A/N: Hello, all! This is something that I have been trying to write for ages, but it has never seemed to work out. I've been reading a lot of good time-travel fics lately, and a couple of them have really deviated from the cliché and I think that I want to deviate too yet not go too far at the same time.

Really, my writing isn't all that good, nor is my imagination (hence why I am still writing fanfiction) but I have been trying to work on it. I really need to work on my characterisation. If there are any tips which you could give, it would really be lovely!

So far I have roughly planned out three chapters, and I have a rough idea where the story is going and ending. I think that I will be doing biweekly/weekly updates depending on how much the story is accepted by readers.

Thank you kindly, and I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters or settings and I am not making any money from it.

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Prologue: Endings

She didn't know what had woken her up. All Hermione knew was that she was awake, and she would rather she were still in a peaceful slumber just as Sirius was next to her. She rolled to her side to face the man, careful not to jostle the arm draped over her waist. She didn't want to wake him. Hermione was sweating – the body heat from the two of them too much – and thinking about it, the heat under the duvet was probably what had woken her.

Sirius hadn't aged gracefully – being held in Azkaban for 12 years could do that to a person. Hermione was sure that if he hadn't been falsely accused, he would have been the younger George Clooney of the wizarding world. As it was, the worry lines across his forehead were prominent, his cheeks were still somewhat hollowed out having not gained all of the weight back since his release, and grey hairs were beginning to appear. Hermione, though, could see past all of that none-the-less, to the handsomeness beneath it all.

She herself had aged. Worry lines adorned her forehead and there were crinkles at the corner of her eyes. Her hair had thinned somewhat, though still held it's glossy shine and it's tight curls. She had hoped that her hair would become less frizzy with age, but apparently that wasn't the case.

Hermione stroked her boyfriend's face – boyfriend wasn't enough to describe what they were to each other, but there was no other word for it – and sighed. "I really don't want today to happen," she muttered. "I don't want to get out of bed."

Sirius stirred, moaning lightly, and blinked open one eye lazily despite the fact that he was usually a deep sleeper. Hermione hadn't meant to wake him, and she voiced this to him.

"I wanted to wake up," he said groggily. His arm tightened around her waist and pulled her to him. "Get what I can before this shitty day begins. Right, love?"

"We both know how important it is for me to return to Harry and Ron. It would be weird if I just casually strolled into the castle 20 years older than everyone knows I was – am – and started throwing hexes left, right and centre."

Sirius had opened both of his eyes now and smiled slightly. "Well, we could always tell the boys that you got hit by a horrid curse by one of the death eaters. It would certainly be a shock to them."

Hermione couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, I would love to see the look on Ron's face if I showed up as a middle aged woman. I don't think he would be very much impressed."

Sirius placed a kiss on the tip of her nose. Her heart skipped a bit – it was funny how she still wasn't used to just the slightest touch from him. "In all seriousness though, how are you going to handle being back in their lives? You've changed a lot in the last 20 years, but for them there is no time lapse."

It wasn't often that Sirius started behaving seriously. It only made her heart sink. "It won't be easy, I know that for sure. And there are so many things that have happened that I can barely remember, and when they ask me about them I will struggle to remember what in the name of Merlin they are talking about. They would wonder why I am suddenly pining after you the whole time," she added with a giggle.

"They wouldn't find it strange. After all, who can resist my charm? Really, Hermione, it's a wonder you didn't fall for me earlier."

"Must I always remind you that there is always a thing called modesty?"

"Just being truthful, love."

He pulled Hermione in for a kiss. It was a simple brush of the lips, but still sent a shiver down her spine much the same.

"Well, we need to get up. We have to prepare. And you, sir, need to brush your teeth."

Hermione rolled away from him and got out of bed taking delight in his mock offended expression. The least she could do, Hermione thought, was make the most of their last morning together before they would have to go their separate ways.

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So what do you all think? Good? Bad? I should completely give up before I embarrass myself? Let me know what you think and if there are any improvements that need to be made on my part! Everyone knows that reviews are much appreciated and get writers excited.

Nae x