AN: I'm soooo sorry for the late as hell update, y'all. Life is a bit crazy but I'm trying to write more! Anyways, here's the newest chapter. Please let me know what y'all think!!

Chapter 5

September 3, 1977

Hermione stopped in her tracks, gobsmacked, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Wha- how do- What?" She stumbled over her words. Her eyes darted up and down the hallway before grasping James' shirt and pulled him into an empty classroom, motioning for the others to follow.

She stood in front of them for a moment, muttering to herself.

"How did they find out? I was going to tell them anyways once I figured everything out. I wasn't expecting to do so so early. It's going to be okay, Hermione."

"I think you broke her, Prongsie. Why would you go and do a thing like that? I'm sorry, Hermione. The plan was to let you get settled and trust us before springing that on you. The boy has no tact, forgive him," Sirius said, punching James in the shoulder.

"We overheard you speaking to Dumbledore yesterday. You said you were from 1998 and that you're supposed to be born in two years. Then something about knowing some shit about Vo-" Peter elbowed him in the ribs again. "Right, You-Know-Who, and being able to defeat him." He finished.

"Yeah, you're right. I am from the future, May 10th 1998, to be exact. Before I tell you anything else, I'm going to need you to swear on your magic that what I tell you will not leave the five of us," Hermione told them, drawing her wand from her pocket.

The four boys following suit and holding their wands out in front of them.

"I, Peter Pettigrew,"

"I, James Potter,"

"I, Sirius Black,"

"I, Remus Lupin, swear upon my magic that what Hermione Granger tells me today will not be discussed with anyone other than who is present," They all swore at the same time. "Good, now, I'm from 20 years in the future. I was best friends with Harry Potter, yes James, your son. He was… amazing. Selfless, caring, a great wizard and an idiot," Hermione chuckled to herself, thinking of the trios younger years. "Him and our other best friend Ron saved me from a mountain troll that got into the castle our first year. He had your impossible hair, James. Sticking up no matter how hard I tried to keep it down and Lily's green eyes, or so we were told." She wiped a few stray tears from her eyes.

"And Voldemort had him killed." Hermione looked up at James' face, his eyes shut tightly, red faced with a single year making its way down his face.

"Why did he kill my son?" James snarled, stepping closer to Hermione. Remus quickly put himself between James and Hermione, a soft growl in the back of his throat.

"Harry was the 'Chosen One'. He had defeated Voldemort before, when he was just an infant. You… You were murdered, James. Along with Lily. You both were trying to protect Harry." Tears were flowing freely down Hermione's face now as she told the four boys of their future, her past.

"Sirius, you were away on a mission for the Order when this happened. Remus, you were with a pack of werewolves. And… Peter… You… You're the one that turned them over to Voldemort," she said, wincing.

All four boys stood before her, dumbstruck.

"Bullshit. Wormy wouldn't do that to us! We're brothers, and pack. You can't make me believe that he would turn Jamie and Lily over to ol' Voldy," Sirius said, disbelief and anger in his gray eyes.

"He did it out of fear. Voldemort threatened to kill him and his family. If you don't believe me, I can show you. Do you know where a pensieve is?" Hermione asked, wiping the last of her tears with her robe sleeve.

"As far as I know, Dumbledore has the only pensieve on the grounds," Remus told her.

She didn't want to go to Dumbledore knowing he'd not like that she told the Marauders of her background. Hermione stood there for a few seconds before a certain room popped into her head.

"Follow me, I know where to go," she told them and headed out of the classroom.

The four Marauders followed their new friends up several flights of stairs before she stopped in front of a long wall in an empty hallway on the Seventh Floor. Hermione began pacing up and down the wall, muttering to herself. Each of the boys tossed curious glances at one another before they heard a shudder and suddenly a door was where Hermione was pacing. She looked back at them with a smile on her face, seeming pleased with herself before walking into the new room.

"What the fuck is this?" Peter asked, following behind her.

"This… This is the Room of Requirement, the Come and Go Room or the place where everything is hidden, take your pick. To get in all you need to do is have a real need for it. Back in our Fifth Year we had… an absolute sorry excuse for a professor, well, honestly I wouldn't call her a professor, nor would anyone else for that matter. Anyways, she was the new Defense professor and refused to teach us anything. She just had us read chapters and write essays. So, Harry, Ron and I started the DA, an illegal group where we taught those who wanted to learn actual Defence Against the Dark Arts," she explained to the four boys as they all gathered in the room.

She took a short glance at James and saw his eyes twinkling with pride for his future son.

Hermione had the Room take on the appearance of the Gryffindor Common Room, equipped with a pensieve in the left hand corner. She took a deep breath in through her nose, allowing a sense of home to sleep in her being. A fire was burning in the fireplace, yet no heat was coming from it and the room smelled of leather and chestnuts. She smiled.

"This looks just like our Common Room. You really are from the future, aren't you? That… That means that I did sell Lily and James out to You-Know-Who," Peter said, collapsing on the sofa, tears leaking down his cheeks. "I'm just a fucking coward. We've known that for a long time, but to think I'd betray and have my friends killed. That's a whole new low," he sobbed.

Hermione inhaled another deep breath and then exhaled, walking over to Peter and sitting on the couch beside him.

"Peter, you won't do it a second time. I won't let you," Remus saw a glint of determination in her eyes that clearly said she meant by any means necessary. "We're going to defeat him before you have the chance. I knew someone who was in your position. His family was being threatened by Voldemort and he did… unmentionable things to protect them. In fact, he is the one who sent me back here to fix things. He died sending me back and I won't let that be in vain."

Sirius joined the two on the couch, seating himself on the other side of Peter, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"You wouldn't do that, Petey. I'm not convinced that you would give any of us up to save your own skin. We're brothers and we risk our lives for one another," Sirius said, squeezing Peter in a hug. "Alright, Hermione, what do you need that pensieve for?"

Hermione made her way over to the large stone basin, gesturing to the boys to follow. She placed the tip of her wand to her temple and thought hard about the night at the Shrieking Shack in her Third Year. Pulling her wand away from her head the boys gasped as they saw a thin, milky white wisp clinging to it.

She shook her wand over the mouth of the basin and let the wisp fall into the translucent silvery substance.

"Now, you just need to stick your face in it and you can view my memory," she told them, taking a deep breath.

"There is no way in hell I am going to stick my head in that thing," Sirius said. "For all I know, you're going to try to drown me."

Hermione squinted her eyes and shook her head, disbelievingly.

"Wh- what? Sirius, you're a pureblood. Surely you know how to use a pensieve?" She asked.

"Well, Walburga and Orion kept theirs locked away and as far as I know Mum and Dad don't have one. Right, Prongs?"

"They used to have one, that's for sure. I broke it though. Mum and Dad got me my first broom when I was six, it only floated about 2-3 feet off the ground, and I flew smack into it. It shattered. I don't think they ever bought a new one either," James smiled proudly at his childhood accident.

Remus shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"She's telling the truth. I've read about them. Someone takes a memory from themselves, puts it in the liquid and they, or others, can view it by putting their face in the liquid. You can't drown in it."

"Precisely. Okay, this memory is of my Third Year. Harry, Ron, Sirius, Remus, Peter and I are all in the Shrieking Shack. I'll answer questions when you finish viewing it. Now, stick your head in the pensieve, Sirius."

All four boys looked at each other and shrugged, dipping their faces in the water.

As they were in the pensieve Hermione took in the comfort of the faux Gryffindor common room. She could picture her boys and herself all on the sofa, her reading some book and the boys talking animatedly about quidditch.

Her boys. She was going to save them. Make sure that Harry grew up with a loving family and then he would meet Ron on the train, buying all of the sweets from the trolley. Without her. She wasn't sure how to get back to her time, or even if she could, but it would all be worth it.

Hermione walked over to one of the bookcases, plucked a copy of Hogwarts: A History out and sat in one of the chairs surrounding the fireplace. Turning to one of her favorite chapters, she read until she heard an enraged snarl come from behind her.