AN: Heyo! We're back at it with a new chapter. As always, if there are any inconsistencies, grammatical errors or any tips in general on how to better my writing, please let me know! I take constructive criticism well. For those that have PM'd me, the messaging system doesnt really want to work with me on here, it keeps telling me that I have no messages. For that, I apologise. Anyways, enough of my rambling, read on and enjoy! Lemme know what y'all think!

Chapter 4

September 3, 1977

Hermione woke on a dreary Sunday morning, she could hear the large and heavy raindrops crashing against the infirmary windows and the howling of the wind through the old castle. Madam Pomfrey had brought her a change of clothes the day before that was still laying on her bedside table. The clothes she had arrived in had been tossed in the bin due to being so filthy and damaged.

Today she would be released and allowed to join the 1977 seventh years for their final year at Hogwarts. She was excited and sorrowful at the same time. Excited because she yearned for knowledge and is given another chance to complete her schooling while not having to fear for her life. Sad because everything was different, no Harry and Ron, no Ginny, Neville or Luna. She had no friends in this time… Well, maybe she did.

The four Marauders stepped into the infirmary as she was swinging her legs over the side of the cot. As she started to stand for the first time in three days, Hermione swayed a little on her feet. Remus was at her side in an instant, steadying her.

"You should take it a bit slower, little wolf," he murmured in her ear, letting Hermione know that he was aware of her little 'problem'. She glanced up at him and saw his green eyes shift amber for a split second before fading back to green. "Your secret is safe with me."

Remus kept an arm around her torso to make sure she was stable enough to move. Adrenaline had been what kept her going right before she came to this time and was thankful for the extra support. When he was positive she was steady enough, Remus jogged over to the potions cabinet and snatched a strengthening potion. Hermione's eyes were full of gratitude as he handed the vial to her, she downed the cherry flavored potion quickly.

"Thank you, Remus," she muttered, smiling up at him. She turned to see the other boys staring at them. Hermione coughed, clearing her throat..

"I'm- I'm sure you all have a few questions. I won't be able to answer them all right now but I'll do what I can."

"Who gave you that scar on your arm?" Sirius was the first to fire a question at her. Of course, leave it to him to be blunt and not beat around the bush.

Hermione flinched at the memory of being tortured on the Drawing Room floor of Malfoy Manor, Sirius' cousin, Bellatrix, straddling her chest with an old, rusted knife carving into her forearm. She swallowed and fought to hold tears back as she remembered Bellatrix sending a Blood Boiling curse at Molly Weasley just before the Weasley Matriarch sent a Reducto her way.

"A very evil witch who thought I wasn't worth the dog shit under her boots," Hermione gritted out, trying to tug her sleeves down enough to cover the jagged scar.

Sirius stepped closer to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Don't you worry, love, we'll protect you from any nasty witches that'll try to snatch you up! Why, you're looking at three of the best duelist in Hogwarts and a great potioneer in the making," he said, gesturing to each of his companions.

That was when she noticed Peter Pettigrew. The rat. She clenched her teeth before taking several deep breaths. Maybe there was still time to save his soul. She was here to change things, make the world a better place. There was a possibility that Peter could be one of the people she saved. She swallowed and licked her lips.

"And who is this 'great potioneer'?" She asked, as nicely as she could. She already knew the answer because she remembered Sirius and Remus both talking about how they were horrible at potions, along with James, but Peter was the one who shined there, oddly enough.

"Our good pal Wormy here, His real name is Peter, although, I'm sure you already knew that since you knew our names," James said, gesturing between himself, Sirius and Remus.

Hermione chewed her bottom lip nervously. If she were to save the future they would need to know, right? These boys, aside from Peter, were family. Harry Potter, son of James Potter, was her very best friend, brother even. Therefore, James was family. Sirius and Remus were the trios protectors and confidants until their untimely deaths. They were two of the closest things to father figures Harry had aside from Hagrid and Arthur Weasley. They were family.

She could trust them, except Peter. She had decided she would try to save him. Everyone should be given a second chance and this could be his. Maybe she could sway him into staying on the side of light instead of giving up his friends lives out of fear. Hermione would give him his second chance, but that's it.

"I can't explain just yet, but I will tell you all eventually. I just… I need to talk to Dumbledore about a few more things," Hermione told the Marauders, feeling much better after taking the Strengthening potion.

"Well… I suppose we'll let it slide for now Miss…?" Sirius questioned.

"Oh, my name is Hermione. Hermione Granger."

"It is an absolute pleasure to meet you, my dear. I, as I'm sure you are aware, am the dashing, handsome, gorgeous Sirius Orion Black. This here bespectacled man is my best mate, James Charlus Potter," James bowed at his introduction, "This beaten beauty is my other best mate, Remus John Lupin," Remus gave a small smile and a little wave, " and this, this man right here, Miss Granger, is Peter Michael Pettigrew, my other best mate!" Sirius finished, slightly out of breath.

Hermione saw Sirius take in a deep breath before bellowing out, "AND WE ARE THE MARAUDERS! Mischief and mayhem is our speciality," he winked at her. She rolled her eyes at him and smiled.

This side of Sirius was something she was not used to. She knew the drunk, broken man who talked of his Hogwarts days with a smile on his face and tears in his eyes. She knew the crazed man in the Shrieking Shack, she knew the giant bear sized Irish Wolfhound sleeping by the fire in the den of Grimmauld Place. She knew the man that stared blankly, yet unseeing from the floor of the Forbidden Forest during the Massacre of Hogwarts. She did not know this joyous young man that shared his features. He was like a breath of fresh air but still a little overwhelming. She was going to save this young man as well.

"Ignore him, he's an idiot. How about we show you around the castle? That way you'll know your way around once classes start tomorrow?" Remus asked her, a kind smile on his face. "Oh, I found this up in our dorm. Did you have this when you… fell into our lives?" He held out her small purple purse.

"My bag!" she cried and snatched it out of his grasp. She quickly opened it and rummaged around in her things, making sure everything was still there.

When her hand wrapped around a tapered cylindrical object she breathed out a sigh of relief. She had stashed three basilisk fangs in her bag when her and Ron went to destroy Hufflepuff's cup in the Chamber of Secrets. She still had a way to destroy horcruxes. Hermione smiled. She could do this. She was going to save everyone.

She looked up and all four boys were once again staring at her and her strange behavior, Remus's right eyebrow was cocked and he was smirking. Hermione glanced down and noticed her arm was in her tiny purse up passed her elbow. She cleared her throat and closed her purse.

"Would you mind waiting on me? I still need to change into some actual clothing, this gown is itchy," Hermione asked, grabbing the clothes from her bedside table and making her way to the infirmary bathroom.

Once she peeled the gown off of her Hermione stared at her reflection in the full size mirror. There were numerous scars littered across her body. The thick, dark purple line that ran across her left ribcage was from Antonin Dolohov during the Battle of the Department of Mysteries her fifth year. A few were scattered about from previous battles and confrontations. She had new ones though that she had never seen before. Two long, silvery, jagged lines ran from her sternum and wrapped around her right hip. It must have been during her last escape from Death Eaters that these were made. She seemed to faintly remember a sharp pain in that area as she was running for her life.

Then there was the bite on her left shoulder, courtesy of Fenrir Greyback. He had attacked her after murdering Ron Weasley. She would have been done for if it wasn't for Kingsley Shacklebolt hurling a slicing hex at Greyback's neck, severing the werewolf's head from his shoulders.

Tears fell from her eyes as her new affliction finally sank in. She… she was a werewolf. Like Remus, she would scream in pain as her skin tore and bones broke only to mend themselves in a new form come every full moon for the rest of her life.

"You'll be fine, Hermione. You know how to brew the Wolfsbane potion and you won't be alone. Remus won't be alone anymore either. You'll go through this together. You're going to save everyone and everything will be okay," She told her reflection.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Hermione slipped into the robes and undergarments that Madam Pomfrey had given her. Grateful to be wearing clean clothes again, she stepped out of the infirmary bathroom and made her way towards the Marauders.

Sirius held his arm out towards her as she approached. "Are you ready to feast your eyes upon our humble abode?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Hermione rolled her eyes and took his arm. The soft growl behind her not going unnoticed. She glanced behind her with a cocked eyebrow and locked eyes with Remus. His eyes flashed gold, quickly looking down at her questioning look. She was going to have to ask about that later.

"So, what year were you in before you came back in time and fell on top ol' Moony?" James asked, nonchalantly.