Heya guys! I know, I know, I barely started my other fanfic and now I'm starting this on. I can't help it! It just popped into my head and I'm like, OMFG I GOTTA TYPE THIS IDEA DOWN OR WRITE IT DOWN, OR SOMETHING! And I was going with typing the first chappie. ENJOY, or not.

The war had just ended. The golden trio can't believe they survived. Almost everybody was mourning for the ones that have died. Hermione was just walking around the school grounds examining the damage when she felt a familiar pull.

~MARAUDER'S ERA~

James and Sirius were walking down the hallway when suddenly a girl appeared out of no where. Hermione saw James and Sirius.

"Bloody hell," she muttered, along with a few more curses that would have made even Ron blush.

"Hello gorgeous, I haven't seen you around before," typical Sirius, straight to flirting.

To their surprise, the strange girl didn't giggle or do anything at all, she just stared at Sirius tiredly.

"Hello, my name is James Potter and this idiot is Sirius Black," James introduced himself, not that he needed to, but he didn't know that.

"My name is none of your business," Hermione snapped.

She speed-walked to Dumbledore's office muttering about things that James and Sirius didn't quite catch.

"I need to see the headmaster," Hermione said coldly to the gargoyle..

She went into Dumbledore's office and James and Sirius followed.

"Professor Dumbledore, I want to speak to you, alone," Hermione said, nodding in James' and Sirius' direction.

Dumbledore nodded.

"And you are…?" Dumbledore asked, rather curiously I might add.

"Hermione Granger, sir"

She then told him about the fact that she was from another time, and that she had been fighting a war since she was eleven, though she didn't tell him about anything else. She couldn't trust anyone yet.

"Miss Granger, you will attend Hogwarts until we can find a way to get you back to your own time."

Hermione nodded. She left the his office and was bombarded with questions.

"Are you going to stay here?"

Before she could respond, she collapsed, to the boys' horror.

"Sirius, go tell Dumbledore! I'll take her to the hospital wing," James barked at his friend.

"Mister Potter! What did you do to this young lady!"

"I did nothing! She just collapsed!"

Sirius brought Dumbledore.

"Albus, this poor dear looks like she had just gone through a terrible war!"

Dumbledore sighed, he looked like he was older as a sad expression took over his face.

"I'm afraid she has been in a war, Poppy, she has been since she was just eleven,"

The boys looked at Hermione in horror, the same thoughts in their minds. ' She was fighting ever since she was eleven!?'

Heya! How'd you like it? Imma update sooner or later, I managed to squeeze this between school work and homework and stuff. Byeeeeez!

Edit: I edited some things and maybe I'll just start all over…