A/N: I don't think Sirius was on the team in the book, but I've put him on anyway. :)
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Seventh Year, September 21st, 1979
Hermione opened her eyes the next morning, very confused. Her bed was in the wrong place. She turned over and looked at the other bed's occupant. She had red hair, but it was longer than Ginny's. Hermione reached to her bedside table for the Time Turner. That's when she remembered that she was eighteen years in the past. Hermione sighed. She'd have to meet up with Dumbledore today to see if he had found anything to send her back - or forward, however you look at it.
Lily yawned and stretched. "Good morning, Katie. What classes are you taking?"
It took a moment for it to register that Lily was talking to her. Hermione hadn't gotten used to being called "Katie" yet. She scanned the list. "Ancient Runes, Herbology, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Potions, and History of Magic." Hermione studied the teacher's names. The only name she recognized was Professor Binns in History of Magic. (At least I won't have to endure Snape teaching Potions)
"No Muggle Studies or Divination?" queried Lily.
"I'm muggle born, so I don't need Muggle studies. And personally, I don't like Divination," explained Hermione.
"I'm muggle born too," said Lily. "Let's go to the Great Hall for breakfast."
The two girls exited Griffindor Tower and arrived at the Great Hall together. Remus and Resda were sitting there already. Lily took her place next to James, and Hermione hastily plopped down next to Sirius before Peter could offer her the seat next to him. The group started making idle conversation. Hermione had plenty she wanted to say, but how to say it without revealing how much she knew about them? That was a real puzzler.
"So Katie, you must be an exchange student. What school are you from?" asked Sirius.
"Elshire," answered Hermione nervously.
Sirius thought she appeared to be homesick. "You must miss your friends," he said.
"Yes, I really miss Harry, Ron, and Re-" she paused. "My DADA teacher, we were really great friends."
"Would you like to watch James and I at Quidditch practice this afternoon? We made the team!" invited Sirius.
"Sure, that sounds great," said Hermione. She'd get to tell Harry what a wonderful Quidditch player his father was when she got back. If she ever got back.
"We'll be there too," said Remus, indicating himself and Resda. Lily, of course, didn't need to be asked to go. Hermione crossed her fingers, hoping that Peter wouldn't come too.
Hermione, Lily, and the Marauders were soon trooping down a hallway that lead them to their first class. Out of nowhere, Peeves came and began spraying whip cream on the people in front. He cackled cheerfully as students began yelling at him. Then from behind, a second Peeves began pouring grape juice all over Hermione. Hermione exploded. She was none to pleased with Peeves at the best of times, but after what happened yesterday, she simply loathed his existence. "PEEVES! HAVEN'T YOU LEARNED NOT TO PICK ON ME!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs.
For once in his life, Peeves listened to her. He decided to pour the rest of his grape juice on someone else. Old Peeves and Young Peeves met in midair, giving each other high fives. (Oh, this is the life, having a partner in troublemaking!)
"Allow me," said Remus, pointing his wand at Hermione. "Scourgify!" Instantly her grape juice stains disappeared.
"Thank you, Remus," said Hermione gratefully. The smile on her face instantly disappeared as she spotted an approaching figure. By the blond hair and the snotty look on his face, he couldn't be anyone but the young Lucius Malfoy. Rage boiled in her again. (I wonder, if I did alot of harm to him now, would it save my parents?) She pressed her lips tightly together and clenched her fists. Dumbledore had warned her to be careful or she'd make things worse. After all, Lucius hadn't committed the crime yet, he would hardly know why she was attacking him.
Remus noticed her expression, and who she was looking at. "You must already have had a run in with him. He's hopelessly nasty."
"You have no idea," Hermione fumed.
Remus felt the urge to take her hand and try to cheer her up. But he couldn't, Resda would object, and if he waited much longer he would be late for class. "Ignore him, you can follow me to History of Magic."
Hermione looked into his concerned eyes, remembering what Remus had said - or would say: "Do you really think this is something your parents would want you to do? Don't you think you could honor their memory more by not getting in trouble at school?" She sighed. "All right," she acquiested. As she followed him, she spotted another familiar figure - young Severus Snape. She quickly moved so that he wouldn't see her.
Seventh Year, September 21st, 1997
Remus Lupin sat down at the teachers table for breakfast. Currently he was waiting for the right time to ask Dumbledore to switch the Slytherins to be with the Ravenclaws, like Hermione had wanted. Out of the blue, he was gripped with a startling sensation that made everyone in the room seem far away. He let go of his fork. He could remember Hermione sitting next to Sirius at the breakfast table...her agreeing to go to Quidditch that afternoon...getting attacked by a second Peeves...him using "Scourgify"...her seeing Lucius...how he'd felt when he'd seen her upset... and her following him to History of Magic class.
His fork landed with a clang on his plate, his eyes staring unfocused into space. This was highly disturbing. Nothing of the sort had happened that day. Sirius had forgotten to invite him to Quidditch practice, but he came anyway. There couldn't be two Peeves, how ridiculous. Only one had been there that day, spraying whipped cream on a few students. He hadn't remembered seeing Lucius, he had been in a hurry to get to History of Magic and was busy trying to shield Resda from Peeves. (I think I should approach Snape about that potion, if this happens one more time.)
"Lupin!" cried Harry. Lupin jumped, quite startled. "Have you seen Hermione? I haven't seen her since she left to go to detention with you! Everyone else I asked hasn't seen her either."
Lupin stared at Harry for a second, his words not registering. He still felt quite disturbed about his odd memory, or whatever it had been. "Sorry?"
"Hermione's missing, do you know where she is?"
"No, sorry, I haven't the faintest idea," answered Lupin absently.
Harry frowned at Lupin. He sure was acting funny. (Maybe he's just tired, after all, full moon is less than a week away.) "I'll let you know when I find her," Harry told him.
"Right," muttered Lupin. He sighed and turned to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore had observed and listened to the whole exchanged carefully. He'd had a peculiar thing happen to him the night before. He remembered a conversation with Hermione eighteen years ago, when she'd gone back to the past with Peeves accidentally. He had proceeded to open his journal, and was surprised to see words appearing before his eyes dated September 20th, 1979, talking about how a strange girl had come, and what he proposed to do about it. (Both Peeves and Hermione have turned up missing this morning, how peculiar. Could it be possible that she really has gone eighteen years in the past?) There was only one way to find out. "Remus," began Dumbledore. "Anything strange happen to you lately?"
"What do you mean, Dumbledore?" wondered Remus uneasily.
"I mean," Dumbledore clarified, "Any strange thoughts come to your mind? Especially in the form of, say, a memory?"
"Erm, yes," stuttered Lupin.
"What do you see in them?"
Lupin looked down at his hands. "Hermione. And two Peeveses."
Dumbledore didn't need to use Legillems to see if Remus was telling the truth, it was clearly written on his face. "I see," stated Dumbledore thoughtfully. "I shall look into the matter. Meanwhile, report any new developments to me. Don't worry Remus, you're not going crazy."
Remus felt a bit reassured. Dumbledore, after all, was considered perfectly sane, and had good judgement. Suddenly he was seized with more memories...him filled with admiration for Hermione because she was one of the few who bothered to take notes in History of Magic class...him stealing glances at Hermione when Resda wasn't looking...his own confusion at liking Hermione when he already had a great girlfriend in Resda. But that wasn't true. Hermione was never in his History of Magic class, and at that time, Remus only had eyes for Resda. He sighed. This certainly was something he didn't want to report to Dumbledore! "Thanks, Dumbledore, I need to go prepare for classes now," said Remus.
He walked to the DADA classroom and sat down at his desk, his face in his hands. The thoughts of Lily, Sirius, and James troubled him enough without having vivid memories of them. He felt so distracted that he barely noticed his first class enter. (This is going to be a long day) he thought tiredly.
Replies to Reviewers:
BrennaM: Wow, three reviews! Thanks! LOL I'm glad you like it. :) Yes, the little Remus/Hermione moment in chapter three is one of my favorite parts.
LupinLovesTonks: Thanks for your review! If you look at chapter four and beyond you'll see I changed it to be a bit more accurate.
Preview of next chapter: "Hello," Hermione greeted Remus brightly. She was sitting awfully close to Remus, and had to admit to herself that she rather enjoyed it. Resda eyed her suspiciously. "So, James is keeper, and Sirius is seeker?" questioned Hermione.
"That's right, how did you know that?" asked Remus with a frown.
Hermione's eyes widened. (I really have to be more careful!) "I heard them talking about it," she explained lamely.
Remus stared at her for a moment, puzzled.
