/N: while writing a harry/tonks story occurred to me that there are very few if any stories of Tonks going back, or Tonks and Hermione going back together. The idea is now merged with my other time-turner story(Formerly known as Gold Watches and Black Leather Books). Mix together new and hopefully improved time turner fic emerges. The challenge was as follows:

Lucius or Lucius/Severus or even James/Sirius/Remus pairings.

R rating or above

NO previous relationship with Ron or Harry, unless platonic

Involvement of Abraxas Malfoy part of the challenge the rest is mine.

The story was not progressing as I envisioned it so I decided to revise.

August 30 1999

Hermione Granger was laying on the sofa in the library of number twelve Grimmauld Place her usual place to find comfort. It was evening and she had changed into her short nightgown and robe. The room was square with bookcases covering every inch of the walls. The books were on every known subject known to wizard kind and in the center were comfortable sofas and armchairs in a circle and a table to have a drink or food while lounging around reading a book. It always had a comforting feeling that she often used to calm herself during the worst times of the war. She still came here even though the war was over for over a year.

This house held horrible memories but ironically it was the place were she felt the most joy and comfort she had in a long time. Only she and Tonks where the only ones of all the people they ever knew survived the war. Harry defeated Voldemort but in his last act of spite he cursed Harry with a fatal injury that slowly killed him.

When Harry finally died it was a mercy; he was finally released from the anguish his life had become. In Harry's will he left the house and all money and possessions that he owned from the Potters and godfather Sirius to her and Tonks equally. Hermione was reluctant to stay in the house at first but Tonks wanted to stay and Tonks was all she had left so she gave in. Her mother and father survived the attempt on their lives but were driven mad by it. Even if they were alive in body they were not alive in mind , trapped in a ward at St Mungo's next to the Longbottoms

She knew how much it meant to Tonks to stick it to the family by being the one in control. They disowned her mother, made her and her father a target for the sin of what they were, impure beings that did not deserve to live. It pleased her to be able to stand in front of the portrait and tell Mrs. Black that the Tonks had won and there was nothing she could do about it. Hermione aided Tonks in her revenge by permanently sticking Mrs. Black's lips together so she could not insult her or Tonks anymore and have to listen to them rant at her for a change.

Tonks was sympathetic to Hermione for what she believed to be haunted by memories of their shared past. It was true of course, but what she did not know, what even Harry or Ron did not know, was that she was haunted by another past.

Since the age of five Hermione had dreams, some strange, some terrifying, of a woman who was a witch. Hermione was not surprised at all when the representative of Hogwarts came to her home to tell her of her gift. She had already known of the existence of magic from her dreams. What did surprise her, and disturbed her, was that she had dreamed of Harry, presumably his father from how strikingly similar they looked, Lily Potter, Tonks, Kingsley, someone that looked like him, Dumbledore, his brother Aberforth, The Longbottoms, Mrs. Longbottom, Barty Crouch Sr, Mrs Greengrass, Professor Quirrell, Madame Pomfrey, Professor Slughorn, Madame Pince, Filch, Mrs. Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy someone that look like him, Mulciber, Nott, Rosier, Avery,Rabastan Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, presumably the elder Lestrange, Bellatrix Lestrange, Dolohov, McGonagall, Hagrid, Professor Snape, someone that looked like him, Remus, someone that looked similar to him, Welburga Black, Sirius, the elder Black,his brother Regulus, Peter Pettigrew, Figg, Emeline, Podmore, Diggle, Doge, and Voldemort himself before she ever met them. The strange thing was with the exception of Remus and Sirius, they did not show any recognition whatsoever.

Then there was the house, a house and a house- elf Kreacher that she dreamed of many times before entering.

She could see visions of what it looked like before the years of decay after the death of Mrs. Black. She would hear sounds of a record player, sounds of boots, people talking. She would smell the smell of expensive tabacco and a strange yet pleasant scent of a lavender perfume. This voices and sounds would stop when she entered the room where it came from. In many cases it would be the old drawing room. There where times that Hermione could almost swear she could feel the feelings of loss anger regret, loneliness and feelings of being smothered by the greatness of the house at times.

Hermione was curious at what Kreacher knew but he seemed to have some sort of fear and loathing towards her other than the fact that she was muggle born. He would mumble odd things, "miss Ella, miss Ella is back, my poor mistress how heartbroken she was" "master Orion was a bad man, and needed to be punished" "poor Miss Cissy and Miss Bella cut out of everything"

Then there was Mrs. Blacks rants that she directed at Hermione that did not make any sense.

" Love vampire, defiler of homes, how dare you return to the house of my fathers!"

All disturbing in themselves but not as disturbing, freighting and confusing as Remus and Sirius behavior towards her when she moved into the house before her fifth year at Hogwarts.

The witch expected Sirius to be moody and restless with the terrible position that he was put in. A friend framed him for murder, said friend killed his best friend and brother along with his wife and orphaned their son whom he was named godfather to. Being locked up in jail away from his godson and his last remaining friend. Coming so close to proving his innocence and having it taken away from him, forced to live on the run then returning home and locked in his own home, a home that he so despised.

Remus on the other hand surprised her. Hermione always admired the fact that the werewolf kept his good humor and kindness in the face of hate and prejudice. When he permanently moved in when his house burned down his demeanor towards her began to change.

He was kind and generous to her as he always was but when it was believed that she was not looking he would stare at her with a haunted, pained look in his eyes. Sirius displayed different somewhat shocking behavior than Remus.

He would be sullen yet friendly to her as always, then at a drop at a hat his eyes and demeanor would change. His eyes had a predatory lustful glow about them, like she was his and wanted her back. The most disturbing thing was that his eyes that would normally be a fathomless gray would turn a strange white blue. It was as though he was possessed by something else. Thank goodness that Remus kept an eye on things, he had cornered her one time. The witch shuddered to think at what could have happened had the lycan not been there.

Then one night she overheard a strange conversation that answered questions but posed so many more. "What is going on with you Padfoot? That is the third time I had to keep you from Hermione"

"Did I hurt her?"he asked in a small childlike voice.

"No, but I am certain you are scaring her witless right now." He replied.

" I honestly don't know what to say Moony. I swear this house is haunted. I used to think it was just the memories of a lonely childhood, but now that I am back it feels different. I feel and see Orion and Regulus in these rooms. I think one of them has taken control of my body for Merlin knows what, I never seem to remember what I do after." Then he pauses and says "I am also remembering things about our seventh year that I had not before."

The werewolf sighs and said, "Yes I remember too, I did not want to mention it thinking that I was what Harry and his friends would say 'going mental'.

I don't even know what is my own feelings or someone else's feelings. It is so jumbled and confusing I do not know what to feel about it."

"Do you think Jacobs and Hermione are the same person?"Asked Sirius.

"I don't know Padfoot, I honestly do not know. We both saw Jacobs die and being put in the ground, but I can't deny the similarities between the two are uncanny. Do the others feel the same things we do?"

"If they do they have not said anything to me about it. Has Hermione said anything about what happened to anyone else?" asked Padfoot his voice full of apprehension.

"No I do not believe she has or would. Not that she would have any chance to say anything now with the war upon us.

"Poor girl, as if she did not have enough to deal with. Thanks for being here Moony, I don't know what I would do if I hurt her."

She heard the sound of what sounded like a pat on the shoulder. "I have faith in you. It is not in you to do something like that and I think she knows it too. We will figure this out"

Hermione crept back to her room thanking Orion Black's paranoia that included masking werewolf senses.

The wild haired witch understood that it was not Sirius's fault but it also raises the question why would his brother and father want with her? Why was no one effected in this house other then the three of them? Who was Jacobs anyway?

The universe decided that it wanted Hermione to be in the dark. As far as she knew Sirius and Remus did not know anything more and they both were killed during the duration of the war. When she asked Tonks about someone named Jacobs she did not know, she was not aware of anyone by that name.

Hermione who didn't much believe in the afterlife felt as though she felt the presence of Sirius and Remus in the house. At first she thought that it was the grief messing with her mind until the day before Harry's death he said that he saw them too.

"I see them as clear as day sometimes, trying to give as much comfort as they can. I feel that it is time for me to move on."

Hermione could fell the tears welling up at that comment and could not say anything.

Harry smiled a stroked her hair.

"No one could ask for a better friend, even when I was so thick I could not admit it. Whatever reason for Sirius and Remus being stuck here, I am sure you will figure it out. You where always brilliant in that area."

Harry's eyes begin to close he was always tired from the continuous loss of blood from his wound on his side that never healed. " You have to live on, someone has to make it, to continue what we started and I can't think of anyone better than you and Tonks."

He weakly added, "I love you" before he fell asleep again. That night she felt something in her room and when she looked up she saw the grief stricken face of Sirius looking down at her. The next morning bright and early she went to check on Harry and found he passed on in his sleep.

Now she hardly left the house, it hurt too much to go outside and see places that she spent time with her loved ones. All it did was remind her of her loses, so she retreated to the place where she felt the safest, the library that had so much fascinating information about things that she never dreamed existed.

Tonks comes in with her boxer shorts and robe that barley covered the rest of her. "Mione love, it's getting late maybe it is time to go to bed," she said with a suggestive tone in her voice.

Hermione sighed and put the book down on the table nearest to her. Hermione knew that the feelings Tonks had for her where strong and real. Hermione however could not feel anything but the need for human contact after the loss of everyone she had ever loved. So she fell into the habit of sleeping in the same bed with her and it progressed from there. She had true affection for Tonks but she did not know if it would ever turn to the love that Tonks deserved. The dark haired witch could feel her soft stroking her leg trying to convince Hermione to go with her. As she came in closer for a kiss she knocked the tea that was on the table over. In the corner of her eye Hermione saw the tea go under the bookcase to her left. "What is the matter love?" asked Tonks confused at her reaction. "Tonks look, at the bookcase" The witch went over felt up the sides and found a latch. She opened it and found a narrow passageway into a room of some kind.

It was as big as the Gryffindor common room with a window in the ceiling. The color was a soft blue with a matching old-fashioned closet, dressing table. A Four poster Canopy bed a slightly darker color blue was at the farthest corner of the room.

There was a black leather bound book on the dressing table, and a rather strange gold watch without a chain. At the dressing table she saw a bottle of perfume. Hermione was shocked when she smelled the Jasmine scent that has been haunting her for years.

"I remember hearing my mum telling my dad a story of Orion Black was truly in love with someone other than his wife Walburga. Not that they really loved each other really. She died and he went mad, locking everything of hers away. There was also rumors that he was the one that killed her. The official ruling was an accident but most that knew her were not so sure." She said with a shudder. "This place is creepy. Let's get out of here."

"What was her name Tonks?" asked Hermione.

Her heart almost stopped from the shock when she heard Tonks reply

"I do not know her real name. The one they called her was Ella"

Hermione was frozen in place, while Tonks uneasy in the room decided to leave.

As Tonks turned to go an eclipse started to form, and Tonks tripped over the vanity chair knocking another perfume bottle on the book. Hermione was admiring the watch as this time and came over to help her. She dropped it on the book and helped Tonks up. The last thing that they saw was a bright light as the eclipse hit the book and a tingling as if a Portkey were being used.

August 30 1977

The grounds keeper of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, known only as Hagrid, was making his rounds as he always did this early in the morning. He was ready to go into the Forbidden Forest when he saw something rather strange. Two figures both women on the ground, lying perfectly still. He goes to them and he sees that they where in some sort of undergarments that he never saw before. He checked their pulses and found that they were alive but unconscious.

He covers them with his long coat and runs to get Madame Pomfrey and the Headmaster