AN: Another time traveling fic. How ironic. Lol! Well I hope you will take time to read this anyways. Hermione is going through time, to save Sirius for Harry. Only, she goes back in time where Sirius is a student at Hogwarts, and so is Professor Lupin. Dun, dun, dun. Well, this has a typical love tangle in here as well, between Remus/Hermione/Sirius. Read and Review! The next chapter should come shortly!

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Hermione ran down the spiral staircase, throwing her hair up in a bun as she did so. She overslept this morning, and was dreadfully late to meet Ron and Harry for breakfast. Many students gave Hermione suspicious stares when she ran down the corridors, and into the Great Hall. She straightened her robes before sitting with Ron and Harry.

"Sorry I'm late," Said Hermione apologetically, "I overslept."

"We were wondering where you were at." Ron said.

Harry kept quiet; he hardly even looked at Hermione when she sat down. She noticed he had dark circles around his eyes from his lack of sleep. Poor Harry, he's been through so much. If only, somehow, she could change his past. Perhaps she could save him from this agony. Hermione sighed, knowing very well how impossible it was.

"So, Harry, how is Quidditch coming along?" Hermione asked, trying to lighten his mood.

"Fine." Harry said.

Hermione sensed that he was in no disposition to strike a conversation with someone just yet. Under the table, Hermione grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Finally he looked up at her. Hermione smiled sincerely, and he returned the gesture. It was the first time in a long time that she saw him smile like that.

"I'm going to the lake this afternoon to study, I heard it's going to be a very nice day out, any of you care to join me?" Hermione said, releasing Harry's hand.

Ron grumbles, "Is studying all you think about?"

"It's something you should think about more often." Hermione snapped.

"I'm serious Hermione, you seem to care about nothing else." Ron said, stuffing toast in his mouth.

"And all you think about is yourself! I can't believe how inconsiderate you can be!" Hermione screeched, she didn't notice how many students were listening in now.

"Both of you! Please, stop!" Harry said.

"And I can't believe how bloody anoying you are!" Ron spat.

"Stop!" Harry yelled.

Hermione and Ron looked at Harry, then their mouths shut in an instant. Both of them knew the ordeal that Harry was going through, and the last thing Harry needed was his friends bickering over his shoulder. Before Ron could think up something else to argue about she stood up abruptly, glaring daggers at Ron before departing. Harry watched sorrowfully as Hermione left the Great Hall.

"Gee Ron, did you have to go and do that?" Harry said, standing up to and leaving.

"What I do?" Ron asked baffled.

Harry never found Hermione until late that afternoon. She was at the exact place she told Ron and him that she was going to be at. As usual, Hermione had a book prompt up on her knees, as she was too engrossed in the book to realize that he was standing over her.

"Hermione?" Harry said. She grunts in response. So he sits down in the grass beside her. "Still mad at Ron, huh?"

"He's a git, and I don't want to discuss him at this moment." She huffed, only tearing away from the book to look at him. She looked troubled, and it made Harry wander if it really was Ron she was worried about.

"Well if you are worried about Ron, I must say that he was very upset after he realized how snappy he was towards you." Harry said.

"It's not Ron I'm worried about Harry, it's you." Hermione said, and sighed in exasperation.

"Why me?"

"Because you have not been yourself since, well, you know." She hesitated.

"Yeah, I know." Harry said. Feeling uneasy about the change of conversation.

"Is there anything you want to talk about?"

"No! I don't want to talk about any of it." Harry was beginning to raise his voice to her.

"Harry, what happened was not your fault," Hermione said sadly, "Sirius died protecting you, there was no way you could have predicted what was going to happen."

"Don't you dare say his name again! It was my fault! All of it was my doing, I hurt you, and everyone else!" Harry shouted, he was close to the edge of tears when he ran off. Hermione thought about following after him, but went against it.

Hermione neglected her book and pulled her legs closer to her chest, hugging them tightly with all her might. If only things could be like the way they were before. Hermione stared at the lake in daze, the afternoon sun reflecting over its surface, making the water look like sparkling diamonds. Why couldn't every thing be like their first year at Hogwarts. Harry had been so happy then, and Ron, well, not much has changed in Ron. Except, perhaps, his little crush on her. But Hermione didn't really like him like that. They were still friends, but often got on each other's nerves. When she graduates next year, she'll always remember her teachers. Specifically her Potions Teacher, the one who despised them all, yet still protected them when the time caused for it.

Hermione giggled when she recalled setting his robes on fire to protect Harry, because they thought Snape was trying to curse Harry on his broomstick. two years in a row, Harry had fought bravely against Voldemort. But besides their constant battles, Hermione loved the memories with her friends. Their third year was somehow her favorite year. It was the time when they first met Professor Lupin, and of course Sirius Black. Hermione had turned time around just to save Sirius from a horrid fate. She also remembered when he said that she was the most brilliant witch of her time, and blushed at his comment.

Something then dawned on Hermione's brain. The Time Turner! It saved Sirius once, why not again. Why didn't she think of it before? Hermione quickly went into thinking mode. Maybe, a few rule breaking was in order here. Should she tell Harry about it? Or should this be a single quest? Well, it was worth a shot. If she got anyone else involved, it would take time. What Hermione needed was the time to change back what shouldn't have been. But then Dumbledores words echoed through her mind, "Miss Granger, you know the law- you know what is at stake... you-must-not-be-seen." He warned her of that the time Harry and herself went off to rescue Sirius and Buckbeak. The only reason she got the Time Turner was to help her in her studies, because the Ministry found that she was responsible enough to handle it, and she was able enough to obey the law. She would breaking a great rule here. Hermione had no plot behind this like the last time. Then Hermione thought of Harry's face, how glum and unhappy he was. "I'm doing this for you Harry." Hermione whispered to the wind.

There was not another moment to lose; she still had the Time Turner in her room because she had extra classes to take this year as well. Hermione made pace, she hastily made it to the girl's dormitory. Thankfully, no one was there. She slipped her hand through the pillowcase and pulled out the hourglass necklace. Hermione threw it around her neck, then started to pack things into her school bag, just in case. She was just about ready when an owl swooped through one of the windows and dropped a letter into her hands, and flew off. It was a letter from her parents; she would read it later. Hermione stuffed the note in her robe pocket, and grabbed her school bag with things she needed to go back in time, just in case it took longer than she would hope, and she made sure that Neville would give Harry and Ron her note.

Hermione turned the hourglass several times, she heard someone enter the dormitory and panicked. She turned the hourglass more times than she should have. Now she might not make it back to the time before Sirius went behind the veil. Everything blurred before her eyes; she was traveling through time, faster and faster. Colors blending with each other, twirling together. The sight was making Hermione almost nauseated, her head was spinning, and she was about to feel faint until finally everything paused. Hermione was still in the girl's dormitory, but in what time? She didn't know. All she knew was that the trip through time was exhilarating. She didn't realize how dizzy she was until she fell to the floor, hearing the sound of broken glass, and sudden screams of frightened 6th year girls.