Hello all! This is me! hehe. This is my second fic ever (like you couldn't tell, i kno...) anyways, please be nice and review! I'm putting my disclaimer here on this one, and anytime you need to see it, feel free to come back to this chapter:

Disclaimer: I own not the characters, I own not the world, i don't even live in that world. I just play in it. I am not recieving, nor will I recieve any money for this, and all i own besides the plot is a hair tie and the blankets i'm currently wrapped up in. Besides, if I were J.K. Rowling, i'd need to be WAAAY better at spelling... .

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Story summary: SS/HG (if u don't like it, don't read it!) In which there is romance, unintentional time traveling , marauders, frantic Harry's and Ron's who aren't hungry (nods sadly," yes, I know"), random Dumbledores who might just be off their rockers, and a good Malfoy and Snape. What will they think of next?
Hermione groaned as she pulled the covers over her head, attempting to block out the 'cheerful' good mornings' from her mother and youngest cousin. Quite unceremoniously, the protective coverings were yanked. Not only off her head, however, but entirely off of her bed.

"I hope you don't behave like this at school! It's nearly noon!" Her mother cheerfully scolded. Meanwhile, her cousin helpfully opened the closet and tried, aloud, to find the least repulsive outfit. Groaning, Hermione resolutely shut her eyes, giving sleep one last chance. Unfortunately for her, the opportunity was not seized.

AS she stumbled into the shower, her mind thought of what people at school thought about her sleeping habits. The truth was that she got up hours before everyone else during the school year, and they all thought her a morning person. Hermione snorted at that thought. Because the truth was just the opposite.

Once she'd finished cleaning herself, she allowed the water to pour over her, relaxing muscles and waking her up. Finally she slapped her hair up into a pony tail and wrapped a huge, fluffy beach towel around herself. Then, she emerged. Much to her disgust, her cousin immediately whipped out a straightener and undid the ponytail. Next Hermione was expected to dress while trying not to bend over or interrupt the straightening of her hair. Needless to say, she ended up wearing a dress.

"Come on, it's not that bad." Her cousin told her cheerfully. "You'll only be wearing it until we're done shopping."

"Clarissa, remind me why, on my vacation, I'm forced to endure not only a make-over, but shopping, gossip, and lack of sleep." Her mind commanded.

"Because you are still single, and you're 'old' crush isn't." Clarissa replied easily, and Hermione's shoulders slumped. Oh yeah, that was why.

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So it was that Hermione found herself in her cousins' favorite muggle mall. It had, at first, been amazing for Hermione to find out her cousin Clarissa was a witch. this also happened to be the reason why Clarissa was staying with Hermione and her family this summer. So, of course, it was only natural for Hermione to wonder why they were at a muggle mall. When posed the question, Clarissa shrugged.

"Because we have sooo much cooler clothes than they do." Was her vague reply. Thinking she'd never be able to wear these clothes she was supposed to be getting, except over summer vacation, Hermione shook her head.

"At least Dad's footing the bill." She thought ruefully.

"That's terrible." She informed herself silently, before following Clarissa for the shopping trip form the Black Lagoon. After buying nearly everything that Clarissa made her try on, Hermione was in a sour mood.

"This is so rebellious. It goes against my very nature." Hermione grumbled. Clarissa brightened immediately.

"That's perfect! You're a genius!" Clarissa squealed. A confused Hermione had just enough time to mummer "I am?" before being dragged off to yet-another shop. That is how she ended up in REBELLION rack, the ultimate clothes store for a rebellious child. Under much protestation, Hermione gained a new wardrobe entirely composed of 'rebellious' clothes.

As she was being dragged into the new addition to Diagon Alley, Hermione complained th3e her mom.

"But I've got enough clothes for FIVE wardrobes now!" Her mother nodded absently and winked at Clarissa.

"Great. They're in league against you now." Hermione's brain grumped.

"Shut up brain. Now's not the time to crack under pressure." Hermione retorted.

"who's cracking? I'm not the one talking to myself." Her brain answered.

"you are me."Hermione pointed out.

"Shut up. The scary woman with the fake smile and scissors is coming towards us." Her brain replied.

"She's called a hairdresser." She told her brain helpfully.

"No kidding." Her brain replied. It was about then that Hermione started wondering what exactly, shopping did to one's 'Health and Sanity'. So, of course, she didn't notice that the changes being done to her hair were magical. Nor the magical point - symbols were added to her skin.

So absorbed with introspection that she didn't notice her cousin pass out and drop down to the floor. Neither did she notice a strange tingling racing through her skin and body, focusing on two center points. Those center points were her head and heart. Just as she was struggling to stay awake, she heard someone finish an incantation.

"Finit." A scratchy, squeaky voice she couldn't quite recall, but which seemed familiar, whispered over her ears. A darkness seemed to drop over her as she felt a burning pain rushing through her. She whimpered as she felt her time-turner and it's chain absorbing the pain and magic. Unfortunately for her, not only could it not absorb all of the pain, but it shattered the magical device, sending her spinning though a dark void of pain.

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Remus sighed as he felt the pain-killer potion take effect. last night had been one of the worst transformations he could remember. Lupin was surprised to see a corded off area near Madame Pompfry's office. No other students should have been there. He and his friends were only their so that they could have some pre-order training over the summer. Madame Pompfry came out of the hidden area, and when the curtain was open, he heard screams of pain. They sounded, to his distress, almost exactly like his own cries of anguish as his body had changed to that of a human Lycanthrope. He desperately hoped it wasn't one of his professors or fellow students...what if it was one of his friends?!

"What are you still doing here, Lupin? Go back to your dormitory, young man." Madame Pompfry ordered sternly. Lupin nodded and dashed off to find the others, to make sure they were alright.

When he finally found them, they were in the Room of Requirement. He quickly closed the door after entering and cast a silencing spell on it. The next step was to ensure everyone was safe. When he saw that they were, a tiny bit of tension left him. Only a bit, however.

"Hey, did I ...um...do anything..unusual ... last night?" Were Remus's greeting words.

"What, you mean besides transforming into a gigantic half-wolf?" Sirius asked. Lupin glared at him.

"I'm not kidding, Black."Lupin growled, and James looked up from the picture he'd been studying. When Lupin purposely called Sirius 'Black', there was trouble brewing.

"What kind of...unusual...do you mean, exactly? James asked, playing peacemaker.

"Did I...did I...bite...anybody?" Remus finally asked.

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