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Chapter Three

Crash "Shit!"

"Shh! If Madame Pomfrey hears us she'll use our intestines for a healing potion."

"It wasn't my fault. The stupid table jumped out in front of me."

"If you don't be quiet James, I'll hex you."

"Fine." Crash

"Oh for God's sake, Sirius!"

"I'm sorry. I was looking out the window and I tripped."

"Imbeciles."

Voices seemed to be coming to Hermione through a bad telephone. They sounded very far away and sort of muffled. Her brain couldn't attach them with a meaning. Blearily she opened her eyes, earning a bright stab of light and an insane headache.

"Look she's waking up!" Another voice rang through her ears. She groaned and looked around for the person bringing her the discomfort. A handsome boy arose in her line of sight.

"Get Madame Pomfrey Moony. She made us swear to tell her if we saw her wake up." A second voice said outside her vision. Shuffling feet could be heard going in the opposite direction. Then there was a knocking and Hermione screwed up her eyes against the noise. The handsome boy grinned.

"You're awake!" He said happily. She groaned and nodded. More noises were heard and the handsome boy was pushed out of her line of sight and a younger Madame Pomfrey appeared.

"Drink this dear. It'll make the headache go away." The woman forced a potion down Hermione's throat. Slowly the splitting headache disappeared and she could sit up.

"Where am I?" Hermione asked, blinking. It looked like the Hospital Wing but Madame Pomfrey was much younger. And who were these boys? Where were Ron and Harry and Ginny?

"You're in the Infirmary. These three found you and brought you here. You were bleeding horribly. I fixed you up but there may still be scars on your chest and hands. I want you to come back tomorrow if you're feeling bad still. Mr. Lupin, please take her to Professor Dumbledore after she gets dressed. The screen's over there." Madame Pomfrey bustled off.

"She talks really fast." Hermione mumbled getting out of the bed and searching for her clothes. Then she went behind the screen. The boys' voices came from around the screen.

"She's really cute."

"Yeah, with that blond hair."

"Did you see the color of her eyes?"

"Of course I saw them Sirius."

"Bright purple. Wow."

"They were violet, James"

"Only you would be able to tell the difference between purple and violet, Rem."

"They both look the same to me."

"Would you both just shut up?"

"You're no fun Moony."

"Um… I'm done." Hermione said, sidling around the screen. She felt really weird in this outfit. It was something that Mrs. Weasley had made for her to wear for a picture last Christmas and all of her other clothes had been in the wash. She was wearing a dark maroon blouse that had bell sleeves and a short black skirt that barley brushed her knees.

"Do you have shoes?" One of them asked. He had sandy brown hair and looked like a younger version of Professor Lupin.

"No. I wasn't wearing them." She mumbled.

"Uh… why weren't you wearing them?" Another boy asked. He looked like a younger, less ragged Sirius.

"I don't wear shoes if I don't have to," Hermione shrugged, "Who are you guys anyway?"

"I'm Remus Lupin and my more stupid companions are Sirius Black and James Potter." The first boy smiled at her while his friends glared at him. Hermione gasped and sat down on the bed.

"Are you okay?" Sirius looked startled.

"Fine… fine. Just dizzy." She took a deep breath and stood back up.

"So… you are?" Remus asked. Hermione thought for a moment, quickly figuring that using her real name would be a bad idea.

"I'm Hermione," She smiled back at him and then looked down at her feet, "I guess I'll go barefoot." She started to walk out, pretending nothing was wrong but when she reached the hallway she stopped and waited for her 'companions'. She remembered she didn't know the way around.

"Where are you from?" Sirius asked. Hermione took a deep breath.

"Um… hey, what's that?" She pointed at the gargoyle she knew guarded Professor Dumbledore's office.

"That's Professor Dumbledore's office. Sherbet Lemon." Remus said softly. The gargoyle jumped out of the way. Hermione pretended to be surprised.

"Do you want us to come up with you?" James asked.

"No… I can handle this on my own. Just wait here, okay? She smiled as she stepped firmly onto the staircase.

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2004

"Mrs. Weasley! Mrs. Weasley!" Harry screamed. He had gone to see what had happened to Hermione and had been greeted with the sight of blood, sand and glass on the stairs.

"What is it Harry, dear?" The woman rushed out, wiping her hands on her ever-present apron. She gasped at the sight on the stairs.

"Hermione broke her time turner! It must have taken her back in time somewhere." Harry explained as Mrs. Weasley clutched her chest.

"Right… right. We'll floo Dumbledore. He'll know what to do." She walked off into the kitchen, shaking her head slowly. Harry followed, pushing his glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose.

"In you go, Harry dear. You too Ron. Come on Ginny. We'll be back as soon as possible, Tonks, I promise." Mrs. Weasley herded the three children left at Headquarters into the fire.

Hope y'all liked it. I tried to stick present time in there. That'll stop after they all talk to Dumbledore. Review please? I still think it's too intense.

For those of you who've already read this chapter, it is different even if it is only slightly. This is where the revisions start. They go until about chapter five. If anyone sees anything wrong with the basic plot of my story, please please please tell me. I can't find them all.

Cheers,

Sarcastic Romantic