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Summary: Through the barrier and into…a different time? Hermione finds herself in the Marauder's time. In a story of hate, lies, and hurt, Hermione finds something else….love.

A/N: The "a story of hate, lies, and hurt" part will come in this chapter and I think a bunch of you will be cussing me up one side and down another. But there is 1 very important thing that you MUST remember: THIS IS A SIRIUS AND HERMIONE STORY! Just keep repeating that in your head no matter what you read, k pumpkins?

Chapter 10:

Hermione was never more glad for a day to be over than today. Not even when her and Ron got into a fight did she feel this drained. She was emotionally and physically worn out. She knew that she wouldn't be able to handle another day like today.

It all took a turn for the worst after her argument with Sirius in the hall before Potions. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't help but to think back to his angry words. He was so defensive, she thought, it was almost like he was jealous of her friendship with James.

She was almost ready to forgive him by the time the end of Potions rolled around. James and Remus had calmed her down during the class. Lily had added her input, too, and Hermione decided to talk to him. She just couldn't stay mad at him.

But when class was over and Hermione made her way up to the front to where he was standing, he turned his back on her and walked out of the classroom without even a glance her way. He left her standing there, staring after him, with everyone else shoving to move past her.

James had came up to her then, after everyone else had left, and nudged her easily, slinging his arm around her shoulders in a friendly gesture. Lily had even put aside her differences with James and walked around with them the rest of the day.

Hermione felt bad for the way things stood between her and Sirius. She wanted to be his friend. She didn't want to fight with him…not now.

James and Remus saw her sadness and spent the whole day trying to cheer her up, but Hermione was just so tired. She was tired of it all and it was only her second day in the past. She couldn't wait for the rest of the year.

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The cave was dark with only a few torches to light the path. The cloaked figures walked single file down the path, each of them silent.

They entered a large circular room which was laden with torches, casting shadows on the walls. A snake slithered around the room, making a few of the cloaked figures jump or shift uneasily.

For some of them, this was their first time here. They knew naught of what was going to happen, they only knew what others had told them.

Some of them looked around through frightened eyes, knowing they couldn't turn back now. Others looked around in glee, eager to serve.

The snake paused in its' slithering and raised its' head, a evil sounding hiss escaping it. Suddenly, there was a man in the center of the room.

He, too, was cloaked, though his hood remained down so his followers could see his face. He glanced around menacingly, weighing each of them.

He felt their fear of him, some, their awe. He glorified in the emotions flowing around the room and smirked evilly, his crimson eyes flashing.

"I see we have a few new ones," he hissed and everyone immediately bowed in front of him. "However, I sense that some are not as loyal as they pretend to be."

He walked around the bowed figures in the room while the snake slithered behind him. He delved into their minds and invaded their private thoughts.

"Ah, a true follower," he said as he stopped in front of one figure who looked up at him bravely. "Tell me, boy, what is your name?"

The figure rose from the ground and bowed his head slightly. "Severus Snape."

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The first week flew by and so did the second. Sirius and Hermione were still fighting though neither knew why the other was mad anymore. However, they had both decided that they would not be the ones to end the fight and waited for the other person to do it.

Sirius appeared to have gotten over whatever he had against James (though Hermione doubt he even told James why he was mad). They were laughing and pulling pranks as if nothing had ever happened.

James was trying to remain neutral in the war of Sirius vs. Hermione. He was trying to be the best friend to both of them though it took a lot of work. He tried to fix their problems but soon gave up when he, along with everyone else, realized it was hopeless.

James would spend half his time with Sirius and half his time with Hermione. Sirius seemed to occupy his time when James was with Hermione. James knew this had to end soon, but little did he know that it would get worse before it got better.

Dumbledore watched all of this through sad eyes, knowing that the two teens were only hurting themselves. He held in his hand a book with a dark blue cover and tiny silver stars painted on it which he kept glancing at. The answer lied within it.

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"A hawk?" Harry asked while laughing. "My dad told Hermione that she would be a hawk if she became an animagus?"

Remus chuckled. "Well, he first told her that she would be a bookworm."

Harry nodded eagerly. "Yep, that's definitely our Hermione."

Remus leaned back in the chair as he turned and looked into the fire. His eyes had grown sad as he remembered something and Harry stopped laughing and looked at him. "Something happened after that, didn't it? Something serious."

Remus nodded somberly. "Yes it did, Harry." He turned away from the fire to look at the teen. "You see, Hermione related James to you and therefore was automatically closer to him than to Sirius. I think Sirius was a wee bit irritated that she didn't automatically show him affection…and that she was taking his best friend away."

"But I thought Sirius always like Hermione," Harry said confused. "I mean, he acted friendly towards her and everything when he saw her."

Remus smiled sadly. "Well…yes, but haven't you ever heard the muggle saying that things always get worse before they get better?"

Harry, still confused, nodded. "But what does that have to do with anything?"

Remus sighed. "Everything, Harry, everything."

The werewolf waved his wand and two steaming cups of hot tea appeared and a plate of biscuits. He gave one cup to Harry and offered him the biscuits which Harry graciously accepted. Meanwhile, Remus took a long drag from the cup, savoring the taste.

"Delicious," he said and smiled. "I have found with age, that a nice cup of tea often helps us deal with our problems, though they don't solve them."

Harry nodded and bit into the biscuit. He washed it down with a sip of the tea and looked back up at the werewolf. "So, what exactly happened?"

"Well, Sirius and Hermione had it out before Potions on the very first day of classes. It would have been funny if they weren't so mad at each other. Actually, I think Sirius regretted what he said to her and wanted to take it back as soon as it left his mouth."

"Then why didn't he?" Harry asked, taking another sip of tea.

"Because they are both stubborn," Remus said simply. "Honestly, I thought the two deserved each other. But, back to the story, Hermione stormed into Potions and craftily arranged the seating so that she wouldn't have to sit near Sirius."

Harry chuckled. "She does the same thing when her and Ron get into it."

"Well, she had me and James badgering her clear through class, which wasn't a good thing since she kept threatening to hex us because she couldn't hear the Professor, and finally talked her into apologizing to Sirius…."

"But that's a good thing, isn't it?"

Remus shook his head sadly. "No Harry. Remember what I said before, Hermione and Sirius are both cut from the same cloth; they are both stubborn."

"But I thought that you said Hermione apologized…"

"No, I said Hermione was going to apologize, she never got the chance to though." Remus paused and took another sip of the tea. "You see, Sirius had noticed that she had rearranged the seating so that she wouldn't have to sit near him and he got a little bit shirty about it. He walked away at the end of class before she got a chance to talk to him."

"That's not good," Harry muttered.

"No, especially since they didn't talk for over two weeks."

"Two weeks?" Harry asked and then paused. "Oh no, something bad happened didn't it?"

The lycan nodded. "Yes, Harry. You see, while James was with Hermione, Sirius was off doing other things. No one really knew what he was doing, well, no one asked what he was doing."

"What happened?" Harry asked, full of dread.

The werewolf sat back in his seat, preparing himself for Harry's reaction.

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Hermione woke up from her sleep from a nightmare, crying tears of fear. She sat up straight in her bed and looked around wildly, recalling the dream.

Somebody was chasing her and then it switched to her going back to her own time and finding everyone dead. Harry had laid on the ground at her feet with blood pooling around him, his eyes lifeless as Voldemort laughed chillingly over his dead body.

Hermione looked over at the clock on the nightstand and found that it was midnight. She knew that she would never be able to get back to sleep now, not after that.

Quietly, so as not to wake the others, she rose from the bed and slipped on her robe. She tiptoed over to the door and opened it, wincing at the loud moan it emitted.

She made her way down the stairs to the common room. She expected to find it empty. She did not, however, expect what she saw.

"What are you two doing!" she demanded, backing away slowly.

Two heads spun around to look at her. "Hermione!" they both said.

Hermione didn't think she could stand their any longer. She didn't want to listen to their excuses, no matter how good they may be.

She quickly spun on her heels and dashed up to her dormitory to the safety of her bed. She jumped into the bed and closed the curtains tightly around her, sealing it shut with a powerful charm that had yet to be invented so no one could break it.

Only then did she let the tears flow freely down her face. She cried herself to sleep that night and chose to sleep in the next morning, avoiding the questions.

Meanwhile in the future, a emerald eyed teen jumped to his feet, his eyes blazing with fury as he looked at his former Professor. "He did what!"

A/N: AHHH! I know this is short, but it was shorter. When I typed it up, it was only 3 pages and I tried to make it longer but there is only so much one could add without giving something important away. Read the Author's Note at the top… it is very important that you keep that in mind.

Okay, so I have ACT's again this weekend…only this time I have to take the Writing part too. I also have a basketball game this week so I probably won't get to update before…oh, Sunday.

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