A/N: Hey guys! I know there are a billion time-travelling Hermione stories out there, but I've been wanting to write one for a while. If you have any suggestions on how to make it stand out/different compared to the other ones, let me know. This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction.

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everything!

'Harry - we've got to go for help - ' Hermione cried; she was bleeding too; the Willow had cut her across the shoulder.
'No! That thing's big enough to eat him, we haven't got time -'
'We're never going to get through without help -'
Another branch whipped down at them, twigs clenched like knuckles.
Hermione let out a shriek as the branch crashed into her chest - shattering the Time-Turner hidden beneath her sweater - and sent her stumbling backwards.
'Harry!' She shouted, as the world began to blur around her. 'Oh no...' she was certain this couldn't be good.

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'What the bloody hell was she doing there, lying under the Willow like that?' A male voice demanded, sounding rather incredulous.

'Do you guys recognize her? We should get her to Madame Pomfrey.. She doesn't look badly injured or anything, but...' Another voice asked.

'No, we should take her with us though, we have to head there anyways. Sirius?' Hermione snapped her eyes open, Sirius?

'Sirius? Sirius Black?' She said shrilly, pushing herself to her feet. The boy who had been bending down next to her eyed her warily. He most certainly did not look like the crazed escapee from Azkaban, far too young at the least. 'G-Get away from me, you monster. What have you done with my friends? Where's Ron? Harry! Get away from him, he's dangerous!'

'Uh.. James? Explain?' The boy; Sirius asked, looking at his friend who was just as bewildered as he was. James just shook his head, eyeing the deranged girl.

'Ja - oh.' Hermione said simply, looking more carefully at the messy-haired boy. He stood taller, and was more filled out than Harry; his eyes were wrong too. She looked over the three of them, James with his messy hair and glasses, Sirius with his long dark hair and handsome features. Behind the two of them was a sick-looking boy with a scar across his face; he stood hunched over, yet there was an undeniable curiosity and calculating look in his eyes. Remus? She wondered.

'Right. Well, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to the library.' Hermione said, straightening herself and turning to head to the castle.

'You haven't said who you are, nor how you know who I am,' Sirius said, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. In an instant, Hermione had her wand out of her pocket and pressed against his neck.

'Let. Go. Of. Me. Now, Black.' She snarled fiercely. All of her hate and loathing pouring out at once for this man, the man who would grow up and betray Harry's parents, who would ultimately be the cause of all of her best friend's suffering. Her best friend who was now alone, 20-something years in the future. Stunned, Sirius took a step back from her; his self-assurance and confidence diminishing in the face of her rage.

'With all due respect, Miss Hermione, would it not be more prudent for you to go to the headmaster or something? You aren't a student here.'

'Of course I a - No, you're right. Thank you, R- Sir." She turned again, and managed to actually make it a few steps before being stopped again.

'How do you plan on finding his office?' James called, a little too casually. Thoroughly frustrated, and tired at this point, Hermione rounded on the three of them.
Taking a deep breath and calming herself slightly, she nodded. She didn't know how long she'd be here, and until then, she shouldn't give too much away.
Heaven only knew how much she'd made a mess of things as it was, knowing their names and saying what she had.

'Very well; show me. Please.' she acquiesced, indicating for them to lead the way. The three marauders, though she didn't know if they were that yet, surrounded her and lead her through the familiar Hogwarts halls. A feeling of homesickness washed through her, as she walked through there. It was silly, really. Being homesick for a place that she was currently in, all the same, it wasn't her Hogwarts. Surrounding her there were only unfamiliar faces - No Ginny, Dean, Neville, Harry or Ron, not even the distant rumblings of Fred and George causing some sort of mischief, or Percy with his puffed out chest, ensuring that everyone was well aware of the fact that he's a prefect.
No, instead she was surrounded by her werewolf professor, her best friend's dad, and a fugitive mass murderer.

She sighed. There really was never such a thing as a dull day at Hogwarts.