With a sinking feeling, Hermione came to the conclusion that she really should've done abitmore research into that ritual to summon the Others. Either that, or shewas the one who had finally cracked under the pressure.

"James?" Sirius breathed, as he rushed towards his long lost best friend. He clung to him, eyes squeezed tight as he fought back tears at seeing his best friend again. He finally felt whole, that missing piece that had broken and shattered with James and Lily's death was finally repaired and renewed. His whole body shook with the effort to bottle the tears.

Hermione stood by, her own eyes moist with unshed tears at the sight. Severus stiffened and rolled his eyes while simultaneously searching the area for any new threat. His dark gaze fell on a achingly familiar head of red hair.

His breath left his lungs in rush, as though he had been holding it for far too long. There she was, but it couldn't be, she was gone, wasn't she? Lily. His Lily, but never his. After taking a long moment to drink in the sight, he turned away.

"Alright there, Pads?" With a smirk still playing at the corners of his mouth, James' voice echoed with mischief and concern. "Everything good? Oi, you're shaking! Come on Padfoot, what's wrong?" The laughter drained from his voice and face, replaced by something that was very striking in its familiarity to Hermione.

There was suddenly a steel determination to right whatever wrong had befallen his best friend, and there was nothing, and no one, that would stand in his way to achieve his goal. Someone hurt his family and they would pay.

It was the same exact look Harry got on his face, whenever someone he loved had been hurt.

"I'm fine, Prongs. Nothing's wrong, everything is absolutely perfect," Sirius rushed to reassure his best friend.

What were they doing here?

With this thought in mind Hermione took a closer look at all that was going on around her. A seemingly peaceful and joyful celebration. Given James' age and robes, most likely the Marauders and company graduation ceremony.

Just then Hermione felt a brush of soft magic rush over her. Putting her immediately on guard. It hadn't felt malicious, but given the very unnerving events that had happened so far, it was better safe than sorry. Looking down to confirm whether she was under attack, she realized that Snape must have cleaned her robes, as he was the only one to have seemed to remember or had noticed she existed. Again. Hermione sent him a small nod of thanks, as the blood previously covering her robes disappeared, and stepped back to speak with the dour young man.

"It might not be wise to draw unwanted attention to you or us," Snape said as an explanation for his seemingly thoughtful action.

"Any idea why we're at this when?" Hermione asked quietly, not wishing to draw attention to herself just yet, because of course he was right. Bastard.

Then she felt it. A tingle down her spine. It had always meant danger and battle in the past.

Sirius abruptly let go of James and moved in front of him. Wand at the ready. He had felt it too.

With reflexes honed in war, Snape, Hermione and Sirius all immediately came to attention. Wands high and poised for battle. Eyes alert, wand hands steady, as they made their way to the large gathering of witches and wizards nearby. They moved as though they were one unit, as though they had fought side by side for years. They hadn't, not really, but one always knew where one's allies were and how to play to the their strengths.

With power rushing into her, Hermione finally knew why they were here.

Hermione took a stand in front of the gathering, her back to them. Sirius and Snape took point on either side, covering her and the group, effectively protecting her from them and the unknown currently advancing on the party. Was it really an unknown though? Death Eaters were attacking.

She, glowing faintly, started drawing a series of ancient runes in front of her with her wand, runes that were so ancient they were no longer known or studied by anyone. Luckily Dumbledore was towards the back and couldn't see her. They glowed brightly with color in the sunlight. Dipping her wand into her still sluggishly bleeding hand, she made a final rune and with a sudden burst of light, the gathering and our trio, were encased in a dome shield, which glowed faintly with unearthly blue light that only Hermione could see.

Within moments they were being attacked from all sides. Black cloaked figures desperately trying to attack those within the dome, yet nothing was getting through.

Those within had originally started to panic when the attack started, if the dome hadn't been there too many would've died before anyone thought to even raise a wand against the attackers. It would've been a massacre and it probably had been, the first time around.

Hermione eyed the attackers, trying to identify them. Then with a shrug, she realized it didn't really matter who they were. They were attacking. The very same scum who had hurt her loved ones. Cold fury overtook her in that moment and power such as she had only recently known filled her. It hurt, but just as suddenly as the pain started, it receded from the touch of her unlikely time-traveling companions. Severus and Sirius, sensing the change, and against all rational thought, moved closer to her. Each laying a hand on her shoulder, instinct driving them, wands still at the ready, they felt the rush of additional power flowing through the three of them, although it centered on the small witch between them. Making them a circuit with her as the outlet.

Pointing her wand towards the sky, and rotating it in a clockwise motion, the move starting out wide and getting tighter as it went along. Clouds started to gather, turning the bright afternoon sky, to an ominous dark grey. Wind started howling on the outside of the dome, trees bending, small things getting caught up in it, as it started taking shape. A wind funnel started to form on the outside of the dome, not even a stiff breeze penetrating the invisible dome of magic. Moving around, the cyclone picked up and held the Death Eaters, one by one or in twos and threes. Pummeling them with wind and debris. Its force keeping the captives from using magic to free themselves.

While most would have called it good, they could obviously now be rounded up and taken into custody. Hermione knew who she was dealing with. Not only was she dealing with a mass murdering psychopath with way too much power, the kind of power to break these idiots out of prison but also a seemingly overly benevolent headmaster who never believed in actually killing the killers. Which allowed the Death Eaters to kill again. One almost wondered what Dumbledore's end game was and who he was really backing. Either way, this time would be different. Second chances were good and all but no, not this time. This time it wasn't going to be her friends that suffered.

With a slash of her wand, several bolts of lightning shot through the tornado. It lit up the the darkened cloud covered grounds. Even those within the dome felt a slight heat. Within moments each and every Death Eater that had been picked up was electrocuted. Thousands of bolts of electricity searing their bodies, unable to resist in the slightest. Their Death Eater magic couldn't save them this time, and neither would she. The smell of burnt flesh would linger in Hermione's memory for years. It was a smell she would come to realish. It was a smell that meant victory.

When it was finally done, and the death eater scum snuffed out, Hermione looked up to notice one very furious Dumbledore bearing down on her.

A/N Please Read and Review. This is my first fic and I need love to keep it going :-)