Summary: Hermione is spun into a world not her own. If she survives the House of Black, she still has to get home and what will she think of Sirius, Remus, James, and Peter now, in this time?

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Hermione looked around, surprised at the difference between this room and all the others. She saw in the corner something that surprised her, thoroughly. It was an hourglass the size of a small child. She walked forward examined it and tried to lift it, but it was much too heavy, so she moved it with her wand to hover in front of her. The sands were running very low.

"Hermione no!" she heard a familiar voice shouting. She looked over to meet the beautiful eyes of Harry's godfather, Sirius, but as she did so, her power over the hourglass was broken and it fell. It broke at her feet, the sand covering her now deeply cut up feet. The pain was instant and did not go away.

A brilliant blue light blinded Hermione before everything faded to dark again.

She looked around at her new surroundings and decided that she was no longer in the Black Mansion, or was she? Everything about it seemed similar except the stubborn layer of dust was gone, and everything was different than it had been.

"Oh my gosh. A time-turner. How could I have been so bloody stupid?" she exclaimed, angry with herself for acting as such with something in the Black house, also surprised by her words. She should have known better. She reached into her pocket and found her wand. She couldn't stand, but knew that if she was back when she thought she was, being in muggle clothes would not be very brilliant. She concentrated hard and robes appeared on her, as she gripped her wand. Her knuckles were white. She heard footsteps and suddenly remembered her hair, with a quick charm, she turned it from blonde to raven-black. She knew that being out of the sun the whole summer had made her pale enough to fit in, so she waited, trying to ignore the pain in her legs.

She tried to apperate, once her mind cleared enough to think of it, but obviously the charms prevented it in this room. For once, she hated the accursed protections of the house of Black.

"What do we have here?" a cold voice hissed. She did not recognize that voice. She looked up, into the cold beady eyes of a young woman.

Hermione's heart almost stopped completely. It was Belletrix Lestrange; she knew that face by heart and that was indeed she. She thought quickly and knew she had to make them believe she was one of them.

"Is there something you find so interesting, because staring at me is not helping me get to my feet," Hermione would have congratulated herself at the coldness in her voice had she not had to make up something else to say. "Bloody bastard Sirius Black, didn't have his wand when I attacked him, so he resorted to throwing a damned water-glass at me."

"Ah, and how did you know to come here?" Belletrix said, suspiciously.

"I believe that's none of your business, but I shall tell you. I came here, because I heard that the Blacks have good connections with the dark lord. I need revenge... revenge on Albus Dumbledore and I can't do it alone," the laced words spilled from her tongue creating and intricate design that she hoped she would remember.

"What business do you have with Albus Dumbledore?" Belletrix asked, the suspicion in her eyes fading, slowly.

"My business is my own, and you'll do well to remember that and take me to the master of this house," Hermione growled.

"What's your name, little witch?" Belletrix asked.

"I'd watch your names, because my power is many times my size," Hermione snapped, holding up her wand, dangerously. For the first time, she was actually glad her wand was black. It just tipped off the look she was giving off.

Belletrix glared into her green eyes for a moment, before walking to her and kneeling next to her. She pulled out her wand and healed the cuts with one spell. The pain ended instantly and Hermione attempted to rise gracefully, and almost fell over if she had not made a sudden shift of movement.

Belletrix raised an eyebrow at her, but she just gave her a cold look. 'Shit, I'm about to willingly go up in front of Mr. Scott Black.' She shivered, which thankfully went unnoticed by Belletrix.

As they walked through the halls, Hermione noticed the beauty that indeed did lie underneath the dust. It was a dark beauty but it was very elegant, to say the least.

"My uncle will be very pleased to accept your arrival..." she trailed off waiting for a name. I refrained from saying my own name. Somehow I felt as if I had to give another name for the new person I was creating.

"Alaira Howard, Al," Hermione stated.

"I have never heard of Howard's in the pureblood community," Belletrix said.

"I am not from a community. My family lives in solitude, a lazy bunch, mudblood lovers," Hermione hissed, wanting to hurl for saying it.

"I see, and you have been offended by Dumbledore?" Belletrix inquired.

"In more ways than one," Hermione nodded. For the quiet and evil person she was, Belletrix sure was inquisitive.

Hermione was so angry with herself for touching the time-turner. She saw Sirius' desperation in his eyes when she turned to him. He was trying to protect her from it. She was sure that he knew where it would take her, or rather... when it would take her.

Hermione glanced at Belletrix for a moment, then looked ahead. She had taken a mental picture of that gaunt face.

"What time of year is it, if you please. I think that bastard hit me in the head with a glass," Hermione said, staying in character.

"Winter, summer vacation for Hogwarts students. You look young enough to go there yourself. Seeing as you're not known by me, you may be a valuable spy at Hogwarts without any of that bloody order who call themselves, order of the parakeet or something like that. Hermione bit her tongue. Shouting out, "Order of the Phoenix, you bloody idiot," would not be good in this situation.

"Where are we going, not that I'd like to tell you I do not trust you," Hermione said, with sarcasm.

"We are going to see the master of the house. You are quite fortunate; the dark lord is here at this very moment and shall be much obliged to greet you I am sure," Belletrix said, dryly.

Hermione's heart stopped completely in her chest, and her mind was painful with terror. She thought he would see through her charade if she were not careful. She fought the terrified emotions down deep in her and forced herself to stare ahead blankly. She would survive this house. No matter what, she had to get to Sirius, or... "James Potter is alive," she thought in realization. "I have to survive to save them!" was her last thought before she stepped into the dark room lit only by a fireplace, the room that would decide her survival in this past time...

DUN DUN DUN! I hope you like it. I took someone's advice and wrote a story without origional characters so I couldn't make them Mary Sues. I guess this'll work, though I am crossing the times. Oh well, thanks for reading. I beg of you to review. PLEASE; PLEASE; PLEASE! It's easy hit the little bitty button. Click and type something in, anything I don't care. Tell me not to be an idiot and write such long instructions on how to leave a review. That's something.