Disclaimer: There's already a disclaimer in the first chapter and that one also counts for the following, so for the last time: Warner Brothers owns the rights to Harry Potter and Joanne still makes money on publishing the books, and therefore I own nothing, I'm normal that way.

"Crazy" by Alanis Morisette

a man decides after seventy years

that's what he goes there for, is to unlock the door

while those around him criticize and sleep…

and through a fractal on a breaking wall

I see you my friend, and touch your face again

Miracles will happen as we dream

But we're never gonna survive, unless

We get a little crazy

No, we're never gonna survive, unless

We are a little…

Why have I never heard that beautiful voice before? You know, that is a good question. I don't know the answer, but I know that it's a mistake that can be remedied. So with no further ado, here you have your next chapter!

Here we go!!

Given to you from OBSOLETE

3rd Chapter "Craziness and red butterflies"

Everything was so dark, so tired she was. A dim lit corridor materialized before her eyes. She was walking down it, gently running a hand along the surface of doors, walls, paintings covered with cloth, trying to guide herself through the shadows. The other arm hanged at her side, like it was without life.

She was stumbling. Her breath laboured. Through her clouded mind she vaguely noticed the entire left side of her body, the side with her motionless arm, where soaked.

She breathed in the scent, a copperish taste in her mouth, but she paid no heed to it all, she couldn't even feel what she was sure that she was supposed to feel at that moment.

The end of the hall, but it didn't end blindly, there were stairs, leading down further. Soft creaking as she balanced her way down, and yet another dark corridor, lit only by an unseen moon. She was searching for something, didn't know what she was searching for.

But then something caught her unfocused eyes, seeing a little snip of light underneath a doorframe. Her heartbeat quickened at the mumbled voices.

"But that bludger hit me dead on! Trust you not to see it, so preoccupied with that stupid Snitch…"

"I'm supposed to be 'preoccupied' with the Snitch, else we wouldn't have won that game!"

There wasn't far to that godforsaken door, just a few feet. It felt like her feet became heavier. Harry? Ron?

An audible bump of someone heavy, falling to the floor, obviously unprepared.

"You git! Can't even stay upright in your own bed!" Someone laughing.

"Why you! You pushed me! I'm gonna get you for this!!"

She was absentmindedly thinking 'I must be dreaming' There was never any fun in the trio after what had happened.

"I bet you're tactic is to go tell Hermione and have her scold me so you can be as lazy as you always are" "Don't you talk big, then I'll just have to shut you up!" The throwing of pillows.

The door was opening, she was so close now, why then couldn't she move? The growing light from behind the door blinded her, cutting into her eyes. Harry? Ron?

"…Hello…"

She opened them.

Hermione heard someone gasping. She immediately turned her heard to see who, but the awful headache and the strain of her unused eyes made her gasp. She closed them again, feeling the throbbing in her numb skull. 'If this is how it is to have a hangover, I swear, I'll never touch another butterbeer again' she thought as she searched her memory. But she couldn't find any entry of anyone ever handing her something to drink, instead she remembered.

As everything stood painfully clear, she traced her last remembrance of seeing Harry who wasn't Harry, of Ron walking past her without noticing her presence, the picture of The Golden Trio, but also, the broken Timeturner…

Her heart skipped a beat.

"…Hello…" a squeaky voice said weakly. She opened her eyes again, and this time took her time to turn her head, as she discovered that there wasn't a part of her body that didn't hurt when being moved.

It was morning, that much she could figure. Wooden ceiling and white walls. 'Where am I' she thought. There was a boy, cause you could not call this midget anything but. Her eyes slowly started to focus as she replied with a raspy voice: "H…ello…"

'Was that boy wearing Hogwarts clothes?' Hermione wondered silently as the first thing she noticed was the robes of a Gryffindor-student, the neatly-made patch of the lion sewed onto black cloth, the vain attempt to tie a red and golden-coloured tie, but then she lifted her eyes to his face, and got the shock of her life.

Ordinary brown hair, pointy nose, running eyes and a constant shuffling of feet while she heard the muttering and pleading voice, begging her: "Pretty girl, such a pretty smart girl, you wouldn't let them kill me would you? I'm nice, I can be good"

It took a moment, but only a moment……Wormtail…

One blinding moment of rage as she let the remembrance of betrayal, poison her heart, as if she had been the one that he had betrayed. One moment where she let go out all the frustration and forgot the rules, one moment where she actually thought she could justify her actions.

No wonder she acted as she did. In one moment the boy was sitting guardedly in the chair by her bed, and in a flash he was on the stone floor of the hospital wing, terrified by the enraged teenager with her hands around his neck, trying very much to strangle him.

But she couldn't. Not that she didn't want to, cause nothing else in the world would please her more than to see Pettigrew dead by her hands. But still she couldn't. If not for the searing pain in her stomach and the weakened state of her body, she would have succeeded, even though she did put up a fight with the helpless boy who was too weak himself to even push her off.

She coughed uncontrollably at the pain, making it's way upwards to her throat, feeling she couldn't breathe, but still she persisted. What brought her to her knees was the sound of someone else running towards them. "Stop that girl! Are you completely mad? Let him go at once!" a female's piercing voice interrupted. She didn't notice the nurse, there was no other purpose for her right now than to end that pain she had lived with for so long now, the pain caused by him.

She never got to finish what she'd started; it wasn't even the nurse who made it so. All she knew was that suddenly she was yanked from the boy on the cold floor, into someone else's arms. She let out a shriek in pain as her broken arms where grasped roughly, but as fast as she had been manhandled by this person, just as fast it became much more gentle, almost like that person, perhaps a boy, was… cradling her?

Her anger disappeared like a disintegrating fog, and through that fog, she lifted her migrained head too see who exactly was holding her. "Sirius?" she asked, confused as those grey eyes looked worriedly down at her. The world turned black too fast as she went dry of adrenalin.

Wow… I'm quite stunned, I say… How the hell could I have missed that such articulation was hidden inside my head? Now that's a thinker…

When everything has calmed down somewhat

His thoughts were in turmoil. 'Why did she jump Pete and try to strangle him?' but what he thought about the most, was the look of recognition and startlement her eyes had showed. But when he had never seen her before, how could she know him? Not even mentioning that she also knew his name!

'Why do I have the feeling that I should know her?' he asked himself with furrowed brows.

The hollow echo of his slow steps along the corridor, where drowned out by the shouting of other students at the sound of the bell ringing to lunch. "Oi, mate! Where have you been this wonderful evening?" a boy shouted at him. Sirius fixated a glare at him. "Not the time, Prongs", he said and turned to head down to the hospital wing again.

"Sirius?" a feminine voice asked. He turned slightly to look at the bushy redhead, appearing beside his best friend. She looked worriedly at him for a second, then asked as the Know-it-all-see-it-all she was, "Has she opened her eyes yet?"

"What girl?" James interjected, earning a bump on the head. " 'scuse me, what' I do?" he asked, rather hurt when Lilly only shushed him.

Sirius let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding. "… She was awake a moment ago, but passed out again" He looked as his friends eyes lit up. "Did she say something?" he heard someone say behind him. Remus stood leisurely up against the wall, an expecting look in his eyes. Sirius shook his head. "She say thanks?" Prongs asked, but was hit in the stomach by Lily's elbow. "Will you just shut up, Potter!" she said, threatening him. James backed down. "Whoa! Sorry Evans…" he said, ruffling his hair while moving to a safe distance from the fuming virago.

Sirius and Remus shared a knowing glance. "No she hasn't said anything…", and then startled everybody by giving a hearty laugh that made him cramp to the floor.

"…Padfoot, you're kinda freakin' us out here" James said stupidly, once more earning a kick on the shin from Evans. "Hey! could you please stop hitting me! if you wanna touch me all the time, you could be more gentle, I'm not THAT thick you know!"

"Oh, and I would have thought you incapable of describing yourself so well!" Lily retorted angrily, flipping her hair forward to hide an evident blush, which of course went unnoticed by the exasperating lad who was currently robbing his sore leg, forgetting all about the fury that was called Evans and the reasoning as to why they where suddenly alone in the hallway.

Gryffindor Tower

"If Prongs wasn't so dense, he would have kissed that girl long time ago" Sirius said to Remus, walking through the Fat Lady's portrait and into the common room. "You forget the fact that Evans might not allow it, hm?" Remus said, throwing himself on one of the couches. "I disagree, if we just keep leaving those two behind like this, they're bound to see some sense!" Sirius said, scaring of some three-years in the process of making a chair available.

Remus noticed that he was still shaking his head, laughing internally. "And while that's all mighty fascinating, could I bother you enough to tell me what you where laughing about earlier?" He asked, eyebrows in the air.

The question made Sirius look sombre. He sat up straight and looked out into the air. "That girl…"

"Oh, so it's the girl again" Remus interjected but kept quiet when Sirius shot him a devastating glance, like he would just keep it a secret. "I did a foolish thing. I made Pettigrew watch over her…"

"What did he do to her?" Remus asked confused. Sirius sighed. "He didn't do anything. It was her. As soon as she opened her eyes and saw him, she flung herself out of bed and tried to strangle him"

"What..? Does Pete know her?" Remus asked, breaking Sirius's current line of thought. "Hmm…? Yeah, no he didn't know who she was. He was shaking and too incoherent to understand, so I let Pomfrey take care of him, and put her back to bed…" Remus's brow furrowed. "What else happened?" he asked very grave.

"She knew my name, Mooney. How could she know my name?.."

Remus sat back and rested in the sofa. "Perhaps it means nothing. She could have heard it at the time of the accident. With all those students shouting at you, it must have somehow stuck in her sub consciousness" he said, noticing the sudden movement from Sirius as he said 'accident'.

"Don't talk about that, Mooney. I don't want to hear any of it!" Sirius said forcefully, frightening a bunch of first-year girls in the process. "The only thing that matters is that you saved her, and she is only alive because of you" Remus said, following Sirius who had begun walking up to their sleeping floor. "It doesn't matter" Sirius said over his shoulder as Remus closed the door behind him.

"She's going to have to hear it eventually. Madame Pomfrey cant explain her injuries just like that. She'll be wonderin' how long she's been out, and how she's come to still be alive after suffering such damages. As she knows you and as it is you who saved her, it should be you who tell her" Remus said.

"But… There was just so much blood and-"

"Oi, Padfoot! Mooney! You gotta come hear this!" James shouted as he slammed the door, oblivious to the tension in the air.

As he started talking about what glorious things had happened after him and Lily had been left alone, Remus sent Sirius an emphasizing look, but Sirius just looked away.

The Hospital Wing

She moaned slightly, her surroundings becoming clearer by the second and flooding memories returning to be pondered upon. It went all too fast, too fast for her too process, so she simply took it all as too be true, okay even… Forgetting, for now, the consequences.

I'm here in the hospital wing on Hogwarts, I've injured myself as it seems, quite thoroughly actually. And I've had a run-in with a younger Black who seemingly saved my life, and a meeting with the traitor Peter Pettigrew. I've traveled 30 years give or take into the past, and I have no idea how to get back. Okay… Must make all of this fit into my head and form a conclusion as to how I'm gonna get home…Processing… sigh, but first I need to sleep…

That was a wish that had to go unfulfilled, because suddenly her ears perked at the sound of someone speaking, coming in her direction.

"When should we tell her of the circumstances, Dumbledore?" a high-pitched female's voice said. She could hear a sigh from her supposable headmaster. "For now she shall only focus on recovering. Whatever lurks in the corners of her mind, we will leave for the young Black to explain, my dear Polly"

"But Albus, he is very shaken from this experience. And who is there to say what he would put the girl through. He would certainly give her some trouble if she is to stay" Madame Pomfrey retorted with a serious, motherly tone in her voice.

"You have idle faith in the boy, but let him have your trust, for I know that somewhere inside that heart of yours, you have a soft spot for the notorious Sirius Black" Albus replied, and there was no protest from his fellow female college.

"She will be just fine, so there's really no need for you to worry so much, Polly"

"Now you stop it, Albus. If I didn't take my job seriously as I do, there would be many more angry parents, suing us for treating the students poorly" she retorted, gaining some ground again.

"Very true, Polly. You are the one that keeps this school going" Dumbledore said, with an inch of irony in his voice.

But the conversation stopped there as they where closing in on her bed. She felt a brattled and aged hand on her forehead, and felt compelled to open her ill-used eyes. Very carefully examining the not-so-old looking headmaster, and equally careful in speaking something that could go against the strict rules of timetravelling. She needn't say anything as it was Dumbledore who chose the moment to speak to her.

"Now, miss. Perhaps you could tell me were you came from?"

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Damn! I cant remember what Albus usually calls Madame Pomfrey. It's no fun to be a Dane and having to read the books in danish. Its gone all screwy when the characters names also changes…

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