A/N: This is my first story ever. I have decided that after reading all of these amazing time travel stories, I should write one of my own. This is my first shot at writing a story so please review with your comments! Thank you! WARNING: spoilers for book 6

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot. J.K. Rowling is the mastermind.

In the far corner of the library, Hermione was sitting in the aisle against the shelves, a massive book splayed across her lap. She read the lines over and over again, and repeated the words in her head, but they made no sense to her. Her mind kept wondering to the events of last year. She knew the school would never be the same, ever since Dumbledore's death. Her throat went dry at the thought of Dumbledore, and her eyes started to become very misty. How could all this happen to such an amazing wizard? It just didn't make any sense. There was no way that Hermione could foresee what would happen to Dumbledore, since she always felt that he would be alright. He was a constant in her life, as well as others, the protector, the teacher, the mentor. He was so wise, and seemed to keep a mystical glow of knowledge. Apparently he didn't know that Snape would betray him like that. How could he not know? Harry knew… Harry knew all of it, but she never listened to him.

At this thought Hermione couldn't hold back the tears which were fighting to break loose. The salty droplets silently crept down her cheek, and they stung. They stung a lot. Or maybe it wasn't the tears, it was the thoughts? Or was it her heart? Oh what does it matter now…She thought. Then she realized the book she was holding started to get big wet splotches on it, and she half-smiled thinking about how much the page looked like some of the letters Hagrid sent them. He was always so sensitive.

Well, I guess there won't be much reading today. I can't concentrate anymore. So much for perfect Hermione staying on top of things.

It was the beginning of September, the beginning of her seventh and final year at Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall became the new headmistress, and there were a lot less students attending. Ron, Harry and Hermione decided to study at school, preparing for the fight with Voldemort. As time went on, they worked persistently, but they did not get any new information about the horcruxes, and where they could be hidden. The Golden Trio's hope started diminished at an incredible rate. In Hermione's mind they were losing. Something had to be done.

She wished that things from the past year never happened. She wished she could fix everything. She wished Voldemort's horcruxes were destroyed before he tried killing Harry. Hell, she wished that Voldemort was never born. But there was nothing she could possibly do now, except hope that Harry would kill the murderer with their help.

Suddenly, a thought struck her.

Why oh why didn't I think of this before! I am so stupid!

She ran out of the library, surprising Madam Pince as she flew out of the door with incredible speed. She ran up the staircase, and she felt like she had a cup full of Felix Felicis. She knew this was the right thing to do. The idea seemed so simple and yet… crazy!

Crazy enough to work! I know it's going to work, it's like something in my heart that's telling me this is the right thing to do. It's fate, I know it. It's guiding my way! Finally, I can set things right!

She came to a halt in the middle of a hallway and started to think really hard.

I wish to set things right. I wish I could fix everything… I wish I could prevent many innocent deaths .

She opened her eyes, but nothing happened.

This is not a wishing well…I need a way to set things right, save lives of all the people close to me. I need to find the way… I need to find a way to set things right… I need to find a way to set things right…Oh hell this is not going to work, what was I thinking?

She turned around, but she saw something appear in the corner of her eye. She turned around and smiled in spite of herself, and turned the knob, excitement rushing through her body. She walked through so fast, and slammed the door. However, once she did this, a great pang of regret overcame her as the door disappeared. She was in the isle between the bookshelves in the library again. Why was she here? She looked at the books all around. She took out her favorite book, "Hogwarts, a History" and it seemed really new, the pages looked untouched. Something wasn't right.

She kept walking slowly down the isle reading the names of the books out loud. Many modern books were missing, and some books were the kind that she has never seen before. She kept on walking, beginning to panic because of this confusion. She started to walk faster and faster down the isle reading the names of unfamiliar books.

50 Uses of Unicorn Hair, Love Potions of the 16th century, Famous Wizards of the 70's. What? I've never seen these books before! Is Time Travel Possible… why is this book here? Of COARSE it is, with the use of a time turner! Potions of the Cent - ouff…

She fell to the floor as she hit something solid. She figured she must have bumped into someone.

"I'm terribly sorry, I must have not been looking where I was go-" She said automatically, when her hazel eyes met a pair of amber ones. She suddenly felt nervous under the gentle, yet familiar gaze. Something was off.

"It's quite alright, I… I should have not been reading in the aisle anyways…" A voice said brightly. It had a ring of amusement and curiosity about it. "I haven't seen you around here before. How is it that you're a Gryffindor?"

It was a boy which seemed to be around her age, dressed in what looked like old-fashioned Gryffindor robes. A large book was hanging loosely in his left arm. He was incredibly handsome.

"Huh?" She asked confused. She was too mesmerized to understand what he was saying.

She is so beautiful. She smells so different… out of this world! How is it that she has a Head Girl badge? I thought Lily was Head Girl...

"Oh, Merlin, I'm so sorry for being so rude!" He blushed a little bit and reached out his hand to help her up. Hermione blushed, mentally cursing herself for staying on the floor like a right idiot.

As he stretched his hand out and touched hers, electricity seemed to run through their fingers and down their spines. Hermione blushed a little and looked down at her shoes.

"It was… it was my fault really, I was sprinting down this aisle, not knowing where I was going." She mumbled. Who is this guy?

Both of them looked at their hands, which were still connected, even though Hermione was back on her feet again. The boy shook it, and Hermione giggled at how silly the situation was.

"My name is Hermione Granger," She laughed, "And you can stop shaking my hand now that I've introduced myself."

"But I need to introduce myself like a gentleman." He said and hesitated before bringing up her hand to his lips and kissing it. "It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Granger."

He had stunning sandy-brown hair that was a little past his ears. It was a little bit messy but looked neat nevertheless. Hermione wondered if such a thing was even possible, before deciding that the look suited him. He had a gentle smile, and it seemed that he could never do anybody harm. But his eyes held a startling mischievous look in them. His eyes were full of life and excitement.

"And may I know the name of this wonderful gentleman that I had the fortune to bump into?" Hermione asked with an impish grin.

The boy grinned at her and answered her.

"Why it's Remus. Remus Lupin." Her grin faded and her face was full of shock. He stopped smiling, looking worried.

"What's wrong, Hermione?" He asked nervously, looking into her shocked and panicked eyes. I knew I shouldn't have acted so much like Sirius...

"I feel like… I am going to-" And with that she collapsed into him. Remus didn't understand why she passed out like this, but knew that she didn't have to go to the hospital wing just yet. Something was up, this girl was not from around here.

Dumbledore will know what to do. I will take her to the Room of Requirement first. I need to get a potion that will wake her up.

And with that he took her into his arms and started to carry her out of the library.