Okay, don't shoot me, everybody! I am grieving right now at how long I made my faithful readers wait for the next chapter:( I know it isn't really an excuse, but I really had like the worst writer's block EVER, and I had mountains of homework to finish.

But here's the next chapter! Hehe. And I wont promise when I think the next one's going to be up, because, frankly, I have no fathomable idea. Sorry!

Flashback

He looked at her funny, like he didn't really believe her. She was desperate to tell them absolutely everything, especially Sirius, but she couldn't, much as she trusted them. She had to figure this out for herself. Then she remembered that she had burdened this all on herself, and suddenly felt horrified and furious at herself.

"Well, that's just fantastic, Hermione! Way to go! This is what you wanted for so long—to go back in time! You never even told Harry or Ron what you were doing! They're probably worried sick! You are such a retarded, stupid, idiot witch! Malfoy was right for once!" she thought, the last statement being a surprise, but oddly true.

"Remus, I have to go. I'll see you later." She said to him, starting to run off, then looked back at his confused face. "Oh. Thanks for finding me by the way!"

Okay…chapter 10…

Hermione ran all the way through the school, finally stopping at the class Sirius was currently in—Potions. Hermione didn't want to interrupt, but she hastily pushed the thought out of her mind, as she knew she needed to do this. She quickly muttered the incantation, "Preverbio", which visualizing a female student with a prefect's badge on her charcoal robes. It felt almost the same as the effects of the Polyjuice Potion—like ice water being poured down your front, then steaming hot as it gets down to your toes. After which your skin feels like there is heat lightning in the air. The only feature that remained of Hermione was her distinguishable, brightening eyes.

She uttered the same spell, though adding "Minutia" to it, and with a bright pop, an excuse note appeared in her hand. She took a deep breath, looked through the door one more time to check if it was the right classroom, and opened the door. She flushed slightly as she felt all eyes appear on her. The teacher, hand poised as if ready to write something on the board, gave her a look that clearly said, "You dare interrupt my class!"

"I—I have a note for Sirius Black, Sir. It says he is needed urgently." She squeaked, her voice smaller and higher than she intended.

Another glare and a stifling pause. "Yes…well…Black, up you go. And!" he added, as Sirius got up. "Do NOT "forget" to turn in that essay I assigned…or I will personally fail you for this term. Good day."

The teacher turned back to writing, though Hermione noted that, if he had possessed a magical eye (like Moody's), he would have stared deathly at her. She quickly opened and closed the door, waiting for Sirius to exit. While he was temporarily looking away, she silently said the charm, "Exempliar", face returning to normal, and the note disappearing. When Sirius turned to look at her, he shrieked in surprise ("Thank God the doors here are soundproof!" thought Hermione), and jumped back a few steps.

Hermione internally giggled at this. She loved having the upper hand. "Hey Sirius." She greeted innocently and calmly.

"I—Uh—Well—You—Hi." He stuttered. He hastily regained his composure at the look of amusement he was receiving, and cleared his throat. "What in the hell do you think you are doing!"

Hermione looked up at him, giving him the best doe eyes she could muster up, and putting on a guiltless face. "Well, silly," she said, cursing herself for sounding exactly like Dolores Umbridge, "I needed to get you out of class somehow, right?"

He looked at her incredulously. "Sure, but turning into someone else without a Polyjuice Potion? That's really advanced magic. Not to mention you performed a silent spell!"

She looked somewhat abashed, but also blushed the faintest bit, replying, "Well, thank you, Sirius."

Sirius cut straight to the point. "Great. Why did you need to take me out of that oh so important lesson?" he added with the last four words positively saturated with sarcasm.

"I have to tell you something." She said, suddenly turning serious, him looking confused and worried at the same time. "I know you as 35-year-old Sirius Black, you are the godfather of my best friend, Harry Potter, and I am from the future."

She braced herself for the blow that was sure to come. It didn't. "I thought there was something weird about you." He admitted sheepishly, but with a cocky, all-knowing grin.

Hermione stared at him, astounded. She had expected him to take this harder. "Wha—What do you mean?" she stammered.

"Well, for one, we—that is to say me, Moony, Prongs, and Wormtail (Hermione shuddered invisibly at the name)—have never seen you before in our entire seven years of Hogwarts, yet you claim you are in our same grade. Two, you have not shown up on the Marauder's Map, which shows everyone. Lastly, you knew all of our names before we even told you." He explained.

Hermione looked chagrined, embarrassed, and amazed all at the same time. "And you didn't tell me this because…" she accused, more intensely than she intended.

"Because I wanted to see when you were going to inform us about your little wrongdoings." He replied simply. It sounded like he had had this all planned out in his head.

Hermione was irked something fierce. Why couldn't he have told her? He wanted to 'see when she was going to inform them'? What kind of excuse was that? She felt her fists close slightly, the lines of her mouth highly reminiscent of Professor McGonagall's. This was exactly the kind of thing everyone had told her about younger Sirius. Always wanted control, able to manipulate anyone. Highly disappointed in herself, Hermione should have known better than to have just jumped into the past without thinking anything through. She was smarter than this. She just had to do some quick, logical thinking.

"Well, fine." She said in resentment. "But I have oh so many things on you, my dear Sirius. Things that would make your hair curl." Hermione shot back, repeating Rita Skeeter's venomous comments. She raised her eyebrow in an intimidating look.

Sirius looked back at her, trying but failing miserably to calculate what she was planning. "Oh, yeah? Like what?"

Hermione smiled in a wide, evil grin. "Nothing that you wont find out sooner or later." She answered cryptically.

Briskly, Hermione walked off, pleased with herself, and leaving a confused and extremely apprehensive Sirius behind her. Oh, she was going to have so much fun with this.

I tried to make this a little longer for you guys. Is it okay? Again, I apologize for taking so long on it! I will try my best to get another chapter out within 10 days, but I can't make promises. Love you all!

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