Summary: When Ron and Hermione have another spat, Hermione runs out of the Burrow and wanders around outside. Meanwhile, Harry is searching for her. He soon loses any sense of direction, and enters the wrong place, with Hermione right behind them. They are soon spun into the past and meet...Lily Evans and the Marauders.

A/N: This is just a little project I've been working on for a long time, you know, playing with the idea in my head...I've finally typed it out in my computer...so hurray! Don't forget to review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters. A huge fan just wishing that she were J.K Rowling created this story.

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A boy with extremely untidy jet black hair and striking green eyes sighed. He sat a few paces away from a currently squabbling Hermione and Ron.

Harry had grown, yes, into a remarkably handsome young man. Almost like James. He marveled at how he can make both Ginny and Hermione blush when he wasn't even talking to them. His emerald eyes gleamed with a happy twinkle when he smiled and his body was now nicely toned. He wasn't the scrawny boy anymore.

It was a peaceful snowy day in the Burrow where everyone was laughing and sharing jokes. But all that laughing and peace was just a cover for what they all really felt: fear. The Dark Lord's return and Dumbledore's death shook every single person currently living under the roof.

Some people hoped that it wasn't true, that he would come back to life and save them all. But that's not possible.

Harry was just sitting in his seat, thinking about all those losses and Dumbledore's last words spoken..."Severus, please..." Those words seemed to vibrate over and over in his head. Dumbledore's last actions were to beg for his life from the one he trusted. And to top it all off, Ron and Hermione begin to bicker about a none sense thing about Lord Vodemort's return.

"I don't know what your problem is, Ronald! Sometimes you are so damn...stupid!" Hermione Granger glared at her best friend.

The angry redhead that stood in front of her was laughing. "Stupid? Just come off it, Hermione, you don't mean that." He grinned. "Just admit that I'm right and you're wrong."

Hermione gave a howl of rage and stomped over to a nearby closet. She quickly grabbed her robes, wand, and shoes then walked out the door.

Harry's eyes widened and he automatically stood up. He hastily put on his shoes and an overcoat. He then strode over to the door and opened it.

"Oi!" Harry turned to Ron's voice. "Where are you going? She's gonna be okay, mate. She'll be back."

Harry shook his head. "She went out, Ron. Who knows what could happen to a muggle born witch walking around in these times...especially since she has a connection to me." He then turned and walked out of the Burrow without another word.

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Hermione rushed out of the Burrow, never knowing where she was headed. The snow crunched under her feet as she wandered around aimlessly. It was when she realized that she was lost that she froze.

Who knew what sort of dangers would come around here? She was a young and pretty witch with long honey tresses, maybe some muggle would try to rape her...or worse, one of those damned Death Eaters might spot her and take her away...

As these thoughts raced around her head, she began to shiver from both the cold and fear. Stupid Ron! If I get kidnapped by ruthless Death Eaters and taken to Voldemort...It'll be his fault!

She watched some muggles happily playing in the park without a care in the world, oblivious to the dangers that the other world was facing. They didn't even know that they were in danger themselves right at this moment.

As she sat there, she felt a pulling sensation at the back of her head. She reached up and gave a cry of pain when her hair was pulled out.

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"Ron?" Molly Weasly stood in the living room holding a tray with three mugs of hot chocolate and a plate full of cookies and brownies. She looked curiously around the room. "Where is Hermione...and Harry?" She placed the tray on a nearby table praying that they were still somewhere in the house.

Ron shrugged. "They both left."

Mrs. Weasly, upon hearing her son's casual answer, stood up and glared at him. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, LEFT!" She stared daggers at him, sending Ron to cower in the corner.

Ron gulped. "Hermione ran out of the house then Harry went after her!" He shivered slightly, but reached out to take a brownie.

Molly saw his hand and slapped it away. "None for you." She had a grim expression on her face as she opened the pantry door to stuff the tray somewhere. She then ran as fast as she could to where Arthur was resting on the sofa. "Arthur!"

"Huh? Wuh? Huh?" Arthur jolted awake and pulled out his wand. He did a double take and sighed when it was only Molly. "Yes, dear?"

She felt tears in her eyes. "Harry and Hermione are not in this house. They both went outside...separately. I don't think they're together...Oh Arthur!" Molly let go and sobbed all over him. "What if they get taken by You-Know-Who!"

Arthur gasped and stood up, accidentally dropping his wife. "Oops, sorry dear." He strode over to the fire place and threw in floo powder. Then he stuck his head in and called for Alastor Moody's place.

"Arthur?" Moody stared at him for a long time. "Where were the Order of the Phoenix meetings held?"

Arthur sighed. "Number 12, Grimmauld place. Now how many children do Molly and I have?"

Alastor growled. "That's not much of a question! Anyone can answer that!" But nonetheless, he answered the question. "S-seven?"

Arthur grinned. "Correct! Now that's not why I'm here. Moody, Hermione and Harry are wandering around the area unaccompanied. Molly told me that they aren't even traveling together...Inform everyone." Without a word, Arthur pulled out of the fireplace only to see Alastor stand up, causing the things around him to fall over.

Arthur walked to the dining table where Bill sat with Fleur. "Bill! Harry and Hermione are wandering around on their own! I'm going to look for them. Tell anyone who comes looking for me where I'm headed." And without another word, Arthur Weasly walked out of the house.

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Harry cursed himself as he tripped over a tree root. He quickly stood up and composed himself, sweeping off any snow with his hands. He gave a howl of pain when something tugged at his hair. He started to run once more in the direction of the park. He sighed when he saw her sitting on a bench looking absolutely terrified.

He ran towards her and called out her name. She started to look around her searching for whomever that had called her name. She spotted Harry and stood up. She ran to him and met with him in a hug.

An old muggle couple that was passing by grinned at each other. "Reminds me of when we were young...so much in love..." The old man smiled at Harry. "Keep that one, boy. She's a special one, she is."

Harry and Hermione broke apart, obviously embarrassed of the old man's words. The elderly couple laughed and walked away.

Harry sighed. "We have to get you home..."

Hermione nodded and followed Harry. "Which way?"

Harry froze. "Erm...uh...This way." He pointed to an abandoned street and began to pull Hermione towards it. "Hmm...Elm Street..."

"Harry? Are you sure? It doesn't look right..." Hermione sighed and fell into step with him.

Harry scratched his head and sighed. "It's a short-cut."

Hermione nodded, putting her trust in him. "Okay."

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In an old shack on Elm Street, an elderly witch sat brewing a potion. She had long frizzy gray hair and deep blue eyes. She had deep wrinkles around her face and slouched slightly. She was obviously a beauty back in her day.

"Yes...With this potion I can finally get my beauty back!" She cackled slightly. She picked up an ancient book and glowered at the page. "Do not put entire newt into potion. Just cut the head off and the two hind legs. Stir for two minutes in a clock-wise direction."

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Arthur looked around and sighed. It was late and he had yet to find Hermione, let alone Harry. Hoping that they had gone back to the Burrow, he set off, his destination home.

As he was walking, he came across a fork in the road. He took off for the bricked road and frowned at the Elm Street sign. "That place is bad..."

And without seeing the two teens that were walking down the empty road, he walked on.

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Hermione clung to Harry's arm, afraid of the dark houses. "Harry, I think we should turn back."

Harry shook his head and persisted on. As they rounded a corner, they saw four hooded figures laughing and waving around wands. What they saw did not please them. Over the heads of these four figures was a floating little girl—and she was crying.

Hermione gasped and hid behind Harry. "Death Eaters." Harry was shocked. He spotted a run down house and pulled Hermione towards it. He banged the door open and saw that an old lady had been shocked and made a mistake in her potion.

The dark green bubbling mess was growing and growing. Then it exploded, covering Harry and Hermione in its goo. There was a bang and they disappeared.

The old woman just stood there, not covered in goo and not even worrying. "Good thing they were only in my imagination or else they would've been taken to the past, they would've."

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A disappointed Arthur returned home, his head in his hands. When he opened the door, he saw Hermione and Harry sitting on the sofa, chatting with Ron and sipping hot chocolate.

He walked to the kitchen and asked Molly who had found them.

"Oh, after you had left, Hermione walked into the house with Harry. They had just gotten lost and found their way back, isn't that wonderful?" Molly grinned. "I was worried over nothing!"

Arthur smiled shakily and sat back down on the sofa, listening to Molly sing a cheery Christmas tune...

Over in the living room, Harry smiled at Hermione. "He will be pleased."

Hermione smiled and nodded.

Ron sat there, still laughing and talking to himself. He didn't notice the evil glint in Hermione's eyes or the fact that when Harry came back, he was wearing a different colored sweater...

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A/N: So how was that for the awesomely short first chapter of Just A Pile of Dung?

I know that the first chapter is a bit angsty, but you know how it is! It'll get funnier when Harry and Hermione meet up with Lily Evans...I swear!

So what's with Harry's sweater color and who the hell is "He"?

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