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Back in 2004…

Harry and Ron ran to Dumbledore, still in their Quidditch robes.

            "Sir, where is Hermione?" Harry asked, deeply troubled by his friends disappearance.

            Dumbledore looked up from his conversation with Severus Snape.

            "I'm afraid that Ms. Granger has gone back in time," Dumbledore informed them.

            "We can get her back, can we?" Ron asked, interrupting Snape who was about to talk.

            "She's returned to the year 1977, as I remember now," Dumbledore said. "And do not worry Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter… Hermione's in good hands. Your father and his friends attended the school during the same year. Therefore Ms. Granger knows some people in one way."

            "When will she return?!" Ron asked anxiously.

            "At the end of the year- perhaps," Dumbledore said.

            "A YEAR?!" Harry screamed.

1977… Hermione's POV

The explanations about the Quidditch game and what she remembered about the wild bludger justified for how she landed in 1977 perfectly.

            Lily and the Marauders were all stunned that the girl sitting with them was from the future.

            "Will this affect the future," she questioned Dumbledore worryingly.

            "Not unless you give information directly about the future," Dumbeldore said, his eyes twinkling, "As for this time, what happens must occur. Bearing in mind that you were a Gryffindor in your time, there is no need for sorting. Some robes and other items have been sent to your new bed in the girls' dormitory, including books. Meanwhile, the other professors will find a way to transport you back to your time." He paused and glanced at the rest of her audience, "Do not speak of this to others. Hermione Madison, shall be your new name. An exchange student from Durmstrang should clear up the rumors. By dinner today, all who saw your interesting appearance on the Quidditch field will have forgotten… with the exception of the students in this room." He looked at the Marauders, "Ms. Pomfrey will have my head if I let you all stay. Ms. Granger needs her rest." Lily and the Marauders nodded, saying goodbye to Hermione and leaving the room.  

            Hermione entered the Gryffindor common room, which was exactly identical with the exception of different students. She found her uniform neatly laid out on the bed alongside the textbooks required for class. A trunk was placed at the foot of her bed for her belongings. Inside she found a sack full of necessities, including a small sum of money from Dumbledore for other items she may want throughout her visit.

            "Hey Hermione," said a girl who she recognized as Lily Evans from her meeting with Dumbledore. Of course, besides James Potter, she had remembered her immediately because of seeing her pictures.

            "Lily Evans," she said timidly.

            Lily helped her to sort out the items on her bed and to tell her some important facts about their time when no other students were around. She was amazingly nice, which Hermione had expected since she was Harry's mother. Oddly enough, they had many qualities in common such as their study habits. Hermione was becoming more comfortable with the idea of spending her final year in1977.

            "We better go down to eat," said Lily, checking her muggle watch.

            Hermione walked out of the bathroom, wearing the 1977 uniform. "I really feel out of place." Lily laughed while Hermione gazed down at her skirt which nearly touched her feet, in her opinion. Using her wand, she altered the length till above the knee and looked at herself in the mirror. Lily quickly adjusted the oversized shirt and sweater to fit her body perfectly.

            "Neat," Hermione said, rotating around in front of the mirror. "I'll probably need some shoes…These boots probably won't fit in, will they."

            Lily shook her head, "You'll pass for a major ummm,"

            "Slut?" Hermione said, deciding to get new shoes right away.

            "Yes… that's the word I was looking for. The guys will love it, don't worry," Lily cheered her up.

            They headed towards the Great Hall. "Dumbledore has already informed the students about your arrival," Lily informed Hermione. Many heads turned in their direction to check out the new girl. Many boys howled from various tables, making her blush. Some even licked their lips, winking at her. 'Boys will be boys,' she thought to herself.           

            "Lily, Hermione, over here!" James called out waving his hands to catch their attention. By the look on Lily's face, she obviously didn't want to sit with them.

            "I'd stay away from James and Sirius if I were you. Always getting in trouble… as bad as the Slytherins. Remus is a prefect and has more sense than his two other friends… still I don't understand why he roams with those fools. Peter…well there's something funny about the look in his eyes. Never liked his ways." Hermione nodded, knowing exactly what Lily meant.

She glanced behind her to say something to Lily and didn't see a banana peel on the floor in front of her. Before she knew it, she went flying onto the Ravenclaw table. Narrowly missing a bowl of oatmeal, she stared at the bacon and pancakes splattered over her. The entire school burst into a fit of laughter as she wiped some strawberry jam off her new sweater. She carefully placed her foot off the lap of a grinning seventh year male student. Pulling her skirt down, she swiftly jumped off the table.

            "Nice legs," a tall Ravenclaw boy commented her.

            "Thank you very much, my eyes are here" Hermione said, pointing up.

            She glared at the other boys who were looking at her sheepishly, "Same to you! Wipe that dirty look off your faces." She turned around quickly, receiving a sympathetic look from Lily.

            They both stalked off to the Gryffindor table, Hermione saying, "Think I drastically worsened my image with the boots." Lily giggled, finally resolving to sit 'near' James and his friends. Of course, her definition of 'near' meant sitting at least one meter away from Sirius and James.

            "Why are you sitting so far away," James asked, teasing Lily, who ignored him completely.

            "I think she'll settle only on this," Hermione said, she hastily stared down at her plate. 'Excellent entrance Hermione,' she told herself, feeling really embarrassed.

            Remus nudged her in the ribs, as if reading her thoughts,"Trust me, it could have been worst."

            James nodded, "Remember that time with Snivellus."

            "Who?" said Hermione, pretending not to know the name.

            "Severus Snape," Sirius responded, "If you see a slime ball in the hallway with greasy hair, that's the boy."

            Remus continued, "Anyhow, the boy was so worried about failing his potions exam, he came here with only boxers on that his dear mum probably bought him… a good sight to see."

            Hermione nearly choked on her juice, imagining her professor in boxers. 'Bad image.'

            Lily smiled, happy that they were trying to cheer Hermione up but cleared her throat to stop them from saying anything more about Snape.

            She started eating her breakfast, taking a good look at the guys around her. It felt like Harry was right with her… in the form of James. They were duplicates of each other except James had hazel eyes. Peter was a rat, she didn't even want to bother looking at him. Remus, her former… or future professor, was pale as usual. He had dark rings around his circles and was always smiling. Sirius Black was definitely the spotlight of the Marauders, apart from James. Of course, she had noticed the flock of girls who would walk repeatedly past him smiling. Unlike James or the other boys, his hair elegantly fell on his face in all the right places. His dark brown eyes scanned a few papers in his hands, disturbing him. She had to admit that he was even better than a Greek god, considering he was Harry's godfather. Harry would be more grateful to be in her position to see the two men that he never really had a chance of knowing… James and Sirius and his mom, Lily.

            A younger version of Professor McGonagall approached the table, "Welcome Ms. Granger to Hogwarts. I am Professor McGonagall, head of the Gryffindor house. If you have need of anything, just ask Lily here and she will find me." Hermione nodded, thanking her. "Ms. Evans, please hand these to the students in your year." McGonagall left to hand similar sheets to other students. Soon all the Marauders and Hermione had their schedules in hand.

"Who's your partner for DADA, Prongs?" Remus asked. James shrugged, looking at his sheet.

"Partner?" Hermione said quizzically.

"Everyone has a partner with whom they must practice with for an entire year. At the end of each year, there's a small tournament where we are graded according to how we fair against other teams." James explained, a wide grin spreading across his face, "In my case, I've landed up with Lily."

"Great," Lily said sarcastically, "What's the use of partnering me up with him if it's called Defense against the Dark Arts."

She returned to handing out sheets, leaving James more heartbroken at the comment.

"Relax, you still have one more year to change her mind," Hermione said encouragingly.

" What do you mean," James said protectively, "Change her mind about what?"

"Com'on, it's obvious that you like Lily Evans," said Peter. "Anyhow, who is your partner Hermione?"

"Me," Sirius responded for her.

"Poor us," Lily growled, taking a sip of her tea, "The worst possible partners."

"Don't complain," Sirius said, still focusing on his paper "You should be grateful… with our talent, both of you will score high grades without laying a finger on your wands. Besides that, my partner seems to be a damsel in distress." Lily rolled her eyes, and left to help McGonagall.

" Excuse me?" Hermione sneered, clenching her napkin.

James kicked Sirius underneath the table after seeing Hermione's reaction to his words. Sirius simply looked at James questionably. "You seem to be the type of girl who needs to be saved twenty four seven," he continued, stuffing his mouth with sausages. He was oblivious to Remus' signals to shut up. Peter laughed, enjoying the scene.

" Especially with your graceful entrance," he said, "You must be the clumsiest girl I've seen since… Aurelia Longbottom."

Hermione couldn't take it any longer, she stood up and threw Sirius' plate directly in his face, letting the egg yolk drop down his neck and over his robes. Next she poured the rest of his cereal on his lap.

Remus started laughing but carefully pretended to have a coughing fit in his napkin after Sirius removed the plate from his face, "WHAT WAS THAT FOR!"

"James," she said sweetly, ignoring Sirius' swearing, "Tell Lily that… due to a certain self centered git that she informed me about earlier," she said looking precisely at Sirius, "I'll have to meet her up during Herbology."

"Excuse me?! I'm not the one who needs to get their eyes checked for NOT SEEING A BLOODY BLUDGER," Sirius retorted weakly, but she had already left the room.

            Hermione entered the empty girls' dormitory, planning to have a shower. She felt so dirty, covered in food. Her hair was glued together with some jam. Something sticky was on her legs. Reaching the girl's showers, she found only a wall with an empty portrait. 'They probably hadn't put the showers here yet. Maybe the wall opens up with a password.' She waited impatiently for the character to return to his or her painting to no avail. There was a full hour until her first class and there was no one in the entire Gryffindor common room including the boy's dormitory…

Sirius' POV

'Stupid girl.' Pulling off his robes and entering the boy's showers with his towel. He was surprised to notice that someone was already there…two stalls away. He shrugged, walking into a stall. Sirius closed the shower curtain and threw his towel over.

A few minutes later, he turned the tap off and reached for his towel.

'Probably fell over,' he thought, covering himself with the shower curtains and peeked out of the stall.

His towel was there. Not on the floor. A girl with her back turned to him, was shaking the water out of her hair. His towel was neatly wrapped around her thin body. She obviously didn't know he was there by her carefree attitude. 'The towel can wait,' he said to himself, smirking at the water droplets sliding down her back. His head dropped slightly, trying to get a better view of her long tanned legs.

He cleared his throat. The girl jumped, turning around to reveal her royal highness, Hermione Madison. She frowned at me. "What?"

  "My towel?" he said, putting his hand out.

She backed away, "I need it." She was clearly enjoying this moment.

"In the first place, you're in the boys' showers." he asked coolly.

"I know," she replied calmly, gathering her stuff, "The girls' showers aren't in the same place and no one was around to show me."

"Alright," he hissed, hating how he was finding her cute in his towel. "Will you please just give it?" He lashed out at her, trying to yank the towel.

She shook her head at him playfully. "We wouldn't want you to fall…seeing that you have nothing on. I need to change first."

"Then change," he spat.

"I'll be back," Hermione said, narrowing her eyes at him.

"You better," he scoffed, watching her hips sway hypnotically down the hallway.

 After what seemed to be ten minutes, she returned fully clothed. She smirked, throwing the towel at him. He grabbed it and wrapped it around his waist. Hermione walked out of the room before he could say anything.

Back in the boy's dormitory, he quickly changed to his uniform. The Marauders walked into the room.

            "Oh and Padfoot's face," James laughed, barely able to talk, "After she shoved it in his face."

            "How about when he jumped when she poured his cereal down his pants," Remus said, getting Sirius' towel in his face.

            Remus smelled the towel, "Oi, Padfoot since when does your towel smell like strawberries."

            "I think Paddyfoot is developing a feminine side… he's been acting weirdly since a certain Ms. Madison arrived," James said, breaking into another fit of laughter.

            "Oh shut up," Sirius sneered, "I had the pleasure of meeting her in the showers."

            "Hmmm, may I ask what you two were doing together in the showers?" Peter asked mischievously.

            Sirius slapped his forehead, "She used- no stole- my towel. That's all! She didn't know where the girls' showers were."

            "Sure, Whatever you say, mate" James said, "Considering your reputation…. I'm a little doubtful about that."

The Marauders walked towards their herbology class.

            "Can you believe the nerve of that girl-," Sirius said, still angry at Hermione for everything.

            "Personally, I'd have to congratulate her for being the first girl to stand up to your ego," Remus pointed out.

            "What?!" Sirius yelled.

            "Those were some pretty harsh things you said to her earlier," Peter said.

            Sirius gave Peter a dirty look, "Bullshit." He threw open the greenhouse door, finding Hermione glaring at him and continuing her conversation with Lily.

            Halfway through class while they were breeding Mandrake plants, Sirius finally said, "Perhaps my words were a little cruel."

            All three other Marauders looked at him strangely.

            "What?" he muttered, "I was in a bad mood… mum's been sending me all that crap about being a disgrace to the family bla blabla I should go die because my life is worthless and so on…"

            Remus looked up, shocked, "She didn't say that, did she?"

            "No she didn't, but it's probably the point she was trying to get across," he answered thoughtfully.

            Hermione approached the table they were working at to get a pot from a cabinet.

            "Hey Hermione," Remus said cheerfully, hoping for an answer.

            She turned around and greeted them with a warm smile.

            "Oh James, you shouldn't mix the Herbonicus plant with a Mandrake… you'll get a disastrous effect. Try the Lytanic plant," she said.

            "Thanks," he said smiling at her, unaware of the green smoke forming from his mistake. Remus quickly fixed it while Sirius just rolled his eyes.

            Hermione and James seemed to stare at each other for eternity. "Need some help with those," Sirius said to Hermione, putting a stop to the moment. He might as well be nice to her after all he said.

            "No thank you, I'm not a damsel in distress. I can handle a few pots," she sneered.

Hermione's POV

            'Stop giving him such a hard time,' she said to herself.

            " There she goes again," Sirius snickered, " You're not my type Madison, if that's what you want."

            "Arghhhh, what makes you think that I would want to date shit like you," Hermione said, fuming.

            Someone behind a large plant clapped their hands. The next moment, I found myself staring at an exact duplicate of Draco Malfoy. Same sleek blonde hair. His eyes were bluish green and he was definitely well built from the way his robes stuck to his body.

            "Well said. Trust me, you don't want to associate with people like them… What's your name again?" he asked her.

            "Hermione Madison," she replied.

            "Lucius Malfoy," he said proudly. "If you ever need me," he said cornering her against the wall, "I'm always seeking some new entertainment."

            "I think she can tell the difference between us and filth like you," James said, pulling him off Hermione.

            "Thought you were with Narcissa," Sirius said, who was still breeding his mandrake, much to Hermione's irritation. The other Marauders were more concerned about how Lucius was treating her.

            "I get bored easily with your cousin," he hissed, winking at me before leaving.

            "Just wonderful," she said to the Marauders, taking the pot in her hands, "I leave my old school, only to find there's another Malfoy here."

            She left them with many questions about this second Malfoy…

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