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A/N: Alright, so the Golden Trio don't know who any of the marauders are, and Harry was raised in an orphanage, and doesn't know his parents last name. Now this is gonna make it so stupid it's not even worth reading, most likely. Anyways, some swearing in this chapter, as in most, most likely. Skips off singing the Wizard of Oz theme

Ok, so maybe it is the Hogwarts Express. It certainly looks like it......But that means that Dumbledore's spell didn't work....And that's just not possible. Dumbledore is the best wizard of all time. And besides, is it didn't work, then wouldn't he be next to me, and Harry and Ron in the compartment right there? I should check and see if they are in there.

She slid the compartment door open, and looked around. Instead of seeing Professor Dumbledore though, she saw two unfamiliar faces and two vaguely familiar faces looking back at her. Uhoh. I guess Dumbledore's spell did work, unless he put glamour charms on them, too.

"Um..Hello?" said the black-haired boy nearest her. "I don't recognize you. Are you new?"

"Er....yes. Transfer student. My name is -" She stopped herself just in time. "Lily. Lily Evans."

"Nice to meet you, Lily Evans. My name's James Potter. Welcome to Hogwarts." The black-haired boy who had said hello stood up and shook her hand. A tingling sensation ran up her arm, and she suppressed the urge to shiver. "These are my friends, Remus, Sirius, and Peter." He pointed at each one, and she took the time to study them in turn. Sirius was very tall and muscular. He had wavy black hair and piercing blue eyes. Remus was medium height, and slender. He had honey colored hair and brown eyes you could fall into. Peter was..ordinary. That was the only way to describe him. Ordinary height, hair, eyes, and build.

She took the empty seat near the window, and started to think. Ok, I'm at Hogwarts. Good. But when? I know these boys didn't go here during my time. I know I'm a bookworm, but I would've noticed someone as cute as James...that hair, so wild and messy and black......Storm gray eyes you could fall into......

"-Lily." James finished.

"What? I sorta zoned out there, sorry." Hermione responded, a slight blush creeping up at being embarrassed in front of 3 cute boys whom she just met. Particularly James....

"It's ok. I was just saying we should buy a lot of stuff from the food lady and throw you a little welcome party on the train."

"Oh! Thank you! But I am gonna chip in." She pulled out a handful of coins.

"Nono, this is our gift to you. But if you insist, then we'll just throw you one in the common room. Assuming you are in Gryffindor, that is." please let her be in our House.... James thought.

"Of course I am." she said, absently. The others looked at her funny, and she added hastily, "I mean, I've already been sorted. Over the summer, so I didn't have to be sorted with the first years.

"Oh." Peter said. said.

Just then, the food trolley arrived, breaking the awkward silence. "Anything off the trolley, dears?"

"Yea, we'll take the lot." James said. "Everyone, gimme your money."

By the time they were done, the lady pushing the trolley had to go back up to the front to restock.

There was quiet in the compartment for some time, except for the occasional munching noises. Hermione continued eating long after the others stopped because time traveling makes you extremely hungry.

"If you keep eating like that, Hermione, your going to resemble the pumpkin pasties you're so fond of." James said teasingly, as the girl unwrapped another sweet. In response, Hermione took the pastry and threw it at James, leaving a smear of cake and frosting on his sweater.

"Hey! Not nice!" James shouted, throwing the nearest object (a cauldron cake) at Hermione, but he was laughing so hard that he missed hit Sirius, who was next to her.

"FOOD FIGHT!!" Sirius yelled, heedless of who might hear. He launched a box of Bertie Bott's Beans at Remus, and soon the compartment was filled with flying food and treats.

Since they had barely made a dent in the food supply when they were eating, the food fight went on until a prefect came by, telling them they should change into their robes, as they were getting close to Hogwarts. As the prefect left, they plopped down into the chairs, panting heavily from exertion and grinning goofily.

"Well, I suppose we should change." Remus said. "Lily, you might want to go to the women's room to change, unless you don't mind."

"Oh. Right. I'll just go then. back when I'm done." Hermione said, blushing furiously. She gathered up her stuff and left the compartment, in search of the women's restroom.

"Damn, Moony, why'd ya have to do that?" James whined after she had left. "She coulda changed in here!"

"Honestly Prongs, sometimes you are such a git! Just 'coz you wanted to check her out was no reason to keep her in here!"

"Yea, Prongs, what's going on with you and her anyways?" Sirius asked as he stepped out of his jeans. "You seemed really into her."

"I dunno. I just feel more attracted to her than any other girl. She's different."

In The Bathroom

As Hermione walked towards the front of the train to the bathroom, she thought about her situation, deliberately keeping her mind off James. Ok, so I'm back in time, but I don't know how far. I can't ask what year it is, because then I will look like a freak, and James won't like me. James. He's so perfect....NO. NOT going down that path. Must focus on dilemma. Hmmm.... maybe I could ask them to take me to Dumbledore, and I can tell him the truth, and he'll tell me what year it is. Then, I can also ask him to just let me stay in Gryffindor. Yea, that'll work.

Just then she reached the bathroom. As she went inside, she looked at the mirrors and saw a beautiful girl looking back at her. Auburn hair, emerald eyes, milky skin, and a dusting of freckles on her nose. Hermione opened her mouth to say hello, but stopped when she realized the other girl did too. She got an idea, and experimentally touched her finger to her nose. At the exact same time, so did the other girl. So, that girl....is me? Dumbledore said "permanent Glamour Charm," but wow. I look nothing like me. Wow.

She turned her back to the reflection and went into a stall to change. When she was done, she couldn't resist one last look at herself in the mirror before heading back to the compartment.

Meanwhile....

"More attracted? God, Prongs, the way you were acting you were in love with her!" Sirius pointed out.

"Shit, you don't think she noticed, do you?" James asked nervously as he pulled on his school uniform shirt.

"I dunno." Remus responded, shrugging his shoulders. "She was acting that way toward you, and was too busy trying to make sure you didn't notice to notice you."

"Oh." Peter said.

"So, you guys think she likes me?" James wanted to know. "I mean, should I ask her out or something?"

"Wait 'till she gets settled in, and you get to know her a bit better, that way she'll move faster with you, if ya know what I mean." Sirius, always the expert on girls, advised.

"Padfoot! I don't want her to "move fast" with me! She's not that kind of girl, I can tell."

"Wow, James, I'm impressed. What happened to your flavor-of-the-week philosophy?" Remus said, looking at James as a proud parent might look at their child who just learned how to tie his own shoe.

"I dunno. This one just feels different. Like, I can't just fuck-and-dump, or she'll get back at me."

At that Hermione knocked, and the boys had to wait to continue their conversation later.

"We're here!" James announced.

"Oh! Good!" Hermione exclaimed. "Do you mind showing me to Professor Dumbledore's office?" She asked James as she stepped throught the carriage door that he held open for her.

"Of course, milady." He replied, and offered his arm. She blushed beet-red and put her arm through his. He led her to Dumbledore's office, ignoring the glares of jealous girls, and left her at the open gargoyle with a little bow. She went up the stairs and knocked gently.

"Come in, Ms. Granger, Come in!" came the call from the other side of the door.

She went in cautiously and asked, "How did you know my real name, sir?"

"Oh, I've been expecting you for hours now. It won't do to ask why, for I shan't tell you. Your things have been relocated to Gryffindor girl's dorms, and I have alerted the kitchens to bring up sweets and butterbeer as soon as someone calls for them, for I expect you will be having a little party later. Especially with young Mr. Potter, hm?"

Hermione flushed, and mumbled, "Yes, sir."

He smiled, and continued, "I shall continue to call you Ms. Evans, and that is what your teachers have been informed your name is. You may go nad join your class mates at the feast now." He said, and turned back to his work.

She left, and went into the Great Hall. Fortunately, there were still students coming in, so the doors weren't yet closed. Hermione made her way to the Gryffindor tables, and spotted James waving madly at her. She headed toward him and sat down in the empty seat next him. Across from herr was Remus, and Sirius was next to him. They formed a square, with Peter hanging off the end.

As Dumbledore walked in about five minutes later, the Hall got silent as fast as she had ever seen. Wow, he must have them better trained than he did my year.

"Before we begin the Sorting, I would like to introduce a new student." Dumbledore paused, and the Hall got loud again. Whispers of "New student?" "-Never had one before" and even "She must be James's new plaything" reached her ears. As though he read her mind, James squeezed her hand and said under his breath, "Just ignore it."

Dumblore raised his hand, and suddenly all the whispering stopped. He continued, "Her name is Lily Evans. She is a seventh-year Gryffindor. Lily, please stand up. Everyone give her a warm Hogwarts welcome."

James pushed her up, because her legs wouldn't do it for her. Slowly, starting with the Mauraders, clapping echoed around the room, until it was a thunderous roar. Dumbledore lowered his hands, aand she sat down. The clapping abated just as slowly as it started, until only a few solitary claps could be heard.

"And now, the Sorting."

A/N: So....longer this time. But still just as bad, most likely. But anyways...

Thank you to:

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