Okay, so I upon making this story I had full intentions of updating this everyday. Obviously that hasn't happened. One day I was super busy with looking for a job, and the next I was enrolling for college.

So, there's gonna be two options here. I'm going to let you guys pick. I'll either do my best to update every day, chapters about 1000-2000 words, or, I can update every 3-4 days for longer chapters about 5000+ words. Let me know.

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Hermione stood in the doorway of her private quarters. She was still a Gryffindor, so she would still be placed in the Gryffindor tower, but Dumbledore decided it would me much easier on her if she wouldn't have to sneak out of the girls dorm. It made things a little more lonely, as she was very used to sharing her room since she first came to Hogwarts, but she agreed it would be much easier to not have to sneak out of the girls dorm. Not to mention if she had a nightmare she would be..well it wouldn't be good.

The room was connected to the common room by a door with a password. It wasn't a huge room, but it wasn't small. It was cozy, with a fireplace, a few couches, and a bookshelf. Her bed was in the same room, but separated by a privacy wall in case she had guests. She also had a small bathroom that connected to her room.

She was thankful that Dumbledore had thought of all of this, but she was slightly put off. The others would know there was something different about her, and she was sure someone would be asking her such questions. Which is why she and Dumbledore came up with a story. She was his long lost niece. She didn't want to play the part of the 'spoiled favorite' but figured she had too. She wasn't going to be a brat about it though. That would just be taking it too far. Of course, she was older than sixteen but some students had already seen her, so she hoped she looked young enough. If anything she could just act like she's always had a mature body for her age and own it.

Hermione rubbed a hand across her face softly. She had a lot of things to figure out. But she also needed to get into the Marauders little tight-knit group. It shouldn't be too hard, since they were already interested in her because they were her 'saviors'. She just needed to give them the planned story little by little so they would keep coming back for more.

She figured it was time to face the crowd, and quickly refreshed herself with a few cleansing charms, and a beauty charm or two, to make herself presentable. She pulled on her uniform, and smoothed it down with her hands nervously. She knew some of the students and faculty wouldn't believe them, but it was just going to have to be good enough.

Hermione walked out of her room, wand in hand. The common room was quite filled for it being almost dinner time. All commotion stopped when she walked out, though. She felt like a foreigner in her own home. Her cheeks began to pink, looking across all the eyes that stared at her.

"Who is she?"

"Why's she got her own room?!"

"She's not as pretty as they were saying, don't worry."

"She didn't even get sorted!"

"What's your name, love?"

Hermione's eyes snapped from the crowd to a courageous Sirius Black. He had stepped closer to her, and held a hand out. Hermione graciously took it.

"Hermione Granger." She stated simply.

"Hermione." Sirius purred with a smirk. He leaned his head down and kissed her hand lightly.

"May I escort you to the Great Hall?" He asked, pulling her slightly closer.

Hermione snorted. She hasn't seen Sirius charm someone like this in what felt like ages. Technically it was ages, but there were days where she felt it was only yesterday she was blushing under his innocent flirting to her. Of course, he was dead in her time, but she had gotten quite used to his ways.

Sirius seemed shocked that she wasn't swooning at his feet.

"I always liked a challenge." He said simply, as he tucked her hand into his arm and began walking towards the portrait. Sirius pushed through a few people but for the most part they moved out of the way.

Once they made it into the hallway, the other Marauders caught up.

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself? It's only polite." Hermione asked Sirius, her eyes shifting up to his tall form.

"Oh, excuse my friend. He has practically no manners." Hermione was then pulled away from Sirius, and tucked under an arm.

"I'm James. James Potter."

Hermione swallowed deeply. It was so strange to see...well Harry. Harry looking much happier than he had in a long time. Of course the eye color was off, but that didn't matter. Hermione pressed her lips together, biting the inside of her cheek to keep herself together.

"Prongs, that's not nice! I called dibs on her first!"

"Technically I saw her first so your dibs doesn't count." James shot back.

Sirius began pouting, crossing his arms tightly over his muscled chest.

Hermione politely unwound herself from James, and gave him a soft smile. She was about to introduce herself to him when Remus tapped on her shoulder. She turned her head to look at him.

"Remus Lupin, and this, is Peter Pettigrew." He said. His eyes were flashing slightly gold, and Hermione wondered if the full moon was soon. She grabbed his outstretched hand and shook it.

"Its nice to meet you all. I'm Hermione." She said with a smile.

Remus shot the pouting Sirius a look, his eyes shifting from Sirius to Hermione quickly. Sirius seemed to catch on.

"I'm-"

"Excuse my daft friend, Granger. That's Sirius Black." James said, smirking at Sirius.

"I thought you were the slick one, Pads." Remus teased his friend, his arm circling Sirius's shoulder as he began to pout again.

Hermione smiled. She was already enjoying this group. Well, Peter hadn't said one word. Not that she wanted him too. She wanted to set her cat on the vile man. But he seemed harmless at the current moment. He was quiet, but smiley, at least.

They arrived at the Great Hall, and Hermione separated from the boys, regardless of their argument. She was to stand and wait for the feast to begin before she could go to the table. Dumbledore wanted to 'explain' everything first.

Hermione made some small talk with a few of the professors she recognized, as they were curious about her. It seemed that Dumbledore had a meeting with them and told them she was his niece and the story they had come up with. She knew Dumbledore wasn't going to tell the whole story to the whole school in case she needed information to tell people, but he was going to give the basics.

Everyone was seated, and Dumbledore went to his stand, his voice booming across the Great Hall.

"Good evening, students. I know that a speech before a meal isn't apart of the normal schedule but please, bear with me. It seems that my brother has finally come to his senses, and sent my niece to our school. Hermione."

Hermione came and stood beside him, he placed a soft hand on her shoulder.

"She is not my brothers daughter, but my sisters. As you all know I've had quite a busy time, so she was not put in my care, but his. Once she arrived here, we sorted her privately into the house of Gryffindor. Hermione is a very special girl. You all do right to treat her kindly."

With a sweep of his hand, Dumbledore let the food appear over all the tables. Hermione was shocked. Dumbledore usually liked to get really into speeches, but this was short, sweet, and to the point. Dumbledore gave her a quick hug, and shoo'd her to her table.

The talking buzz began around the room. Hermione ignored it, and made her way to the table, sitting at a spot left between Sirius and James, Peter and Remus sitting opposite them.

"You didn't tell us-"

"Does it matter though? I'm still a student. Just because I'm related to the headmaster doesn't mean anything. I'm not going to get special treatment because I'm related to him." She said.

It was true. She wasn't getting special treatment because she was Dumbledore's 'niece'. She was getting it because she was from the future and had things she had to get done.

"What about the room?" Sirius jabbed at her, but she knew underneath he was actually...serious.

"That might be because I'm his niece. But nothing else. I won't be getting special treatment from the professors or anything." Hermione shrugged, as she began piling food on her plate. Something in the back of her mind was yelling at her for lying, but she had to. Besides she hardly knew James or Peter. And this was a young Sirius and Remus...even though they only looked a bit younger...and acting the same.

"So can you tell us why we found you unconscious in the courtyard?" Peter asked.

Hermione rose an eyebrow. She hadn't meant too, but she didn't like him. She knew how he turned out and it just really put her off. It wasn't that he was being impolite or anything, it was actually very timid like. Hermione wondered what happened to this boy to make him turn against his friends. Fear, was probably the answer. But there's a difference between fear and selfishness too.

"I'm not exactly sure. The last thing I remember is apparating with Aberforth. I hate being a side-along, honestly. But after apparating I don't remember anything. Not where we ended up, not how I got in the courtyard. Absolutely no idea."

Peter seemed satisfied and nodded, looking back down at his plate to continue eating his food.

"Tell us about you." James said. It was really a statement and not a question. But it was something Hermione hated answering. It was the thing guys liked to ask on a first date. Not that Hermione went on many after the war, but after her fling with Ron went awry, she just went out.

"I'm more of the type of person you get to know over time, rather than unloading a bunch of information you will never remember all at once." Hermione stated simply, spooning a scoop of plum sauce into her mouth.

Remus raised his eyebrows in surprise. Sirius chuckled and threw an arm around Hermione, which she politely pushed off. James snorted. Peter stayed silent.

"What a lady we picked up here, aye boys." Sirius teased, poking Hermione in the cheek.

"Would you kindly stop trying to flirt with me in front of your friends? You're making Peter uncomfortable." Hermione swatted at Sirius's hand. She didn't mind the flirting, like she said she was rather used to it from Sirius. But Peter's awkwardness was making her feel very wearisome.

"I-it's alright Hermione. I'm okay." Peter stuttered out, eyes wide.

Hermione gave Peter a 'yeah right' look.

"Sorry Worm. Didn't know it made ya feel weird." Sirius said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

Hermione knew he wouldn't stop, but he might pull back a bit until they're all completely comfortable with each other.

The rest of dinner was small talk, and Hermione did tell them a little about her, in exchange for the same information about them. Favorite candy, favorite subject, favorite book (Hermione had a hard time picking), simple things like that. She was letting it be known that she didn't really like talking about herself. But she honestly just didn't want to be unprepared for a question and have to make something up on the spot.

She walked back to the common room with the boys, already feeling like she was back home again. Even Peter had made a few jokes with them. She wondered if there was anyway to keep him from turning into a bad seed. She decided she certainly would try.

She was happy that it was easy for her to integrate into this group. It made things much easier on her. She would gain their trust, learn all of their secrets (most she already knew), and would keep them alive.

All of them.