Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter/Hogwarts or any of the characters therein. I wish, but no.

Warning: Language, innuendo, slight chance for a lemon later on (Rated M just in case)

A/N: So, I know it's been done before, but this is a time travel fic, and I'm not entirely sure how it's going to go. Hopefully it's alright.

Hermione stepped off the train and felt a smile spread across her face at the sight of the lake and the carriages waiting to take us up to the castle. With Harry and Ron right behind her, she walked the short distance to the nearest empty carriage and climbed inside. Sliding into the corner to make room for Ginny and Luna, she leaned back on the seat and smiled at the familiar feeling, closing her eyes. She listened to the others chatting, but didn't join in, content just to sit and think about the feast that would be waiting for them. When she felt the carriage slow to a stop, she climbed out after the others and followed them up the giant marble steps to the gargantuan double doors. Crossing the Entrance Hall, she glanced up, remembering the time Peeves had dropped water balloons on them as they entered. In her distraction, she got separated from the others by the crowd of people. Suddenly she found herself standing beside Pansy Parkinson, whose face showed nothing but hostility, "What's this Granger?" she asked, reaching for the chain around Hermione's neck. She tried to back away, but ran into someone else in the crowded hall. Pansy got a hold of the chain and pulled it out from under her robes, revealing the small hourglass hanging from it. Hermione tried to grab it back from her, but she held it firmly in her hands and flipped it around a few times. Abruptly she was gone, and Hermione had managed to get a hold of the pendant, but she had been pulling so hard that it shattered in her hand. Helpless, she watched the world around her, which appeared to be in high speed rewind. She closed her eyes in the hope that she was dreaming and when she opened them again she would be sitting in the Great Hall with Harry and Ron.

Feeling the sickening feeling cease, she dared a peek around her. She was once again surrounded by a large crowd of people, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Pushing her way through the mass of bodies, she was near the front when she saw the messy black hair she was looking for. She placed a hand on his shoulder, "Harry! The weirdest th-" Her words cut off as the person turned around. She felt a sickening suspicion in her stomach as she looked into the familiar face, different only in the eyes. "J-James?" she managed to stutter, hoping beyond all hope that she was somehow mistaken.

The boy raised an eyebrow as if she was insane, "Last time I checked. Who're you?"

"N-no one. Sorry." Hermione slipped back into the crowd, noticing as she did so that she knew some of the faces surrounding the senior Potter. Looking around frantically, she realized that she recognized several of the faces. She had never seen them this young, but they bore unmistakeable resemblances. Resemblances to people she had only ever seen in pictures. Pictures of those who had died before she even knew about the existence of wizards. The truth hit her like a bullet: she was in Hogwarts in the time of Harry's parents. And with her Time-Turner destroyed, she had no way of getting back to her present. Suddenly overwhelmed, the world turned black and she was unconscious before she even hit the ground.

Blinking confusedly and recoiling from the sharp scent in her nostrils, Hermione raised her head and was greeted by the familiar face of Albus Dumbledore, looking exactly as he did in the future, although possibly slightly less wrinkled and with hair a little less grey. He eyes twinkled kindly behind his half-moon glasses as he recapped the small bottle of smelling salts, "Ah, I see you're awake." Still dazed, all Hermione could do was nod. "Good, good. Now, how about we get this pesky business of introductions out of the way. I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Helena Vasquez," the words came out sharply, without hesitation, although she didn't know where the name had come from. "My parents sent an owl. I'm supposed to transfer here from Leonaliento Academia de Magia." Again, she wasn't sure why she had said it, but it sounded believable, at least to Hermione's ears, and she knew that the school existed at least in the future.

Dumbledore smiled and inclined his head, "A student of Rosa's then. You are lucky to have studied there. I haven't received any owls, but this should be simple enough to clear up. Would you still like to attend the feast?"

She frowned, "How long was I unconscious?"

"Only as long as it took for Mr Malfoy to bring you here. There is still plenty of time for you to join the first years for the Sorting. I rather doubt they will start without me, as the headmaster is rather an important figure in a school."

Hermione got the feeling he didn't completely believe her, but was grateful that he was going along with it. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and got to her feet. The Headmaster got to his feet gracefully and gestured for her to follow him. He led her out of the Hospital Wing, which was also identical to the one she knew, although Madam Pomfrey looked distinctly younger. She looked around as they walked briskly through the castle, trying to act as if she was seeing it all for the first time. Once they reached the Entrance Hall, Dumbledore crossed quickly and had a fast muttered conversation with Professor McGonagall. She nodded once and he vanished into the great hall. The tall forbidding-looking professor approached Hermione in a few long strides, "Miss Vasquez. Wait with the first-years please." She ushered me into the group of small terrified-looking children, "I'll collect you in a moment." She disappeared for a minute or two and returned with the three-legged stool, looking perhaps a little less spindly, and the patched old Sorting Hat, which may have been slightly less ragged. She opened the large double doors, "Follow me please." Hermione drifted to the back of the group, entering the Great Hall last. The huge room looked exactly as it would if Hermione was sitting with Harry and Ron watching the new students file in, like she was supposed to be, instead of filing in with them and noticing faces that she knew but had never met. McGonagall set down the stool and placed the hat on top of it, and then called out in a loud voice, "When I call your name, you come forward, the Hat will be placed on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses." She pulled out a long roll of parchment, and the tension among the first-years increased visibly. But before she read out the names, a loud voice began to sing.

When the Sorting Hat had finished its song, McGonagall stepped forward.

Anderson, Sarah

A small girl with curly brown hair walked up and took a seat on the stool, quivering with anxiety. After a few moments the wide rip on the brim of the hat opened and it shouted, RAVENCLAW

Barr, Christine

Hermione zoned out while waiting for her turn, her feet moving forward of their own accord every time the line shifted. Finally, when she was the only student left standing, McGonagall called out,

Vasquez, Helena

She walked up and sat down on the stool, wondering for the first if the hat would put her in Gryffindor again, or if it would have a different take on her mind this time. The hat slipped onto her head and almost immediately a voice in her ear muttered, "A time traveller now? Definitely a fair amount of bravery, also a very sharp mind, caring, but also cunning at the same time. A rather difficult choice, but I suppose I have to say, GRYFFINDOR."

Hermione stood and took the hat off her head, handing it to Professor McGonagall, and headed over to the table of applauding Gryffindors. Scanning the long benches, she spotted an empty seat about halfway down. Keeping her face down, she slid into it and focused on the plate in front of her, still trying to absorb that she was all of a sudden going to school with her best friend's parents.

"You don't look like a first-year," a teasing voice pulled her out of her musing.

"I'm not. I transferred," Hermione answered without thinking, and when she raised her head to see who had spoken, she was looking into the handsome laughing face of a teenage Sirius Black.

"I see," he replied, "Where from?"

"Leonaliento." Before he could ask, Hermione added, "It's in South America. It's Spanish for Lionbreath."

His expression changed to one of bewildered amusement, "Interesting name for a school."

"Oh leave her alone Padfoot. There'll be plenty of time to interrogate the new girl tomorrow morning. Besides, if you think about it, this place is called Hogwarts, which if you think about it, is just as odd." Hermione looked across the table to see who had spoken, and was greeted with the sight of a pretty redheaded girl, with eyes that made her next words completely unnecessary, "I'm Lily. This is Remus, Peter, and Alice, and the rude one is Sirius."

"And I'm James," a voice stated from the other side of Lupin, who looked much healthier and less ragged than Hermione had ever seen him. Hermione glanced over and again felt her breath leave her body at the resemblance between the man in front of her and the boy she had gone to school with for the previous six years.

Lily rolled her eyes, "Oh of course. How could I have forgotten?"

Hermione smiled internally at the obvious antagonism between the two and Alice jumped in, "Now children, let's play nicely. We wouldn't want Helena to think we're a bunch of immature infants." Turning to Hermione she added, "You'll get used to them."

Hermione smiled, "I'm sure I will."

Just then Dumbledore got to his feet and immediately silence fell over the Hall, "Good evening, and welcome to a new year at Hogwarts.