Greetings Everyone! So I hope you all like this chapter. I'm still in the introducing phase of this story and it's a bit annoying I know. But here it is!

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Hermione entered the library in a frantic state. Her heart was beating faster than it ever had before. The girl knew that she had exactly a half an hour before her first potions lesson started and she was determined to spend that time figuring out what was going on with her scar. She knew Harry's scar hurt when he saw Voldemort, and that was a side effect of being a Horcrux of the dark wizard. Hermione shuttered at the thought. Almost immediately after what Dumbledore explained to Hermione about the Horcruxes, Hermione had figured that was what occurred on the night Harry's parents died. Dumbledore's explanation only confirmed her thoughts.

She was positive that the reason why her body felt strange was not because she suddenly became a Horcrux. That was impossible. But she was also positively clueless, something that Hermione did not particularly like. She sighed as she passed over a massive row of books that would be of no use to her. She briefly wondered if Remus knew what was happening to her. By the look in his eyes, she knew he had felt the odd tingling as well. Hermione even contemplating asking him about it, but in this time she didn't know him. Hermione frowned as she picked up a book about cursed scars and through it into her bag. She headed down a familiar row of book shelves, a row she had visited her third year at Hogwarts when she was suspicious of Professor Lupin being a werewolf. The selection was few and far between, but Hermione managed to settle on a book titled, Monster Injuries. She snorted at the title as she put it in her bag. While werewolves could be deadly and lethal, they were not monsters.

After a few more moments of searching through the library, Hermione checked her watched and decided it was best to leave a bit early. She quickly headed out of the library and down towards the potions dungeon when she heard someone calling out to her from behind.

"Hermione is it?"

Hermione's head whipped around fast as she was face to face with Sirius Black. He was much closer than she felt necessary; his nose was almost touching hers. She sharply inhaled from surprise and could smell his hair, which smelled like fresh rain and grass. A scent Hermione was quite fond of.

"Yes." Hermione nodded at Sirius as she took a few steps back, then turned around and continued her way down the corridor. Sirius stared at her for a minute in appreciation, then skipped a bit and jogged to catch up to her.

"Sirius Orion Black. Pleasure to meet you." Sirius grinned down at her. Hermione noted that he grinned in a way that made it seem like he knew something that you obviously didn't.

"Pleasure," Hermione said shortly as she continued walking down the corridor. When Sirius opened his mouth again to speak Hermione quickly interrupted.

"Please, Sirius, if you don't mind, I'm going to be late for my first lesson." Hermione snapped. She may have been in a different time, but old habits die hard. Hermione smiled curtly at him once more, then turned on her heal and walked away again. Sirius seemed nice enough, but a bit too persistent for her liking.

"Are you going to potions?" Sirius asked as he caught up to her. Hermione looked up at him and nodded her head. Why was he making it such a mission to talk to her? No one had bothered Hermione this much in her own time. Hermione started to think things really were different in this time. And that thought worried her. She looked down at her shoes and cleared her throat.

Hermione snuck a glance at him and softly sighed. He was quite handsome; nearly a foot taller than her with broad muscular shoulders. His eyes were a bright blue and his hair was shiny and healthy. He was full of youth and happiness, such a thing that Hermione was not accustomed too.

"Yes, I have Potions in the morning, then after lunch, I have History of Magic." Hermione confirmed as she stalked ahead of him. She could tell he was trying to put "the moves" on her, as Ron would say. And Hermione was honestly freaked by it. Having your best friend's dead godfather hit on you wasn't something that normally occurred.

"Well, if you're in Potions with Slughorn, it's this way." Sirius smirked as he pointed with his thumb the opposite direction. Hermione's jaw dropped and she squinted at him, as if to see into his head.

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked as she cautiously looked back in the direction she was headed. She was positive that this was the right direction; she had walked down this corridor for nearly 6 years. Sirius chuckled at her and let out a sigh.

"Uh, kind of. Whoever gave you directions for Slugy's room must have been off their rocker, because it's this way." Sirius laughed as he held out an arm to her. Hermione nodded her head and grabbed his elbow, letting him lead the way. She wondered why and when Hogwarts had switched the potions room.

"So you're a transfer?" Sirius asked as the made there way in the correct direction.

"Yes," Hermione began her typical rendition of the story she had grown accustomed to telling. It felt odd, but it was getting easier to lie, something Hermione wasn't sure that she liked.

"My mother used to home school me. She was a wonderful witch. Brilliant in fact, but there was an accident and she passed. Now I'm here." Hermione lied. Sirius nodded his head as if considering what she had told him.

"I'm sorry about your mother by the way. Why didn't you attend Hogwarts to begin with? It's the, er, traditional route."

"My family isn't the traditional type." Hermione smiled at the thought.

"Lucky you, then. My family bleeds tradition," Sirius snorted. Hermione turned towards him and raised an eyebrow. She knew that he had grown up in an abusive pureblood home. She knew it had been awful and miserable enough for him to run away to James' house, but that was about the only extent to his story she was aware of. After a moment or two of silence Hermione spoke up.

"Are we almost there? My legs feel like they might fall off." Hermione complained.

"It's right here actually." Sirius laughed as they entered the door.

Hermione looked at him and they both burst out into hysterics as they entered the room. The classroom was full and quite, making it quite obvious that Hermione and Sirius' loud laughter had disrupted the class. She cringed in embarrassment as the whole class watched her walk in with the infamous Sirius Black. She was Hermione Granger. She was never late. And she was absolutely never late to class with a boy.

She tried to will the blush that was creeping up on her face away, but instead she felt something else in her face. The hot tingling she felt at breakfast was back and without looking, she knew Remus was sitting amongst the students in the room.

"Ah, Mr. Black. Glad you've decided to show up." Slughorn called from his desk. His face held a serious look, but his tone was boisterous and friendly.

"Sluggy! I am offended! I was showing my dear friend Hermione the way to class. How could I, a noble Black, not save a damsel in distress?" Sirius exclaimed as one of his hands shot up to his mouth, in mock horror. Hermione couldn't help but smirk. Sirius' antics reminded her of Fred and George. Two more people she would never see again. The laughter of the Gryffindor's in her class was enough to bring her back to reality.

"Enough, enough! Mr. Black. Sit down," Slughorn chuckled as he ushered the boy to sit down.

"And Miss Granger, pleasure to have you join my class." Slughorn said to her. Hermione smiled back. He was much like the man she knew in her own time. He didn't have a particular interest in her yet, but she had a feeling that would change when she had the opportunity to prove herself.

Hermione looked around the class in search of an empty seat. Seeing an open seat next to a frantically waving Lily, Hermione smiled at her and took off. As she passed by Remus' desk, she could almost feel her heart buzzing. She quickly chanced a look up at him and smiled. From what Hermione could tell, he was taken aback. His eyes grew wide and he blushed and quickly looked down at his parchment and pretended to write something down.

"Glad you found the way." Lily teased from next to her. Hermione slid further down into her seat, hoping to avoid the curious glances of her fellow Gryffindors and the glaring sneers of the Slytherins. By the time class ended Hermione had earned Gryffindor 30 points and had definitely proved herself amongst her classmates.

"We have an hour till lunch; want to go back to the common room?" Alice asked as she and Marlene caught up to Lily and Hermione.

"Yeah, then we can introduce you to the rest of the Gryffindors! You haven't had a lot of free time to meet them." Lily decided. Hermione was about to agree when she felt something shove her down.

"Oof!" Hermione gasped as her butt slammed down hard into the ground. Beside her, Lily drew her wand immediately and pointed it at her attacker. The boy standing in front of her was big; he was taller than Sirius, and almost double the width of him. He had a permanent scowl on his face and what Hermione would describe as no depth behind his eyes. He reminded Hermione of Crabbe and Goyle.

"Back off Mulciber!" Lily hissed as she took a menacing step towards him. Hermione glared up at the two. It amazed her that Lily would willingly stand up for Hermione in such a short period of knowing her. It reminded Hermione of something Harry would do.

"I'll back off when your little Gryffindor friend stops answering all the answer correct!" Mulciber spat. Hermione's eyes opened even wider. This is what he was upset about? It seemed so juvenile! Compared to everything Hermione was faced with in her past, she could almost laugh.

"Maybe you should worry about answering some right! You big prat!" Marlene retorted, slowly stepping in next to Lily.

"Mind your own!" A boy next to Mulciber spat at Marlene. She wasn't fazed, as she rolled her eyes and pointed her wand strongly at the boy's throat, a threatening glare never leaving her eyes. The tension was thick. No one said anything for a moment, and then Mulciber spoke.

"Bloody proud Gryffindors!" Mulciber growled as he leaned his head forward and spit down on Hermione. It happened fast after that.

"Oi!" a male voice from behind her screamed.

"HOW DARE YOU SPIT ON HER!"

A body jumped over Hermione and was thrown on top of Mulciber in front of her. Hermione was jerked up from behind and pulled back by someone as utter hell broke loose. Hermione was eerily calm as she watched her new friends defend her.

Sirius had Mulciber in headlock, and James was on his back. For some reason the boys chose the muggle way to fight, and it looked like they were winning. Hermione struggled to break free of whoever was holding her back and raced towards Sirius.

"Stop! Sirius Black, Stop!" Hermione shouted at him. "He's so not worth it!"

The only person who seemed to hear her was Lily, who immediately put down her wand and nodded.

"James, get off him!" Lily commanded, her hands were now on her hips in a menacing way, the whole situation greatly reminded Hermione of how Mrs. Weasley scolded her sons.

James obeyed slowly as he hopped off of Mulciber and Sirius followed soon after. The boys glared at the two Slytherins for a moment, then sulked up to the Gryffindor common room. Remus and Peter quickly followed behind. Hermione had to guess that Remus was holding her back from the fight, while Peter avoided it all together. Once in the room everyone began screaming at once. Hermione found it difficult to make out sentences.

"Bloody slytherins!"

"I could kill Mulciber! I'll kill Avery too!"

"How DARE they!"

Hermione had heard enough and stood up in front of the yelling.

"Guys, Its fine. I'm fine. You are all FINE!" Hermione shouted above them. This entire disagreement started because of her and she quickly wanted it to end. The whole thing was embarrassing and childish.

"It's not fine. Not at all. They spat on you." A voice Hermione hadn't heard speak yet, spoke. The rest of the common room went silent. Hermione was surprised to find out that it was Remus who spoke up.

"I've been treated worse believe it or not." Hermione retorted coldly.

She didn't believe anything Mulciber or Avery could do, would be worse than the years of torment she faced from Draco. She sighed and sat down on a couch.

"But thank you all for standing up for me. I don't even know some of you and you still did that. Thank you," Hermione was still dumbfounded that these people would have gotten hexed for her, it was oddly heartwarming.

"Oh, er right. Well I'm James Potter." The boy who looked almost identical to Harry stepped forward to give Hermione a handshake. Hermione smiled and thanked him again for attacking Mulciber, even if it was completely avoidable.

"That's Sirius, but I think you've already met him." James smirked as he motioned towards Sirius. Sirius gave Hermione a wink and Lily and Marlene laughed at that, both the girls raising their eyebrows to Hermione. Hermione inwardly groaned, figuring that later tonight she would have some explaining to do.

"And that's Peter, but you've met him. Oh and last but not least, Remus." James smirked as he shoved Remus forward in front of Hermione.

Young Remus was taller than she expected him to be. She knew that he was a bit lanky, but he towered over even Sirius. Although his shoulders were a lot less broad, he still looked strong, no doubt due to his lycanthropy. He was pale and the dark circles under his eyes seemed almost permanent. He had thin scars all over his face too, although not as noticeable as Hermione had originally thought. His hair was a light brownish blond, and his pale blue eyes danced over Hermione's face. The tingling in her body felt stronger than ever.

"Nice to meet you Remus," Hermione smiled at the boy, as she stuck out her hand. She did this on purpose, the last time she touched Remus a shock ran through her body, and now whenever they were near she felt something odd stirring inside of her. Maybe if she touched him again it would stop, or at least give her some answers. Remus's eyes were still a bit wide but he nodded and shook hands with Hermione.

The initial shock of the two touching was unpleasant at first, but after a moment, something about it felt warm and cozy. It felt like it belonged. It felt natural. Hermione realized that she was probably holding Remus' hand for an awkwardly amount of time and pulled back.

The group slowly assembled by the fire place and began to talk.

"Surprised Snivellus wasn't with them. Bloody git he is." James sneered. Sirius and Peter verbally agreed with the boy but Remus only nodded his head. There was an awkward pause and James suddenly looked wide eyed at Lily.

"Evans! I didn't mean to." James said quickly as Lily quickly looked away, obviously uncomfortable at the situation.

"It's fine Potter." Lily said shortly. "I'm off to the library," she turned to Alice, "Save me a seat in History of Magic, would you?" Alice nodded as she watched Lily disappear through the portrait. Hermione frowned as she watched Lily leave.

James let out a groan of frustration and threw himself back down onto the couch.

"Back to Potter now, huh?" Sirius teased as he ruffled a hand through James' hair. Peter and Remus snickered as James jabbed an elbow into Sirius' gut.

"Er, who's Snivellus?" Hermione dared to ask. She felt as though she was missing out on some very big detail.

"Only the greasiest git of all time." Sirius retorted, dodging another jab in the gut by James. Hermione raised an eyebrow in question.

"Severus, and Lily used to very good friends. He was a Slytherin though, and he chose his Slytherin friends over her. It was an awful falling out. It was quite sad actually." Alice frowned as she retold the story.

Snape! Snape and Harry's moms were friends? Hermione's head was spinning. If they used to be friends, then got into a fight and had an awful falling out, that would explain why Snape showed such a great dislike to Harry.

"He called her you know what! It wasn't sad!" James snapped. Alice shrugged and turned towards Hermione again.

"She is still a little hurt by it."

"Oh, I won't mention it to her then." Hermione nodded as Alice smiled at her gratefully.

"So Hermione, you're pretty smart then huh? Smart enough to get the Slytherins worried." James smirked. Hermione blushed and looked down. Harry and Ron had never made her blush this much. What was going on?!

"I like to read." Hermione shrugged as she began flipping through her books, eye contact right now would be too brutal.

"Remus likes to read!" Peter squeaked from his place on the ground. Hermione blushed again and glanced at Remus. Hermione didn't think it was possible, but Remus' face was redder than her own.

The rest of the day carried on as usual. Hermione had History of Magic with the Ravenclaws, and even managed to prove herself against them, clearly earning their respect. At dinner Hermione was introduced to Alice's longtime boyfriend, Frank Longbottom. She knew that this couple had to be Neville's parents.

Other than meeting a few other students, dinner was quite uneventful. That is until Hermione got a letter from a large black owl.

Miss Granger,

Please meet me in my office tomorrow after dinner. We shall begin then.

Albus Dumbledore.

~Until Next Time~