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Chapter 2

'Sir, I feel responsible! If you'd just let me see her then I'll leave in a minute!'

'Yeah professor, please let us in!'

'Please professor!'

Voices filled the Hospital Wing as the sun rose high in the sky. It was midday, and Hogwarts was silent, except for 3 people, shouting at someone. Hermione's eyes fluttered open, and she took in a breath of fresh cold air.

'Sir! Sir! She's waking! Please let us see her!'

The curtains surrounding Hermione's bed were drawn back and 4 teenage boys were looming over her, a familiar face standing out from the crowd.

'Harry!' Hermione cried, 'Oh God, harry I can't believe your okay! I was so worried, where's Ro-' Hermione stopped talking abruptly as she looked one of the tall figures in the eye. She was talking to an exact replica of Harry, although he looked to be at least 2 years older, as he had a small beard forming on his chin. 'Your not harry' she said, bluntly.

'No, I'm James, James Potter. Pleased to meet you'

Hermione laughed cold heartedly. 'James Potter? Yeah, okay Harry.' The boys looked at her in bewilderment while James seemed confused, 'If this is some kind of sick joke Harry, then you can bloody count me out. The first thing I'd expect you to say would be 'Hermione! How are you? We know you've just been tortured by Bellatrix bloody Lestrange, and we want to know how you are' not some SICK joke.' By the end of Hermione's rant, her voiced had reached to the point were she was almost screaming, and the boys were cowering away from her in fear.

A boy from the other side of her bed with long black shaggy hair stepped forward, visibly shaking, 'B-b-Bellatrix L-Lestrange?' he said, his eyes wide, 'You don't mean my cousin, do you?'

Hermione's eyebrows burrowed in confusion, before she rounded on him. 'And who are you?' she spat, coldly.

'S-'he cleared his throat, 'S-Sirius Black.'

Hermione's breath hitched in her throat. What the hell? She looked round at the other inhabitants in the room, and noted a small, pudgy faced boy with chubby cheeks and watery blue eyes. He seemed familiar but- no, he couldn't be.

She turned to the last boy at the foot of her bed and took in his appearance. He was a tall, lanky boy with broad shoulders, and shoulder length sandy blonde hair. His face held many scars, while his eyes were red and bloodshot as if he hadn't slept in weeks.

Am I dead?

Her fears were evidently close to reality, as she was overcome by shock as a tall man with a pearly white beard stepped forward.

'Hello my dear, my name is Albus Dumbledore,' said the man, no twinkly evident in his eye. He had obviously just witnessed her outburst and honesty. As soon as he said this, Hermione's eyes flooded with tears. 'May I ask your name?'

'He-he-Hermione sir'

'And, if I may be so bold, why were you on Hogwarts Grounds yesterday morning?'

The girl in question looked anxiously around at the 4 teenagers surrounding her bed then back at Dumbledore. The old man didn't miss this, and, after many protests, the boys were dismissed from the room.

'So, why were you here yesterday?'

'Sir – sir – I don't know what's happened,' Hermione answered, as she struggled to contain her tears.

Hermione's hand instantly flew up to her neck were she felt a lump which was a fresh scar. She fumbled around for a minute underneath her hospital gown and took in a sharp breath. Her time turner was gone. Dumbledore obviously sensed her fear as he looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

'It's gone!' she cried, 'My Necklace! It's gone!'

She looked around her frantically, and saw a heap of things on the bedside table. In the pile was her wand which had snapped in two upon her exit of Malfoy Manor, her beaded back and a mangled necklace.

The time turner was hardly recognisable, as all the grains of sand had vanished through the huge crack in the hourglass.

The light blue eyes of her former professor were suddenly changed with a deep dark blue colour, and he extended his hand in order to inspect the broken piece of jewellery.

'Oh dear... oh dear oh dear...'

'Sir, will you be able to fix it?' Hermione asked, anxiously.

'I'm afraid that I myself do not know how to fix it. However, I do have some contacts that specialize in th-'

'What do you mean you can't fix it?' Hermione cried, 'You're the greatest wizard of all time!'

'While I admire your obvious trust in me, I am afraid that the task is nearly impossible. I realise that whatever time you came from, you have came from a time of great peril, and do not wish to go back immediately, but-'

'Of course I want to go back immediately!' she cried, interrupting Dumbledore's calm voice, 'Harry and Ron need me! The world needs us together! I need to go back RIGHT NOW!'

As Hermione fought to regain her breath, Dumbledore stroked his beard, deep in thought.

'Miss Granger,' Dumbledore said in a calm voice, so calm that it was getting on Hermione's nerves, 'What time have you came from?'

'1998, sir'

'And I assume that the threat that you and your friends have just been through was through the acts of Voldemort?'

Hermione nodded her head, her head bending down in sadness.

'I see,' Dumbledore nodded, sighing, 'I had hoped that 21 years into the future that Voldemort would no longer be a threat.'

At this Hermione perked up.

'21 years?' she said, incredulously, 'You mean to tell me that I am 21 years in the past?'

'Yes my dear,' Dumbledore said, gravely, 'The year is 1977,'

'Then that means that they- that he- he really was...' she trailed off, 'Those were the marauders?'

'I believe the correct term is are Miss Granger,' Dumbledore said, 'The marauders are currently in their 6th year at this school; why, they shouldn't even be here just now!'

Hermione let a couple of tears spill over her eyelids. If she was indeed in the past, that meant that Harry wasn't born yet, and neither was Ron.

'Sir,' she asked, pondering how to phrase her next question, 'Have you formed the Order of the Phoenix yet?'

Dumbledore blinked in surprise, 'How do you know of this?' he asked, 'I have fought to keep this society a secret. Are you telling me that everyone knows of this organization in the future?'

'Oh! No no sir, far from it in fact,' Hermione quickly corrected him, 'In my time, my friends and I play a large part in the order; even if we have not been accepted in. For a large part of our lives, we lived in the headquarters. '

'You speak of your friends a lot,' Dumbledore mused, 'Were they present at the time of your... encounter with Miss Lestrange?'

Hermione's face paled, 'Actually, I was accompanying my best friend, Harry. My other best friend Ron was there as well, but when we were on the run, we were caught by snatchers. Sir, if I may, can I please tell you about my friend Harry?'

'I believe that would be best,' Dumbledore said, 'Am I right in assuming that he plays an important part in the war?'

'Yes, he is probably the most important person in the war. You see, he is the Boy Who Lived.'

Throughout the next half hour, Dumbledore's expressions ranged from shocked, to scared and eventually to disgust as Hermione relayed the events of Harry's life, putting in all the essentials of hers as well.

'...and then Dobby, the same house elf that tried to stop Harry from going to Hogwarts, was unscrewing the chandelier, and the next thing I knew I woke up in Hogwarts.'

Dumbledore stared at her, mouth open and eyes wide as he processed the information that Hermione had just told him. Hermione found this expression unusually weird, as Dumbledore was usually the master of concealing his expressions, and this was the only time that he had let his normally blank facade drop.

'So this young boy, Harry, he is destined to rid the world of Voldemort?'

'Yes.'

'And Voldemort has split his soul into seven pieces?'

'Yes.'

'My dear,' Dumbledore said, his voice tender and full of concern, 'You have been through too much at such a young age. I assure you, we shall do everything in our power to make sure that Harry grows up with both his parents, and that your friends and family do not have to suffer. If you so wish, I would like to offer you a place in the Order of the Phoenix.'

Hermione looked up, her eyes wide with realization. I could stop Voldemort before Harry is even born! 'I accept!'

Dumbledore beamed. 'Now, it is only a matter of finding a suitable place for you to live. Of course, you will be continuing your schooling here, wont you?'

Hermione's eyes lit up in excitement. Having missed out on her seventh year education due to living in a tent, she had never contemplated coming back to school, but now that she was being given the chance, she readily accepted.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled at the sight of the young women's enthusiasm. Behind the cheerful facade that the girl portrayed for the world around her, Dumbledore could see in the depths of her eyes that there was nothing but sadness and loss.

'As it is the middle of March, school is already in session, and so I see no excuse in putting your order work into action right away. You shall be able to start school in the next term and join the seventh years then. In the meantime, we will be unable to house you here as there is no room. Is there anyone that you know in your time that would be suitable for accommodating you?'

'Molly Weasley,' Hermione said, not even taking a moment to reconsider it. She knew that Molly would be more than happy to have her stay; and she could even help take care of the Weasley's, who would be very young now.

'Ah, I believe that this 'Ron' that you speak of is Molly's future son?'

'Yes!' Hermione said, 'Is he born yet?'

'No, not yet,' Dumbledore chuckled, 'I believe she has another son. Yes, I believe his name is Percival. I greatly approve of that name of course, seeing as I am entitled to that name too. He is an exceptionally bright wizard according to Molly. I simply cannot wait to have them here at Hogwarts.'

Hermione's smile slipped from her face at the mention of Percy. He still hadn't apologised to his family for deserting them in their time of need. , 'Be careful what you hope for, sir,' she said darkly, 'people aren't always as smart as they seem.'

Dumbledore nodded solemnly, and Hermione lay back down in her bed.

'I believe that is enough excitement today, Miss Granger,' Dumbledore said, trying to edge away from the tense silence that had settled upon the two, 'I shall contact Molly to see if she shall be able to house you. In the meantime, we must make a cover story for you; I think that we should keep your true identity a secret and only tell Molly and Arthur.'

Hermione nodded and thought for a second.

'Can I keep my first name?' Hermione asked, 'my last name could be my mothers maiden name; Jackson. If it helps, I am muggleborn.'

'Ah, yes Miss Gran- Jackson, I assumed that. I asked Poppy to give me a brief description of your wounds, and she told me of a rather... horrific one on your arm. I think it would be best to keep that covered for the moment.'

Hermione's smile turned to a frown as she looked at her arm again. As she made to move it, she gave a gasp of pain, and suddenly remembered one of her other wounds.

'Professor, I forgot to mention. Before I came here, I had a rather nasty encounter with a werewolf and it – it – it bit me. What does this mean?'

'May I see the bite mark?'

Hermione lowered her sleeve to reveal a deep red gash, surrounded by purple and black

'It seems it has been infected Miss Jackson. I assure you, our matron; Poppy shall attend to it momentarily. It does mean however, that you may transform into a werewolf every full moon. Not to worry though, we actually have another werewolf here in the school, and he is extremely friendly. The 4 boys that found you are, as you probably saw, very anxious to see you, so if it is okay with you I shall let them in.'

'Thank you professor,' Hermione called, as he exited the room.

No more that 5 seconds later, four boys shuffled into the room, not making eye contact with Hermione. When they reached her bed, the tall boy with shiny black hair came forward.

'He-hello,' he stuttered, and for a man who looked around 17, he looked quite scared.

Hermione immediately felt guilty for the way she had treated them, and smiled at them apologetically.

'I'm really sorry for the way I spoke to you all earlier,' she said earnestly, 'I was confused; and you all look so much like my best friends.'

'Hrmph,' he huffed, but the sandy haired boy next to him elbowed him in the ribs.

'Hello, I'm Remus Lupin,' the boy smiled warmly, 'these are my friends; Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew and James Potter. May we ask your name?'

'Hermione,' Hermione said, 'Hermione Jackson.'

'Pleased to meet you,' Remus said.

'Are you going to be going to school here?' James asked, 'Only, you look about school age – no offence.'

Hermione chuckled good-naturedly. The similarities between James and Harry were uncanny; they both looked almost identical, and they even sat the same way. Harry. The name alone brought unshed tears to Hermione's eyes. How she wished he was here; he was always the best at dealing with unusual events. How would he feel when she got back? Happy that she got to see his parents? Sad because he knew he could never see him? Or jealous, because she got to see them instead of him?

'Yes,' she replied, realising that she had been silent for the time that she was thinking, 'I'm going to be starting my seventh year after the summer.'

'Great!' Sirius said, his eyes sparkling with mischief, 'Why aren't you starting now?'

Hermione froze, an action that didn't go unnoticed by Remus. She quickly thought up a lie, 'There's no point in me starting my schooling halfway through the year now is there?'

The four boys nodded in agreement, although Remus was still sceptical about the girl in front of him.

'What are you going to be doing between now and after the summer?' Remus wondered, an eyebrow raised in suspicion.

'I'm actually going to be staying at the Weasley's,' she replied, 'I've got to do some work for the Or-'Hermione stopped speaking abruptly as her shoulder burned. She glanced to her shoulder and noticed that her tattoo of the Phoenix in flames was the cause of her pain. It was charmed so that whenever she was about to talk about the order, it burned so that she could control what she was going to say about it. 'I've got to do some work for the OWLS,' she answered lamely.

'Haven't you already taken them?' Remus asked, but proceeded to blush a brilliant red as he thought the question may have seemed rude, 'I-I mean... err-'

Again, Hermione froze. Stupid, Stupid Stupid! How could she have said that? 'Err, yeah I have,' she answered feebly, 'but... err Professor Dumbledore wants me to sit them again just so that I can... um... get my test scores back.'

The boys looked at her in suspicion at her lame excuse, but quickly shrugged it off and continued staring at the girl.

'So, what school did you come to before this one?' Peter asked quietly, as if he was scared that she would hex him on the spot. Actually, that's all Hermione wanted to do right now.

'Beuxbatons,' she said quickly. She didn't like talking to Peter; yes, yes. She knew he was still a teenager that hadn't done anything, but it was taking ever bit of her self control not just to Avada him right there, 'I had to come sooner than I expected though... there was... a-a problem.'

'Is that were you got all your injuries?' Peter asked, and stumbled when both Remus and Sirius elbowed him in the ribs.

'I thought we said we weren't going to ask her about them,' Remus whispered to him furiously.

Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her bed, and she felt a hand on her knee. She looked up to see a concerned expression etched across Sirius' face. Suddenly, he looked more like the Sirius that she knew from her time. Gone was the mischievous twinkle in his eye and in its place was an even deeper emotion. Understanding. Hermione wondered how many people Sirius lost, how many people he saw suffer, and most of all; how much he suffered.

People from her time often forgot the harsh background that Sirius came from; with his carefree aura it was hard to even acknowledge that he had ever felt such pain. But, over the many summers spent at Grimmuland Place, Hermione and Sirius had developed a trust relationship, and would often indulge in conversations about their past lives. It was in one of these talks that Hermione learnt of Sirius' brother Regulus, and she saw just how protective Sirius was over people he considered family.

'You don't have to tell us,' he said, not breaking eye contact with her and speaking in a soft voice that she didn't know could come from a 17 year old, 'But if you ever need people to talk to, we'll be here. I know we don't know you too well, but we will listen.'

Hermione's eyes glistened with tears as she recognised his tone of voice was the same voice that the older Sirius used when talking to Harry, albeit a little younger. She gave a watery smile as she sniffled, and wiped the few tears that had managed to escape her eyes with her sleeve, wincing as the pain shot through her arm. She ignored it however, as her eyes where still staring intently into the murky depths of Sirius' grey orbs.

Their silent spell was interrupted by a loud noise that greatly resembled a dying whale. Everyone's head whipped around to the smallest marauder, who was looking at his feet, his face beetroot red and mortified. He looked up to see everyone staring at him, and gave a shrug, 'What?'

The marauders all laughed and even Hermione couldn't help but smile. The marauders were so care free and innocent in their youth; a description that they would not be able to uphold in the upcoming years.

James reached into his bag down at the bottom of the bed and pulled out several packets of chocolate frogs and every flavour beans. He then proceeded to pull out a deck of Exploding Snap, and eyed Sirius from across the bed, identical smirks lighting up their faces.

'Anyone up for a game?' James said, smiling brightly.

After every nodded their consent, the next half an hour was spent laughing, playing Exploding Snap and eating sweets, exchanging stories over their past lives as well. At some point during the game, Hermione found herself leaning against Remus' chest, and the only marauder that noticed was Sirius. Even Remus didn't realise that he was unconsciously holding her hand with using the other to play the game.

Hermione yawned, and everyone looked up at her.

'It's getting late,' she said, 'I-I better be getting to sleep,' she said through another yawn.

'So,' Sirius said, 'where are you going to stay? I assume you'll be staying at the Weasley's, but you still have about a week till your let out of here and you're always welcome at my dormitory,' he finished, and couldn't resist waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Hermione rolled her eyes. His antics reminded her so much of Fred and George from her time. Oh how she missed them. Nobody apart from Ginny knew that she had harboured a bit of a crush on Fred since her 5th year, and that crush had continued up until now. Now she knew that she could never express her feelings, as it would look weird if she proclaimed her undying love for an unborn child.

'I'm actually going to be staying here and then going straight the Weasley's,' she said, smiling at the thought of the Burrow.

A companionable silence fell upon the group, and Hermione let out a large yawn.

'S-sorry g-g-guys...' Hermione yawned, 'I've been up for a while; it's been a crazy day...'

Remus immediately looked apologetic and smiled down at her.

'Get to sleep then, we'll come and visit in the morning, yeah?' he said.

'Mmhmm...' she trailed off.

'We will?' Sirius said incredulously.

'Of course you will, Sirius,' Hermione murmured sleepily, 'Remember; I know where you live.'

The three other marauders laughed, but they were confused at what she had said. There expressions matched Sirius' confounded expression, and they soon lapsed back into silence, which was only broken by the soft, steady breaths of Hermione.

'Aww look,' Sirius cooed, 'Moony's got himself a gal!'

'Shhh!' Remus abolished, 'How do I get her off me without waking her up?'

'Tut tut tut Moony!' James scolded, 'you're supposed to be the smart one; I think we'll leave this one to you, what do you think guys?'

The other two laughed, and the three marauders stood simultaneously, ignoring the furious pleads from Remus.

'Guys!' he whispered, 'Guys help me!'

His pleas were drowned out by the notorious laughter echoing through the empty corridors, and he sighed in defeat. Looking down at the witch in his arms, Remus couldn't help but marvel at just how pretty she actually was.

A/N: Hey guys!

Thanks for reading! I have re-done this chapter and the last... I plan to update more regularly; at least once every two weeks :P I'm quite pleased with this chapter; I think its one of my better ones. I decided to add the part about the Weasley's in just to give the story a bit of a twist; I want to try and avoid as many time turner clichés as possible, so if you have any ideas for this story, please tell me!

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