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In the middle of Seventh Year, Hermione Granger travels back in time courtesy of the new Transfer Student. Now, stuck in the Marauders Era, Hermione discovers what it's like to fall head over heals in love, and, with the help of her new friends, she starts a tradition that will ensures that Hogwarts will never be the same again...

Mainly set in the Marauders Area.

HG/SS

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A Step Back In Time

Chapter 1

Hermione Granger, Hogwarts resident know-it-all, had been sitting alone in her dorm room for the last three hours, painstakingly trying to perfect her Care of Magical Creatures essay.

After an alarming situation concerning Nevill Longbottom and Dumbledore's Phoenix, Hagrid had insisted that the whole class write a two thousand word essay on the Honor of being given a Phoenix tail feather as a gift from the large bird and the dishonor of simply taking it.

Since it had been an accident – Pansy Parkinson had been talking to another Slytherin girl when she suddenly launched herself into Nevill, who was standing between her and the large fiery bird, causing him to fall, arms flailing madly trying to catch hold of something that would ease the impact of the hard ground below. He had managed to grab a fist full of red tail feathers, causing Flawks to screech and attack the defenseless boy. - no points were taken from Gryffindor.

Pansy, on the other hand, had earned herself three weeks of detention with Hagrid, and cost her house a total of fifty points.

Hermione sighed as the memory replayed in her head, but continued to look over her excessively large essay for the hundredth time, while muttering something about slimy Slytherins.

"Yeah... Bad news, they are! The whole lot of' 'em. At least, thats what I hear." a silky voice stated casually from behind.

Shocked that she was no longer alone, Hermione dropped her quill onto the small desk and quickly turned to face the intruder with her hand already on her wand.

"I wasn't aware that the Portrait was allowing uninvited guests into the dorms. Who are you?" she asked, quickly taking in the girls appearance. Pale skin, perfect complexion, clear blue eyes and long black hair.

"The name is Lacy Lorell. And from the looks of it, you're Hermione Granger; Mudblood extraordinair, The Girl Who Keeps 'The-Boy-Who-Lived ' Alive; Gryffindor Know it all, and one third of the Golden Trio." Lacy stated with disdain.

Hermione could feel the blood rising to her face. 'How dare she! She doesn't even know me! If she thinks she can talk to me like that and get away with it, then she's bloody mistaken!' she thought to herself, never noticing the scowl that had graced her thin lips.

"If you ever call me a Mudblood again, I swear to Merlin that you won't have a tongue when I'm done with you." Hermione stated calmly before flashing a horribly fake smile at the girl that was standing a good seven inches taller than herself.

If Lacy was intimidated by the smaller Seventh Year, she sure as hell didn't show it...

"What a nice way to make friends. Maybe your attitude is the reason you don't have many..." she shot back with venom.

Hermione's eyes began to water. "And what about you? If you go around the school calling people things like... Mudblood... you might end up on the Golden Trio's bad side. And you really dont want that. We can come up with some pretty nasty things to do to you..."

Lacy smirked. "Well, we'll just see where my attitude leads me, won't we?" she stated smugly as she turned and left the dorm without another word.

Breakfast: Friday Morning

"Have either of you seen the new transfer student? She left the girls dorm late last night and never came back... I haven't even seen her this morning! Not that I really mind..." Hermione confessed as she stabbed at her eggs with her fork.

"A transfer student? In the middle of the year? Well, thats odd..." Harry blurted out, a frown marring his face.

Ron shook his head. "Sorry 'Mione, we haven't see her. Do you know what classes she has? Maybe we'll pass her in the halls..." he tried to reassure his friend. "Common, we've got to go anyway. If we're late for Potions, Snape is sure to give us another detention." he continued with a scowl.

"Professor Snape. Really Ronald! Have some respect!" Hermione chastised as she stood from the bench and gathered her book bag, waiting long enough to make sure that Ron and Harry did the same before she headed out to her first class of the day.

By the time they had gotten to the Potions class room, the Slytherins were already lined up on one side of the door. And they were the only Gryffindors around.

A feeling of anciousness began to overcome Hermione. Even though the Slytherins sorely outnumbered them, The Gryffindors usually outsmarted them before and damage could be done...

"Well lookie here... Scar Head, Weasel and the Mudblood... Where's the other Gryffindorks?" Draco Malfoy bellowed, causing a few of the Slytherins to laugh.

'And it begins...' Hermione thought as she rolled her eyes. "Grow up, Malfoy. You were using those same names in our first year. Whats wrong? Have you absolutely no imagination to speak of? At least we" she stated, motioning to herself, Ron and Harry "came up with something new every year. What do we call you now..? Oh! Thats right...CleanSweap. A small, outdated broom. And, why did we chose that name...?" she asked, a look of confusion on her face as she turned to both Ron and Harry. Suddenly she smiled and turned back to the bothersome blond that stood before her. "Yes... how could I forget! Because, well... you can't fly!" a round of laughter sounded through the hall. While Hermione had been talking with Draco, the rest of the Gryffindors had showed up to wait for the Potions Room door to be opened.

Draco's face turned red. "I can fly and you know it! Someone jinxed my broom! And I swear to Merlin, as soon as I find out who it was I'll make them pay!" he shouted angrily at the laughing faces that seemed to surround him.

"Now, now, Mr. Malfoy. I wouldn't make such threats if I were you. You have absolutely no idea who did the deed. It would be in your best interest if you find out who it was, before you start spouting threats and curses... What if it had been me? What would you do then, hmm?" the silky voice stated casually, causing a deafening silence throughout the hall. With a scowl, the Potions Master continued. "Everyone! In the class room now or I'll be forced to issue detentions!" Scanning the group of Gryffindors, he rested his gaze on Hermione and smiled before turning and entering the class himself.

On the first night of the school year, Professor Snape had stumbled into the Great Hall during Dumbledore's opening speech. Bloody and beaten, he gave a report that made the entire hall gasp is surprise. Professor Snape had been found out as a spy for the Order. After he had made his report, Hermione had taken him up to Madam Pomfray to be healed, knowing that if he had gone alone, he would have simply headed back to the dungeons to do it himself. In the three weeks that Severus Snape had spent in the watchful eyes of the MediWitch in training, he found himself being drawn to her unique personality and bossy nature. He had fallen in love with Hermione Granger...

Snape shook his head, pulling himself from his thoughts. "We have a new student among us. Ms. Lorell, please introduce yourself to the class. I'm sure we're all dying to get to know you..."he drawled, sarcasm evident in his honeyed voice.

The tall, dark haired girl stood from her seat, just behind Hermione.

"It would be a pleasure, Professor." she purred gleefully. "I am Lacy Lorell, Seventh Year Gryffindor.

I used to attend Ravenscar school of Witchcraft and Enchantment, where I was Capitan and Seeker of my houses' Quidditch team. I have previously excelled in Potions, Charms, DADA and Herbology." she boasted while tossing her long hair over one shoulder. "And I'm-"

"Very interesting, Ms. Lorell. Now sit down so I can start the lesson." Snape bit out harshly, not even trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice.

"Today, we will be brewing the Wondrous Cure. This potion can cure almost any physical ailment but will take three days to brew, so at the end of class, remember to add a stasis charm. The instructions are on the board. Begin!" As soon as Professor Snape had returned to his desk, the entire room was bustling about. Hermione began setting up the cauldron while Ron and Harry retrieved the ingredients for the potion...

Everything had gone well, and the end of class was growing closer. Professor Snape was currently making his rounds, checking the current state of each potion. Surprisingly, only one cauldron was vanished. Unsurprisingly, it was Nevill's.

As Snape leaned over the Golden Trio's cauldron, he smirked. Looking from Ron and Harry to the glowing sapphire mixture and back again, he shook his head. "This potion looks remarkable. Ms. Granger did it herself, didn't she?"

Both boys flushed. "Yes sir.." they replied together.

"Five points each, to Potter and Weasley for knowing when they are too incompitant to brew anything work grading, And ten to Granager for taking up their slack... Alright class, after you put your cauldrons away, you are dismissed." Snape declared as he moved back to the front of the class and into his office.

Hermione laughed, noticing the look of hunger on her best friends faces. "Go on! I'll get this picked up myself!" she stated with a roll of her honey colored eyes.

With a look of anticipation, Lacy Lorell quickly placed the stasis charm on her potion. As she put her cauldron away, she deftly snatched a handful of Gillyweed from the ingredients cabinet and made her way to the front of the class. When she was close enough -and after she was sure that no one was paying any attention- she tossed the grass into the Trio's potion, turning it a sickly purple color.

In a matter of seconds, three things happened.

The Potion exploded; Hermione screamed, and Professor Snape ran back into the almost empty class room.

Upon spotting Hermione covered from head to toe in the purple goo, Snape frowned. A quick scourgify wasaimed at Hermione before he ran to her side and gathered her in his arms. "What the bloody hell happened, girl!" he hissed as he pulled her an arms length away, holding her by her arms and looking her over. "Are you hurt?" he asked, softer that before.

"My potion... It just... purple...? I didn't... it just... why...?" Hermione mumbled to herself, brown eyes gazing at the once perfect Wondrous Cure that she had brewed.

Unsure of what had happened, Snape cast a stasis charm on the potion, determined to figure out what had happened before gathering Hermione in his arms and carrying her to the MediWitch.

"Nothing seems to be wrong... You say she was covered with it, Severus?" Pomfray asked as she looked the Gryffindor over once again.

"Yes. It was a perfect Wondrous Cure potion when I had checked it before dismissing the class. I don't know what could have disrupted it so badly to make it explode..." Severus ranted to himself.

"Perhaps she added something after you left? I don't think you have anything to worry about though, she seems perfectly fine to me. I've already run a few tests and they all showed negative to anything that would be harmful to her. Well? What are you still doing here! I've already told you she was fine! This Ward is for the sick! Out with you!" Madam Pomfray scolded playfully as she chased the Professor from the room.

Friday: 11:47 PM

"Harry? Are you awake..? Harry..." said a soft voice, breaking the silence of the seventh year boys dorm room. Waiting a few seconds for a reply - and receiving none - Hermione quietly made her way to the middle of the room. Stopping at the trunk that sat at the foot of the four poster bed that she knew to be Harry's, Hermione whispered a soft Alohmora. Upon hearing the trunk unlock, she lifted the lid and reached inside, searching for two things.

Harry's Invisibility cloak and the Marauders Map...

"Perfect!" she stated gleefully as she removed both items from the trunk, causing Harry to stir. Hermione let the lid drop before throwing the cloak over herself, making her perfectly invisible. "Who's there?" Harry muttered sleepily as he began to rub his eyes with the his fists.

But, Hermione was already gone... Out the dorm, past the Common Room and down the hall. She was on her way to the Astronomy Tower. The one place she could actually sit and think. The only place that she wasn't disturbed...

As she made her way up the tower, she began to feel ill. Her head felt like it was going to burst, her stomach felt like it was about to empty itself and not to mention the familiar pull behind her navel... Hermione dropped to her knees, one hand holding her forehead while the other gripped her stomach tightly.

And suddenly, her world went blank...

Saturday: 12:23 AM

"We don't even know who she is! And what are we going to tell Dumbledore? 'Yeah, we were wandering the halls last night and we saw this girl passed out near the Astronomy Tower.' Nope, I just don't think that'll fly... Just leave her! She'll be fine." a short boy with curly brown hair insisted.

"No. You three go back to the dorms. I'll take her to Madam Pomfray. Well, go on! Wouldn't want Mrs. Norris to spot you out here.." the taller boy with long black hair snickered. Moments later, his companions had gone, leaving him and the unconscious girl alone.

Sighing, the boy knelt down and grabbed the girls wrist, making sure that her pulse was strong. When he was positive that she was alright, he gathered her lean body in his arms and carried her down the hall to the Medical Ward.

Upon placing her on an empty bed, the girl stirred. Catching site of the boy that stood above her, she wrinkled her forehead in confusion. "Professor...? Where am I.?" she slurred, trying to take in her surroundings.

The boy laughed. "I'm no Professor. My name is Severus Snape. Now, who are you, and where the bloody hell did you come from...?" he teased playfully.

"Wait. What's today? How long have I been out..?" Hermione asked fearfully.

Severus frowned. "Well, you couldn't have been out for more than an hour. My friends had passed through that hall a little before 11:30, and it'd just a little past 12:30 now. Today is Saturday... February 28, 1981."

Hermione gasped.. then fainted.

"Dear Merlin, child! How long have you been here!" A shrill voice echoed through out the nearly empty room. Hermione gave a start, quickly rousing from her restless sleep and bolted upright in the crisp bed sheets. Looking towards the infirmary doors, she instantly spotted the MediWitch in the dimly lit room.

"Madam Pomfrey! What am I..." the question fell from Hermione's lips as memories from the previous day assaulted her. The explosion in Potions class. Professor Snape taking her to this very room. Sneaking into Harry's trunk. The trip to the Astronomy Tower. Blacking out. Professor Snape easing her into the hospital bed. Their conversation that followed... Passing out... A look of horror crossed her face. "Today. February 28, 19 ... 81! Oh my... Poppy! I must speak to the Headmaster immediately! Please, fire-call him and inform him that a student named Hermione Granger wishes to speak to him as soon as possible!" the young girl stated in panic.

"Albus, she said she wanted to talk to you. She won't answer any of my questions! Maybe you should come... she said that she was a student and that her name was Hermione Granger, but I've never seen her before! Is she really a student?" the MediWitch asked through the green flames.

Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk. He didn't even remember ever sending an acceptance letter to anyone by that name. Sighing, the older Wizard pushed a stray piece of parchment away. "I will be there shortly. Thank you Poppy." he replied, standing from his seat and making his way carefully around his cluttered desk, skillfully avoiding stray books that laid scattered on the floor of his office from lack of shelf space. Gathering a pinch of powder as he eased his body into the green flames of his personal fireplace, the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry whispered 'The Medical Ward' as he threw the floo powder at the flames nipping at his feet, and disappeared.

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