Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. They are the property of J.K. Rowling in all her fabulousness! The plot is only sorta mine, too, but I don't know who to give credit to for that, since I don't know who started the Hermione/random Marauder Time Turner obsession.
Hermione Granger rolled her eyes as she sat down beside her two very drunk friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
"Honestly, you two," she sighed. "I go to the Library for an hour and when I return, you manage to be this drunk?"
Ron snickered, nodding. "Uh huh."
Harry pushed his glasses up his nose with a shrug. "Sorry, 'Mione. We couldn't help it. Ron just happened to mention that the twins had mailed him a couple cases of Firewhiskey and we couldn't resist the temptation!"
"So it's your fault, Ronald?" Hermione asked one eyebrow lifted as she looked at her red-headed friend.
Ron let out a hiccup before smiling sheepishly. "Well, s'not like I asked 'em to send me the Firewhizzy," he slurred.
"Actually, Ron-"
"-Shuddup, Harry."
Hermione frowned at the boys. "Really," she scolded, "you two are seventeen! You're old enough that I shouldn't have to be your surrogate mother!"
"That's what Mrs. Weasley's for!" Harry stupidly agreed.
"Yeah! Thassut Molly's for!"
"Ronald!" Hermione gasped. "Did you just call your mother by her first name?"
As Ron tried to think, his jaw went slack. "Uh…Yeah." He gave a nod.
Hermione once again rolled her eyes, grabbing the book she had tucked under her arm and opening it.
"Watcha' reading for?" Harry asked, tilting his head. "It's the weekend!"
Huffing, Hermione answered, "You know that I happen to enjoy reading!"
"Yeah, 'cause she's stupid like that!" Ron stage whispered to Harry, earning a smack on the head from the curly-haired brunette. He looked at her for a moment in disdain. "Guess that's why she got so hot. Traded her brains for boobies." He let out the high-pitched giggle that alcohol always seemed to draw from him.
Hermione scowled at him. "Ronald," she sighed. "I am going to get a bucket of ice water if you don't shut up this instant!"
"She is still smart," Harry reminded Ron as he ran a hand through his untamable black hair.
"Oh yeah!" Ron grinned, nodding. "That's why we need you to tell us what the topic was for that Potions assignment."
"Which one?" Hermione immediately reached for her sack, which had a list of all the assignments she had been given over the past month in it.
"That one from last Friday," Harry explained.
A frown grew on Hermione's face as she looked through the list. Her eyes searched, but her attempts were for nothing. There was nothing on the list from the previous Friday that suggested that there was homework for Potions.
"You can't be serious!" she gasped.
"Why don't you go ask Ginny?" Ron suggested, receiving a whack on the head from Hermione.
"She's a year younger than us, Ronald. She won't know the Seventh Year assignments. You of all people should know that about your sister."
"Why don't you ask Snape?" Harry asked.
Hermione sighed. "Do you honestly think an insufferable git like Professor Snape will tell me?"
"True." Ron and Harry both laughed drunkenly.
"I'll ask Luna!" Hermione decided, earning another chorus of laughter.
"Do you really think," Harry asked with a hiccup, "that she remembers? I mean, Loony—Luna's a nice enough girl, but she's a little empty up here." He tapped his skull.
"Oh." Hermione frowned.
"How 'bout Neville?" Ron tilted his head.
Even Hermione got a laugh out of that. "Do you really think Neville remembers?" She sat down on the couch again, sighing heavily. "There's no point! Even if I knew the topic, I'd have no time to…" She paused. "Time! That's it!"
She scurried across the Common Room, gaining confused glances from Harry and Ron as she sped off up to the Girls' Dorm. She quickly shut the door before dashing over to her bed.
"Thank Merlin," she sighed as she realized the dorm was empty. She was able to pull her private trunk out from under her bed without worry that any other student would see the rather…illegal items held within.
Reaching to the bottom of the trunk, she pulled out a familiar item. A gold chain rested in her palm witha small hourglass dangling from it. She smiled softly, reading the words carved into the rings surrounding the Time Turner.
I mark the hours every one
Nor have I yet outrun the sun
My time and value unto you
Are gauged by what you have to do
Hermione chuckled lightly, putting the Time Turner around her neck.
Just then, the door flew open, hitting the wall with a loud slam!
"Hermione," Luna breathed, clutching her side as she gasped for breath.
Hermione saw that Luna was looking away and took the opportunity to hide the Time Turner under her robes; even if she did trust Luna, she wanted to keep the secret between herself, Harry, and Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall.
"What is it, Luna?" Hermione asked, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What would cause Luna to run in with such a desperate look?
"Forbidden Forest. Something attacked Neville. Come quick!" Luna's large, innocent, gray eyes were frantic as she began to panic about her recent boyfriend.
Hermione frowned. "Why don't you ask Harry or Ron?"
"I would have," Luna explained, "but they both appeared rather drunk and I wasn't sure if they would be able to walk that far."
"Oh, yeah." Hermione sighed for a moment, chewing on her lip. "All right. I'll help you." In a flash, she was sprinting down the stairs, tugging Luna with her. "That boy," she sighed, "can be such an idiot sometimes. Do you know what it was?"
"Nargles, I think."
Hermione let out a sigh, remembering that she shouldn't trust Luna with those sorts of things. "What were you two doing, anyway?"
"I think he was trying to make a move on me," Luna explained, suddenlyreturning to her usual calm self as the assurance that Hermione would fix everything dawned on her. "I'm not sure though, having never experienced such a thing before."
Even in such a nerve-wracking situation, Hermione was able to chuckle lightly at how naïve Luna could be at times.
Returning to the serious situation at hand, she asked, "Where in the Forbidden Forest were you?" She was actually surprised that Neville and Luna would go into the Forbidden Forest—Neville wasn't exactly the bravest fellow and Luna didn't strike her as the adventurous type. Of course, if Harry, Ron, or she asked them to, she was sure they would.
"Close to the edge, looking for Hagrid," Luna explained as they exited Hogwarts and sprinted towards the Forbidden Forest.
Oh. That makes sense, Hermione thought, nodding to herself.
She pulled out her wand, bracing herself for an attack of some kind. She gripped the ivy patterns tightly, her fingers tracing them. Somehow, doing this reassured her of her ability to stop whatever beast this was.
As they approached the Forest, she heard a familiar sound: Neville's gasp.
What was unexpected was what followed it. As Hermione listened, she heard a fit of laughter follow the gasps.
"Nargles," Luna mumbled, her eyes growing wide again.
Hermione shook her head. "More likely a Tickling Charm or some similar-"
"-Fang! Stop it!" Neville's voice interrupted.
Hermione turned to Luna, one eyebrow raised. "You sent me out here to battle Fang?"
"I'm sorry, Hermione. I didn't know it was Fang." Luna looked down sheepishly.
Hermione couldn't resist any longer; she burst into a fit of giggles. She hadn't had a good laugh in what felt like ages, so even something as simple as Luna and Neville mistaking Fang for a monster of some kind sent her practically into hysterics.
Luna smiled softly as the two girls followed the laughter until they reached Neville. As expected, he was lying on the ground, Fang on top of him and licking him to near suffocation. "I suppose it is rather silly, isn't it?"
"Yes." Hermione nodded with a laugh. "Why don't you and Neville get back to the Common Room? I'll join you two in a few."
Luna nodded, helping Neville escape Fang's grasp and guiding him back to the castle.
Hermione glanced around quickly, ensuring that nobody was looking before pulling the Time Turner out of her shirt.
"Two weeks," she muttered under her breath as she fumbled with the magical trinket as carefully as possible.
She almost immediately saw the world spinning backwards rapidly. She saw Luna and Neville returning to the Forbidden Forest; Hagrid and Fang running around;Harry and Ron causing mischief with herself making several protests; and a few too many couples having rather intimate moments for her taste.
Then, she realized something was off. It was impossible for it to take this long to only go back two weeks!
She started seeing completely unfamiliar faces, along with much younger versions of some very familiar ones.
She saw herself as a first year, staring up at Hagrid with large, curious eyes.
Hermione panicked, unsure of how to get out of this. As far as she'd learned, there was no way to stop the Time Turner until you reached your destination time.
Soon, all familiar faces except for the teachers vanished, and not long after some of those disappeared, too.
She let out a long, shrill scream that would only be lost in time, unheard by all but her.
The time traveling continued for at least another twenty minutes before the shadows stopped their rapid dance and the blurs of people moving slowed down.
Hermione let out a sigh of relief. She looked up, seeing that it was the middle of the night, the full moon hanging from the middle of the sky.
In that instant, a black blur rushed at her, tackling her to the ground.
"Fang? What are you…?"
Hermione looked up, expecting to see the gigantic gray dog she had met in her First Year.
It wasn't Fang.
The dog, although large, was smaller than Fang, with shaggy black fur and wide, playful eyes. Those eyes were a little more solemn and serious than they normally were, though.
Standing behind the dog was a stag that faced the opposite direction, backing towards both the teen and the canine. A small rat scampered around them, nervously hiding from a body looming towards them.
All three animals tried to push Hermione away, but it was too late.
An all-too-familiar werewolf came lumbering towards them; although he looked much younger than the last time Hermione had seen him.
"Oh, Merlin!" Hermione gasped, trying to scoot away from the animals known as Padfoot, Prongs, Wormtail, and Moony. In their human form, of course, they were known as Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin.
Hermioneimmediately realized that the Time Turner had indeed not taken her back two weeks.
It had taken her back two decades.
A/N: All right, that's Chapter One, ladies and gentlemen. Special thanks to my totally awesome beta, MysticMarauder. She is the best! Chapter Two should hopefully be up soon! *Fingers crossed*