I don't really know where we're going with this, and I know its slow-going, But I'm positive we'll have a wonderful adventure . And I'm so excited! I can't wait!

Chapter 2

It must have had something to do with the unforgivable that had been cast her way… Or the breaking of the time turner, after all, it had shattered into an irreparable amount of pieces. Whatever happened Hermione had traveled back in time much farther than intended… 20 or so years farther than intended actually.

Hermione stared at the ceiling, unable to stop her mind from replaying the events that had taken place before the time turner had came into her possession. Harry had been with her, running right at her heals. Where had he gone? How could she have lost him so easily? One minute he was there, the next she had turned around and he was no where in sight. But there was no time to stop and look. There was no time.

I certainly have plenty of time now. She thought sourly. I can't believe that things have turned out so horribly! Her face was set in stone. This was not turning out to be a good situation at all, even though trying to warn Hogwarts of the attack had only a slim chance of succeeding, there was little or no hope of returning back to her own time. A few hours were nothing, a few years… that was a different matter. Time-turners were fairly easy to handle. You wait for the hours to pass and suddenly your back where you started when you first turned the hourglass shaped contraption. The only way to get back to her time (That she knew) would be to wait until the time that she had turned it…. 25 years from her present day.

Ginny. Hermione closed her eyes. She could see her as though they were in the same room. The scene played through her mind with disturbing clarity… There had been a flurry of red hair as she tried to dodge aside only to be hit with a curse and thrown into a wall, the tapestry falling atop her as she became tangled while trying to stand up. She hadn't moved after the second curse hit her. There was a still lump under a mountain of blue material. Hermione had kept running she had a mission to complete. A mission that failed horribly… What had she done? What could she do? Feeling very lost and alone Hermione contemplated her options, and was very disappointed to discover that she really didn't have any options at all; absolutely none.

She was starting class on Monday. Lost on her way to Hogwarts earlier that week, apparently the young woman who had collapsed outside the vegetable patch had been attacked by Death Eaters… Or at least that was what the professors were telling students. Why had she been attacked? Apparently that was still a mystery to everyone involved - Including the victim. Random attacks weren't unheard of though, so no strong suspicions had arisen, only the usual rumors that spread throughout Hogwarts.

Ms. Lain they had said her name was. Hermione Lain. But James knew better, the Marauders map knew better. Ms. Hermione Granger could not hide from the troublesome foursome, but somehow Dumbledore had known this. This was why the four 7th year Grifyindors were sitting in his office and very obediently listening to what he had to say.

"I realize…" Professor Dumbledore started, staring over his peaked fingers at the four young men. "That in your possession is a piece of parchment."

Each of the boys remained silent, waiting for him to continue, only to find that he was waiting for their reply.

"We… all have parchment professor…" Sirius stated tentatively, eyeing the older man suspiciously.How had he known? It was impossible. The only ones who knew about the map were the four who had created it.

"I am very well aware of that Mr. Black. The piece of parchment I am referring to, also serves the purpose of a map; a map that if in the wrong hands, could have disastrous consequence." Dumbledore eyed them as they sent glances back and forth to each other, none willing to give up they're prized work. "You are smart young men, you know of Voldemort and his advances against muggleborns. You also know of his Death Eaters and the danger that the wizarding world is inevitably going to face. Your map, if in the wrong hands, could be used to find anyone in this school. If the wrong people had that map, we potentially would never know until it was too late that someone or something dangerous had made its way into the school. I believe it may be prudent of you to turn it over to those who can keep it safe. You have my word that it will be returned to you at the appropriate time."

How in bloody hell had he known about the map? They sat dumbfounded, staring at the older man, each wondering which of them had ratted the others out. There was no way out of this; the Headmaster had made a very valid point and they all knew it. In the wrong hands, the Marauders map was a dangerous tool. Not just a neat toy to be used all in fun; but a weapon, with the potential to destroy.

James huffed angrily, digging inside his robes where the parchment was hidden, then standing and striding to Dumbledore's desk in a manner that clearly stated how displeased he was with the situation. Silently he slapped the parchment onto Dumbledore's desk and stormed out of his office. Ridiculous! He has no idea how much work that took! Now he's guilt's us out of ownership!

"Umm yeah, so, we'll be leaving now…" Remus stated slowly standing and waiting for his other two friends to follow his example.

"Thank you, I apologize for the inconvenience. Goodnight." Dumbledore smiled as they exited his office. As they closed his door Albus unfolded the parchment looking at the absolutely blank page in front of him. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." He whispered, tapping his wand on the page.

"Messrs…"

Mrs. Granger had been telling the truth. Dumbledore smiled to himself, those boys truly were brilliant, if not a little too much so for their own good.