Her parents were gone. Murdered while she was away at school. Ronald had broken up with her for that stupid blonde twit. Harry had been distancing himself off from the moment that she had accepted to be Ron's girlfriend. Hermione Granger may have been the smartest witch of her age, but she most certainly was not the most loved. In fact, she ventured to guess that out of everyone she knew, she was the least loved and loneliest of all. She wasn't sure how it occurred, but sixteen year old Hermione Granger was completely alone. Which was utter nonsense really—she sat in the corner of the library at Grimmauld Place cold and shivering—all she had to do was to go out into the hall and find where the other inhabitants of the house were. She didn't want to do that though, she had been pushed away enough to know that they didn't really want her here. She wasn't welcomed here anymore. The only real reason that she was even here was because Dumbledore had seen fit to place her in the safety of the Order until school started back up. Yes, Dumbledore had placed her in the safety of the people that had once loved her.

Hermione's mouth twitches slightly as it usually does when she's thinking about something depressing or sad. She thinks about how very quiet Grimmauld Place is now that Sirius is gone and she wonders briefly whether or not he would still treat her the same as before. She tsks herself softly, of course Harry's godfather would still treat her the same as before, he wouldn't have changed one bit. After all, the great Sirius Orion Black changed for no one but for his own will. She had heard the saying on multiple occasions straight from the mouth of the Marauder himself. Her mind drifts back to reality for a moment as she stares down at the book in her lap, Time Travelling: Good or Evil?, and wonders what the Marauders were like when they were younger.

She can just picture a young Sirius Black who was cocky and arrogant as he could be standing right beside his two best friends. She purposely left Peter Pettigrew out of the vision—she preferred her view of the past as good. James Potter had brown eyes and unruly black hair, he was tall for his age and always had that smirk on his face that meant he was thinking of some prank. Remus Lupin had brown hair that was a tad bit unkempt, a small smile could always be seen on his tired and worn out face. He was the only one of the group to be holding a book in Hermione's vision, because she had it on very good authority that Sirius and James preferred to do other things than 'sit in one place for hours only moving your eyes about'. She smiles to herself, because even though she knows that her vision of the Marauders was at least somewhat correct, she had no idea how accurate she was or if she should even bother to think about such a thing.

Remus had told her on multiple occasions—usually when she was extremely stressed out— that he thought that she was born in the wrong generation. He said that she would be better off in the time that he himself was a teenager, because then she could truly focus on being herself rather than keeping her attention on saving the magical world. It was right then, while Hermione Granger was thinking about what her old professor had said that she decided what she was going to do.

No matter what, whether Harry and Ron disliked the idea or not, Hermione Jane Granger was taking her future in her own hands. In order to do this, she would be doing the one thing that she had always been told. She would go back in time and live among the generation that she was often told that she belonged in. A small smile sneaks its way onto the face of the bookworm as she decides her own destiny. It was the first time in a long time that she had truly smiled.