A/n Star: So I am all over the place lately… I keep reading random couplings within the Harry Potter stories, and then I get hooked on them and choose to write about it… So here is another one. This is an over used concept, but I'm hoping I can spin it differently. To all my Glee people, I will continue that eventually… Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not have the distinct pleasure of owning any characters within the Harry Potter universe… I wish I did though.

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Hermione Granger, a 5'4" brunette with wild, bushy curls, and amazing curves, flopped on her bed in the Gryffindor 6th year dorms with a groan. Shielding her face with a pillow, she screamed loudly.

"Whoa, 'Mione," Ginny Weasly, her 5'6" red-headed, freckled best female friend, said in concern. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sick of this Gin," she answered once she removed the pillow. "Ron treats me the way he treats you, Draco treats me like shit, and other than Harry, who I consider to be my little brother, no other guy at this school notices me. I just want to finally have a boyfriend."

"What about Viktor?"

"Viktor was a creep, but he was only my friend," Hermione explained in a low tone. "We didn't even ever kiss, Gin. I am completely inexperienced, besides what I have learned in books. It's like I don't belong here or something…"

"What do you mean by you don't belong here?" Ginny demanded. "Did Malfoy tell you this?"

"You misunderstood me Gin," Hermione quickly replied, inwardly sighing in relief when Ginny's murderous expression cleared. "I don't mean that I don't think I belong in Hogwarts, because I know that I do. What I mean is that I feel like I mother everyone. I am the responsible one."

"My mother always told me that I was born an old soul, but I don't think I fully understood what she meant until now." The look on Hermione's face was soft and pensive as she attempted to explain her feelings to Ginny. "I feel like I was born at the wrong time, like I am in the wrong time."

"Oh, so you're like Luna then?" Ginny asked suddenly, understanding dawning on her face. "Luna told me that she should have been born about 20 years ago if she were to fit with how she perceives life."

"I can agree with that," Hermione muttered, still contemplating her realization. "Hmm, I think I am going to go and talk to Luna about this. Thanks for listening Gin. I appreciate it." As soon as the sentence ended, she was on her feet and out the door, so quickly that if Ginny didn't know any better she would've believed her to have Apparated.

"Uh, you're welcome?" Ginny supplied to the empty room, shrugging then skipping out to the common room intent on discovering Harry on his own.

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Hermione ran out of the portrait hole, racing to the library, where Luna had told them she would be all day. When she reached the doorway to the library, she stopped, took a deep breathe, then calmly walked into the room, straight for the table Luna normally occupied.

At the table, a 5'5" female sat. The girl had straight blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back. The expression on her face and in her eyes was dazed as usual. The only people that would be able to see the look of pure concentration on her face at the moment would be one of her close friends.

"Oh, hello Hermione," the blonde girl, also known as the fellow 6th year Ravenclaw that was Luna Lovegood said breathily. "Did you need something?" As she said this, she closed the book she was previously enraptured by and looked at her.

"Hi Luna," Hermione said back happily. "I was talking to Ginny a little bit ago. I was upset and explaining to her about how I felt that I did not belong in this time period. She said that you had similar feelings, so I thought that I should come and talk to you."

"Oh yes," Luna replied happily, her eyes focused on something that Hermione couldn't see, let alone understand, but she could see them darken somewhat. "Ever since the whole being bit by Greyback during the full moon and everyone knowing about it, I have wanted out of here."

Hermione's heart broke as Luna said this, remembering the attack that took place a few months prior that changed Luna's life forever. Luna's voice broke her contemplation. "Everyone, barring Ron, Ginny, Harry, and yourself of course, ignores me or avoids me because they are frightened. I just want to live how I used to. Back then, I was told that the 70s would suit me because I could fit in with the hippies. I should've liked to have met them, they sound fascinating."

Hermione giggled at the end of Luna's explanation, realizing that she would fit in well with that time period. "I don't know where I would want to be to be honest," Hermione supplied with a slight blush. "But I would love to see… never mind, it's rather foolish really." She sighed.

"You would love to see Sirius Black again?" Luna asked suddenly, shocking Hermione, who believed that no one, other than a certain pair of brothers, was aware of how she felt about him. "That way you could actually attempt to pursue your feelings for him before he becomes Harry's godfather, 20 years older than you, tainted by Azkaban, and is actually still among the living?"

Hermione's jaw dropped. "How…how… I don't…. I mean…. huh?"

"Let me guess, how did I know that you had feelings for Sirius?" Luna asked. Upon seeing Hermione's nod, she continued. "Well, I am very perceptive, whether people like to believe it or not. I saw the look on your face when Harry had that dream about Sirius, and the way your body completely relaxed when he wasn't where Harry said he was. I saw how distressed and broken your were when we lost him, and how even hearing his name now makes tears run down your face," her soft explanation ended with her handing Hermione a tissue.

"So," Hermione sniffled, wiping away her tears. "We both feel that we would belong in the time of the Marauders better than our own. Think there is anything that we could do about it?"

"I believe I can be of assistance there," the soft tinkling voice interrupted. Spinning around the girls noticed Professor Albus Dumbledore, the white haired, long white bearded Headmaster that always had a twinkle in his eye, one that was shining brighter now then ever.