of leadership around her. Students noticed that the scars on her legs seemed constructed. One of the scars was angry and red and started from beneath her shorts, and spiraled around and down her leg all the way to her ankle. The other leg was covered in a series of badly shaped skulls and snakes. Realization hit quick. These were not made in battle, but in torture. The worst part of her though, was her eyes. Her straight, dark brown hair grew into ringlets near her hips and her bangs parted to a side, leaving just enough room to see her chocolate brown eyes, and what a sight they were. They were cold and unfeeling. They showed visions of war and death. They told anyone that stared into them of the pain that she has faced and triumphed, leaving the scars to prove the point further. Only two things were certain about all three girls; all of them know of war and battle, and they were all extremely beautiful. The last one was mainly thought by the guys in the room because even though they were covered in wounds, every male student's pants got a little tighter when they stood up.

The brown haired girl didn't stop like the others and walked ahead to the future Minerva and the blonde and red-head followed obediently. Yes, she was defiantly the leader. When they reached the professors, 'old' McGonagall stepped to the side and turned so she could face both the girls and Albus.

"Headmaster," She introduced, "These are the Guardians. This," pointing to the blonde, "is Luna Lovegood. Ginny Weasley," nodding to the red head, "And this is Hermione Granger." They nodded at the aging Professor in greeting and if it was possible, his twinkle got brighter.

"It is my pleasure to welcome you to Hogwarts, although I am sure you are already very familiar with the castle."

"Well," Minerva said, "I shall be going now. I leave you in good hands." Now, if there was one person that would disregard the wise old professor's advice about the girls, it would be Sirius Black. So when Minerva said her parting farewell, you can guess who the one to snort obnoxiously was.

"Do you have something to say Mr. Black?" Albus's gazed turned to the seventh year once the Minerva had left to her own time.

"Yeah," Sirius said, ignoring the 'What the Hell?! Shut up Sirius!!' looks from his friends and continued, smirking, "I was just wondering how the hell three teenage girls are supposed to 'protect' us?"

"Do you wish for them to leave?" Dumbledore said, smiling at the young man.

"Oh no, " he replied, eyeing Hermione with keen interest though her back was still turned to him and her eyes closed in meditation, "they can stay as long as they want." His eyes traveled back to the headmaster, "I'm just wondering how they are supposed to help us when I could beat any of them with my hand tied behind my back." This, Ladies and Gentlemen, is a perfect example of Sirius Black's Ego once again setting himself up for disaster.

Before Dumbledore could reply, a soft, musical voice ran throughout the hall. "Would you like to test that theory?" Every head turned to see the blond, Luna, face Sirius, her eyes, still dreamy, showed defiance in them and a slight of arrogance.

"What?" Sirius asked in confusion. Luna smiled slightly.

"You claimed that you could beat any one of us with your hand tied behind your back. I believe the hand is a bit too much, but if you truly think you have a chance against any of us, I ask you again, would you like to prove that?" Her voice was light and dreamy. Her gaze slide to Dumbledore in question. "Professor?" Albus sighed but the smile never left his face.

"Minerva did warn me about this. Very well if you must." Luna smile widened only slightly and she turned back to Sirius.

"Since you made the challenge, why don't you choose your opponent? Which of the three of us would you like to duel?" At this, Ginny turned to finally look at Sirius, and quickly concealed her shock. He was young and fit and had not had the weight of prison upon him yet. Sirius scanned all three girls. Two were looking at him, but the brown haired one, Hermione, was it? Still had her back to him. He grinned/smirked as he made his decision.

"The one in the middle, Hermione." He noticed James and Remus giving incredulous looks.

"Are you nuts?!" James half whispered, half yelled, "She looks like she the most dangerous one of them all." Sirius smirked at this. "Honestly Prongs, What's the worst she can do?" He proceeded to stalk off around the table, leaving his friends shaking their heads at his stupidity.

At the sound of her name, Hermione's eyes snapped open. Luna and Ginny grinned at Sirius's choice. Hermione was by far one of the best duelers that the wizarding world had ever created. Hermione heard when Sirius stopped, roughly 30 feet away from them. She started to step back, turned to face him and began to pull of her jacket. He wants a duel, she thought, he'll get one. Before she had gotten the leather off her shoulders, Ginny spoke up for the first time.

"Hey Fang!" Hermione looked back in response to her nickname. Ginny grinned maliciously, her voice slow and precise. "Try not to kill him." She turned to look over Sirius once with her eyes, "He's so naïve and ignorant."

"I would have said arrogant, but ignorant works as well." Luna spoke. Hermione grinned at the two girls and pulled off the rest of her jacket, exposing her arms. Students and teachers alike gasped at what they saw. The word FILTH was cut into her upper left arm and MINE was below that on the forearm. MUDBLOOD was inscribed on her right arm from her shoulder to her wrist in big block letters. The scars were cracked and twisted, dark red and pink. She tossed her jacket to the side and looked at Sirius full on. His mouth was wide open at the discovery of her body's new addition, but it went even wider when he got a good look at her. She was stunning. Easily one of, if not the, most beautiful he had ever seen. Shaking his head and remembering what he had to do, he slowly started to raise his one. Before he could get it to its proper height for dueling, Hermione flicked her wrist, forcing her wand to come out of its invisible holster attached to her arm and quickly raised it to eye level. Nonverbally, she cast Expelliarmus on Sirius forcing him back and sending an accio for his wand soon after. In less than three seconds. Sirius was down on the floor and Hermione had both her wand in her right and had just caught his in her left, all without saying a word. His eyes grew big and wide.

"Wha-?" He didn't finish because just then she cast a body-binding spell on everything but his head. Sirius lay on the floor, face red with embarrassment and anger. Unable to think of anything smart to say, he ended up with, "You're supposed to bow before you duel". This was evidently the wrong thing to say because Hermione's eyes turned black and detached. She quickly and smoothly glided to where he lay on the floor and knelt by his head.

"Mr. Black," Her voice was low a seductive. Even though she spoke quietly, silence continued to issue through the Great Hall, enabling everyone to hear the conversation. "You claimed that I would be unable to protect you. Defending and dueling are two very different things. Out on the battlefield, there will be no counting, no bowing; it will just be you, your enemy and your wand. The only thing that matters," she looked him dead in the eye, "is how fast you can speak the words Avada Kedavra before they can." She stood up and took of the bindings but he remained on the floor. "You'd be best to keep that in mind." And with that, Hermione accioed her jacket and walked out of the room, quickly followed by Luna a Ginny, leaving a wake of awe and respect in her leave.

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