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Thank you to those of you who reviewed, followed and favorited last time! It really means a lot to hear so many words of encouragement. Please let me know what you think of chapter two. I am glad that this pairing is working out so far, haha.

Chapter Three will be out next Tuesday and it's a long one!

Hermione woke up sometime later. It was dark out and she felt incredibly sore. She was confused. One minute she was fighting with Dolohov and then she thought that she had seen Sirius Black and James Potter which would have meant that she had gone back in time. Which was impossible.

Rain was softly pattering against the window. She didn't know where the was...the bed was extremely comfortable, but it didn't seem at all sinister like Grimmauld Place did. She definitely wasn't at Hogwarts. She looked around, seeing a boy with messy black hair and glasses sitting in the chair in the dark room. Harry. Hermione smiled.

"Oh, thank Merlin. I was having the most bizarre dream. I had broken a time turner and ended up years in the past. I so am glad it was a bad dream." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. She was so happy to be back with her friends and couldn't wait to hear what else had happened with the fight. Was everyone else okay?

"Well, it's over now. Back in good old 1977 then, Victoria."

Hermione's heart stopped. 1977?! It hadn't been a dream at all. And that means that his young man with messy black hair and round glasses wasn't Harry Potter at all. "I'm James, by the way Victoria." He light some of the lamps in the room looking at her.

Hermione's eyes slowly adjusted to the room, allowing her some time to think. "Victoria? Why do you keep calling me that?" Hermione asked, perplexed. She was trying to wrap her head around this. He looked so so much like her Harry, but with hazel eyes.

James sat at the foot of her bed, clearing his throat. He turned to face her a smirk on his face. "Well, that's the name on your, uh...brassiere." He didn't even have the decency to blush. Just kept staring at her shocked face with that devious smirk on his lips.

Hermione's face reddened. "You undressed me?!" She asked, furious. She sat up, causing the blanket to fall of her, revealing the same white lace bra he'd seen earlier. Aghast, she pulled the sheet up. She couldn't believe it, what an...an arrogant...an arrogant person Harry's father was, presuming to undress her. Oh, Merlin, Harry's dad had seen her in a bra!

"Well, no mother did. What did you expect? You were covered with blood and garbage." Hermione frowned. She had forgotten about landing in the garbage cans upon arrival; she'd had a rather hard landing and she supposed that was partly why she was so sore. Some of her ire was dissipating, knowing that it was instead a woman who'd undressed her, and she was rather grateful to not be covered in smelly garbage. "We couldn't get you to let go of your necklace though, even though that what was causing your hand to bleed."

Hermione looked down. Clutched in her left hand was the broken time turner. She removed it from her hand, holding the fragile gold in her other palm. She hissed, feeling some of the glass leaving her hands.

Seeing her in pain, James sat on the bed and took her hand in his. "Here, let me help you with that." He muttered a spell, and Hermione watched as piece after piece of glass came out of her skin and rested on the bedside table. He then waved his hand and she watched as the bleeding stopped and her skin knitted back together until only pink lines remained on her palm. James grabbed some of the salve his mother had set out. He took a dab and rubbed it into her open palm. "It's made with essence of dittany, so hopefully you won't scar." He explained.

Hermione watched his face. He was concentrating very hard on his task, but feeling her eyes on him, a slight blush was tainting his cheeks. The act was strangely intimate, as his fingertips caressed her damaged skin gently.

"James! It's time for dinner!" A female voice shouted from the downstairs.

He immediately let go of her hand. "Uh, mother left out a dress for you while the house elves are laundering your clothes. When you're dressed, it's just to the right and down the stairs. You can't miss it." He rushed out of the room, leaving her by herself. Hermione looked around the dimly lit room. What on Earth had she gotten herself into?

Hermione stumbled down the stairs dressed in a pale pink tea dress, which she thought would have looked much better on someone with Ginny's coloring, but she didn't have any other option. The fashion of the dress was also something she never would have worn, with a tight bodice and a circle skirt that made her feel rather young. She supposed, though, that it was a different time and therefore fashions would be very different. She was wearing her scuffed up tennis shoes from before, again her only option. She hoped it wasn't too embarrassing.

She walked into the dining room and four people were already seated around the table. A man who looked exactly like James and Harry, just with light hazel eyes and surprisingly blond hair, smiled at her awkwardly. He had tiny streaks of gray right by his temples. The only woman was a willowy and elegant, with the jet black hair that James and Harry had inherited. Her sharp gray eyes were trained on Hermione's every move; her voice was like a tinkering bell. "You must be Victoria. Come sit. Eat."

Hermione nodded awkwardly before coming to sit in the chair next to James and across from Sirius. God, she really believed all the stories about him now. He was constantly sharing stories of his youth with the twins, Ron and Harry about his prowess with the ladies of Hogwarts, and Hermione had always imagined that he must be exaggerating. But now, seeing him in the flesh, she was certain that everyone of his blush inducing stories could be true. He was tall, strong looking, with an excellent jawline and piercing gray eyes. His hair was luxurious and wavy and shaggy and dark, dark black. He looked so much younger, had so much vitality compared to the Sirius in her time. "Hermione." She said quietly, after sitting down.

"Excuse me?" The woman asked, annoyed.

"My name is Hermione, not Victoria." Hermione told her, a blush on her cheeks. She still couldn't believe that Harry's dad had seen her bra!

The woman frowned. "Well Hermione...?" The woman trailed off, expectantly.

"Granger ma'am."

"Yes, well, you may call me Dorea. This is my husband is Charlus. And you already know my son James." The woman stared pointedly over the table at Hermione, as though Hermione had stripped down naked in Diagon Alley and jumped into James's arms. Clearly, she didn't approve. Hermione looked at the boy next to her, whose cheeks were pink. "But I don't know if you've met Sirius Black, yet."

Sirius gave her a lazy smirk across the table. "Charmed to make your acquaintance." She smiled at everyone at the table.

"Now, will you tell us what brought you to Diagon Alley today?" Charlus asked her. He seemed to find Hermione much more tolerable than his wife did.

"And in the garbage no less." Dorea huffed. She got the feeling that the woman didn't really care for her at all.

"Yes well," Hermione started, her mind whirring trying to come up with an acceptable answer of why she had just appeared out of nowhere. For some reason, she didn't think that telling them the truth would be wise. Dorea would likely try to ship her straight to St. Mungo's! "I was on the way to visit my great...great uncle and I am afraid I let go of the portkey a little too early." Her cheeks were pink with embarrassment. "Of course it's my luck to crash into garbage cans."

"And who is your uncle? Someone we know?" Dorea asked.

"Um, you probably know him. My great great uncle is Professor Albus Dumbledore." Hermione told them. They all seemed surprised. It was probably her best bet to get to Professor Dumbledore as soon as possible. Hermione was sure that not only would he believe her story - with some convincing - but he would also be able to help her get back to her time.

"Dumbledore is your uncle?" Sirius asked, surprised. "I didn't know he had any family."

Hermione smiled. "Yes, well, you know how magical family trees are. There are so many branches. Sometimes it feels like everyone is related." Dorea nodded, apparently familiar with her own family tree's many criss crosses. "In any case, I should probably get going to Hogwarts, if I could just get my clothes back..."

"Nonsense. You will at least have dinner with us. Plus, it is so late at night, it's probably best to just Floo over tomorrow." Charlus told her, with a voice that left no room for argument. Silence fell over the room and Hermione could hear some far away thunder.

Just then a tawny owl swooped in, dropping off a hideously red letter into James's mashed potatoes. The boy looked completely stricken.

Sirius had a huge grin on his face. "Wicked! James got himself a howler. Go on then, open it!" He loved getting into trouble with his friend, but having James face a consequence by himself was somewhat hilarious.

James didn't even have to open it, it formed into a little mouth and an angry woman's voice filled the room.

"JAMES POTTER, YOU INSUFFERABLE TOERAG! I CAN'T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY THOUGHT YOU WERE BECOMING RESPONSIBLE! I WAITED IN DIAGON ALLEY FOR OVER TWO HOURS FOR YOU, ONLY TO FIND OUT FROM MARLENE THAT YOU WERE GALLIVANTING WITH SOME SLAG WITH SIRIUS! DON'T EVEN BOTHER TRYING TO TALK TO ME ON THE TRAIN! I HATE YOU!" The letter then exploded in his face.

James dropped his head to his hands, mussing up his already messy hair. "Fuck, I completely forgot about Lily." He groaned, Lily was never going to talk to him now.

"Language, James!" Dorea said, scandalized.

"I was just going to prove to her how responsible I was, and then maybe she would have gone out with me this year." James looked very distraught. Sirius was trying to hide his laughter behind a napkin. He did feel bad for his friend, but a woeful James was just so nihilistic. He didn't know how easy he had it. "She is always telling me to grow up."

"Don't worry too much James, I am sure that when you explain it to her, she will understand." Hermione said supportively, patting him on the arm politely. Lily had better talk to James at some point, Hermione thought, otherwise her Harry wouldn't be waiting for her when she got back.

James looked up at her with a hopeful smile. "You really think so?" He heard Sirius snort in the background. Hermione just nodded, and James rewarded her with a huge grin.

Sirius didn't understand why James seemed to like this girl so much. Maybe it was because she was the first woman he had seen in just a bra. When they found her earlier, she was filthy and covered in garbage. And now that she was all cleaned up, she was awkward and bruised and somewhat plain. Her hair was curly and just brown, not at all like the spun gold locks of Marlene or the fiery red of Lily. Not to mention her hair was quite wild...it did have somewhat of that just been shagged look. And she did have somewhat of sultry bedroom eyes that looked like melted chocolate. And although her mouth was rather small, her lips were a kissable shade of pink, and when she had her mouth parted in that breathless sort of way all he could think about was tangling his hands in her wild hair and holding her close to his body while he snogged her senseless.

Sirius blinked and looked away when he realized that he had been staring at the girl. Maybe she wasn't as plain as he thought after all. He felt his cheeks redden and hoped that she hadn't noticed him staring. He was a little bit put out that she seemed to pay him no mind at all, as if he wasn't Hogwarts most shaggable seventh year. In fact, she seemed to be paying much more attention to James than she did to him, leaving Sirius feeling rather put out.

James seemed to have been somewhat consoled by Hermione's reassurances that Lily would give him another chance if he just gave her a little time to cool off. Instead he happily discussed some Quidditch tactics with Charlus that he wanted to implement this year as Captain. Hermione sat there, quietly, almost as if she was trying to disappear from the room.

When the plates were cleared away, Hermione awkwardly stood. Usually they stayed at the table for coffee and dessert, but she didn't seem to want to stick around. "I thank you so much for your hospitality, but I really should be going. I don't want my uncle to worry too much about me...so if I could just have my clothes back? I will be on my way." Her voice was insistent. Sirius watched as Dorea bristled at being bossed around in her own house.

"Of course we will give you back those clothes, though I don't know why you'd want to wear those baggy things again. Please, keep the dress. If those jeans were indicative of the rest of your wardrobe, I'd say you need it far more than I do." Hermione blushed, but was somewhat annoyed. Surely her attire wasn't that atrocious. And she found her jeans very comfortable. Still, she wasn't sure how long she would be there, so she was grateful to have at least one other outfit.

With Dorea's consent finally granted, a house elf was called to take the young woman back to the her room to change. Sirius watched as Hermione left the dining room, her circle skirt swishing around her shapely legs. Yes, he could concede, she wasn't nearly as plain as he had initially taken her to be.

"What an odd girl. I swear James, if you ever raised a daughter to be like that, I'd disown you." Dorea said, without a hint of sarcasm in her voice. James chuckled nervously in response.

Sirius didn't think it was very funny.