Hello! So, I've written many Harry Potter stories, but this is my first Time Turner fic.

Dont roll your eyes at me. Kind of cliche I know, but I needed to at least try this out.

So, if you would, please read these little notes:

This story is set in the summer between fifth and sixth year, ignoring Sirius' death.

Also, to fit into my story plot, someone who travels back in time cannot change the outcome of the future, but the people in the past (if they later encopunter in the future) will remember everything.

Now, read, and review!

Chapter 1:

Hermione rubbed her eyes, and reluctantly shut her book. At nearly three in the morning, her energy was waning quickly. Being the stubbornly studious girl that she was, she had been trying to resist the urge to head to bed by studying into the wee morning hours. Finally, she was forced to give in and get some sleep.

During the summer, she had fallen back to her pre-semester routine of reading all of the required books back to front, and taking in-depth notes. Even though her friends gave her a hard time about her bookish personality, she continued doing as she had always done.

Slowly, she climbed the rickety stairs of Grimmauld Place. She had been living in the house with Sirius, Harry, Remus, and the Weasley clan for quite a while now. Dumbledore had requested that everyone be located at Grimmauld Place for safety purposes. It had been decided that Sirius' house served as better protection from Voldemort than the Burrow. So, until school started back, Hermione was stuck here.

She had always liked Sirius well enough. They bickered a lot of the time, but over all, she had always thought he was a sweet person. She also had a lingering fancy for him, a school girl crush. He was extraordinarily handsome for his age, and was funny, extremely smart, and rich beyond belief. Always looking for a good time, the long time bachelor-by-choice was always interested in long banters with his friends, and a large bottle of fire whiskey. He was a typical playboy, a total cliche. He flirted with everybody, from kissing Molly Weasley's cheek after dinner, to pulling Hermione into bear hugs during random moments. If Hermione had learned one thing about him while living with him, it was that Sirius Black was a very touchy-feely type of guy.

Hermione sighed and pulled her pajamas from her top bedroom drawer. She unclasped her bra, and slipped on a soft short sleeved shirt, and some worn, plaid, flannel sleep pants. She crawled onto the bed, and slipped under the silk black sheets, pulling them comfortably up to her chin.

Crap, she was thirsty.

Grumbling softly under her breath, she swung out of bed, and padded down to the kitchen, angrily grabbing a glass and pouring some water into it, taking a long drought from it. Water nearly came out of her nose when she felt a strong hand grasp her shoulder. She turned around only to become face to face with the master of the house himself.

"Sirius, you startled me!" she hissed, scowling at him. He smirked down at her fondly.

"Apologies, my pet." he said. Hermione blushed at the endearment.

"I'll just be heading back to bed now." she said, pushing past him. A bark of laughter came from his mouth.

"Im sorry if I scared you off, love, I just came down to grab a drink. No need to run away." he teased, tickling her sides good-naturedly. Hermione swatted his hand away.

"Now really, I must be getting to bed. Goodnight, Sirius." she said, smiling, and flouncing back upstairs to bed.

Hermione sat up in bed, stretching her limbs, stiff from a long night's slumber. Looking around her sun filled bedroom, she smiled, taking in the fresh morning light, peeking from behind her white curtains adorning her windows on either side of her mahogany bed. She had always been a morning person, and always woke up in a good mood.

She tossed one leg over the side of the bed, and pulled herself up. She walked over to her wardrobe, and chose an outfit without even looking; her mind was on one thing, Mrs. Weasley's delicious breakfasts. Now, with her stomach rumbling loudly, she practically sprinted down the stairs into the kitchen, where everyone was sitting, chatting pleasantly and munching on bacon and toast. She pulled up a chair in between Harry and Remus Lupin, reaching across the table to grab a spoonful of scrambled eggs from a plate in the middle of the table. Harry, smiled at her, his mouth full of food.

"Morning, 'Mione!" he said, kindly pouring her a glass of juice. He was so sweet. Hermione grinned.

"Good morning, Harry." She looked across the table, where Sirius was sitting. "And good morning, Sirius." Sirius nodded.

"So what are your plans for the day, 'Mione? It's a lovely day, we could go window shopping in Diagon Alley." Ginny Weasley suggested, tilting her head at her friend. Hermione frowned.

"That sounds fantastic, Gin, but I have loads of studying to do before term starts."

"Only you could sit inside studying on a gorgeous day." Ron Weasley said, laughing. Hermione stuck her tongue out at him, a gesture which he quickly returned.

"Yeah, come on, love, we still have two months of summer until school. I don't think that one day of relaxation will set the brilliant Hermione Granger back any from her academics." Sirius teased, winking at her. She shook her head.

"No. Im studying today." she said, interrupting Ron from saying something. "My mind is made up." Ginny looked slightly put out, but shrugged.

"Suit yourself." she said, fixing her attention back on the pancakes on her plate. Hermione sighed.

"Did the Hogwarts owls come yet?" she asked Mrs. Weasley, looking wistfully out the window. Mrs. Weasley smiled sympathetically. Hermione had been expecting an owl for what seemed like forever, so that she could find out if she had made prefect or not.

"Now, Hermione, dear, don't worry. You know you made prefect." the older woman said kindly. Hermione sighed again. Harry nodded.

"You know you're a genius. Plus, you're about the biggest stickler for school rules I've ever met." Harry said, smiling, and patting Hermione on the back.

Pulling another book out of her bag, Hermione grumbled. Each passing minute, she regretted declining Ginny's invitation to go out. The house was dull, gloomy, and depressing with its black curtains, musty furniture, and creaky floors. It was also incredibly dark, especially in the library, where Hermione was. She just couldn't concentrate on her work knowing that the weather outside was so nice. Why did she have to be such a studious prude?

She reached inside of her bag for another quill, and felt something cold and metallic tangle around her fingers. The lighting in the room was too dim for her to tell what she had accidentally grabbed. She stuck her other hand inside of her bag so that she could unwrap her hand from whatever she had gotten caught on. She felt something circular and glassy, and she twisted it, thinking that it would help untangle her fingers. But instead, she felt an instant pulling in the pits of her stomach. She felt breathless and light. The entire room seemed to be spinning crazily. She closed her eyes. When she opened them, she gasped, and looked at her hand.

And that's when she realized, she had twisted the hourglass of her old time turner.

"Crap." she said, stomping her foot a little.

Yes. Crap indeed.