(This is a time turner fic. It's been a while since I've done one so it seems only fitting that I try another. I was debating starting another marriage law fic but those lose my interest fairly quickly considering they're so cut and dry. I've decided on a Hermione/Remus pairing considering it's one of my very favorites. If you don't like Sirius, you need to find another fic. WARNING: Brief Sirius/Hermione/Remus love triangle. Rated M for future chapters! Hope you enjoy! -Rae)

Chapter 1

Hermione's honey eyes blinked lazily into focus as she woke from a short night's slumber. A long yawn escaped her, her legs finding themselves thrown over the edge of Ginny's bed while her arms stretched above her head, almost of their own accord.

The crisp night air flooded through the windows into the Burrow, bringing goosebumps to Hermione's alabaster flesh. She shivered momentarily before flicking her wand, "Accio sweatshirt."

She jerked the cozy material over her head and snuggled back into the covers, allowing herself five minutes more rest. She felt as if she hadn't slept a wink.

The smell of bacon frying hit Hermione dead in the face, bringing her out of her drowsy state. She growled under her breath and jumped out of bed to shake Ginny awake. It was an hour before they needed to leave.

"Time to get up, Gin," Hermione whispered as she shook the sleeping redhead. Ginny groaned in protest and flipped over on her stomach, burying her face in the pillow.

"Ten minutes more," Ginny whined, muffled by a mixture of blankets and pillows. Hermione simply rolled her eyes and flicked on the light, earning a squeal of anger from a sleepy Ginny.

Hermione shuffled out of Ginny's room and down the hall, banging on the boys' door. After she received no answer she opened the door and walked in to find Ron, half naked, passed out in his bed. Harry was across the room writhing in a nightmare.

She shook Harry awake. He was covered in sweat and as his eyes popped open she watched his pupils shrink as if the light from her candle was blinding.

"Time to get up, Harry," she hissed before shooting him a concerned look and scooting over to Ron. "Wake up, Ron! Your mum says breakfast's ready."

Ron jerked the covers up to his chin and stared at her with wide eyes before collapsing back into snoring mode.

Harry sat up, "When did you get here?"

"Last night," Hermione sighed, "And you?"

"Apparently earlier than you," he answered in a somewhat sarcastic manner before slipping out of bed to dress.

The mixed group of Weasleys, Potter, and Granger drowsily trudged down to breakfast. They ate in mostly silence save the clank of silverware against plates. Mr. Weasley occassionally commented on how wonderful the food was and there was the random groan of appreciation from a Weasley child.

After things were levitated to the sink and the table was cleared, the sleepy group headed upstairs to grab their bags before they departed.

Ron and Harry lagged behind the rest of the group, yawning the entire distance to... Well wherever they were going. Harry was still clueless as to the location. He heard something about a portkey up ahead but wasn't quite sure what the item in question was.

"Look! It's Mr. Diggory," Mr. Weasley called out with a big smile.

"About time, Arthur!" The pudgy, stout man called from up ahead.

"Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start," Mr. Weasley smirked and gestured at the yawning teenagers behind him.

A handsome young man dropped down from a tree, grinning with a hand outstretched to the group before him, "This is my son, Cedric," the older man introduced him quickly and informaly as they started their walk up another hill.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked.

Hermione fell back to walk with Harry so she could explain, "We're taking a portkey. It's a bit like apparating, or so I've been told. I've never actually taken one before."

Harry cringed, "I detest apparation."

"Me too," Hermione frowned and jogged to catch up with Ginny.

"Portkey!" Cedric declared, grinning at the others. There on top of the hill was a dirty, rotten, smelly, torn, useless boot. There were groans of mutual disgust amongst the kids.

"It's a bleeding boot," Ron scowled, looking more than perturbed to even come near the disgusting old thing.

"You lot get back," Mr. Weasley and Mr. Diggory said in unison before the two did a quick head count, "All right. On three, grab the portkey and we'll come out at the camping grounds for the Quidditch Cup. One, two, three!"

Everyone reached out and latched onto the portkey. Hermione, however, was having a difficult time squeezing between Harry and Ron to grip the toe of the boot. She squealed in frustration, finally managing to pinch a shoestring in between two fingers, however as soon as they began shooting through time and space Hermione felt her hand slipping.

A sudden realization occured to her. What if she slipped? Where would she end up? Her heart began to pound in her chest. Just a few more seconds... She had to hold on just a few more seconds.

She felt the end of the shoestring slide from her fingers and before she knew it she was falling backwards. Her eyes went wide and she released an ear piercing screech, hoping that she wouldn't end up landing in water, or worse, continue falling forever.

Finally she hit cold, fluffy, white ground. Snow. She'd landed in snow. Where in the world was it snowing at the end of August? She blinked quickly, trying to gain some sort of focus from the fall she'd just taken.

"Who's that?" A male voice echoed in her head. It sounded as if the boy might have been a mile away.

"Dunno. Never seen her before," another male voice chimed in, making Hermione's head ring.

"She okay?" A third voice rang out.

"Do I look like a mediwizard to you?" A fourth voice scoffed.

Hermione couldn't see anything but white. It was as if she may have been thrown into some sort of blizzard.

"Get away from her! She might be seriously hurt! Prats," a female voice joined the muttering male voices around Hermione, "James, help me carry her to the hospital wing."

So she was at Hogwarts. It didn't make sense that students were there already. School didn't start for another few weeks. And James? There were no boys Hermione remembered having the name James.

"I don't want to haul her all the way there! I'll be late for Quidditch!" James whined.

"Fine, then. Remus?" The female had hold of Hermione's arms now.

"Of course," Remus grabbed Hermione's ankles and together the two lifted her limp form off the ground.

Hermione blacked out then, waking up occasionally just enough to hear muttered conversation before passing out yet again.

(Hope you liked the first chapter. Let me know what you think! (: Review! The power of Rae compels you! *compels you to Review* -Rae)