Hermione could have fainted. She wished on every star she was made of that Harry could have been there. Though when his father disentangled himself and stood up, Hermione almost thought Harry was there.

James shoved the body underneath him as he stood up with a wide grin. For a moment Hermione saw Harry on a hard stone floor, emerald eyes open and lifeless but James wasn't Harry. She looked at him a little closer and saw that there were differences no matter how closely they looked alike at first. James was taller than Harry and where Harry was lean and narrow James was broad and muscular. His hazel eyes were wide and open but not as obvious as Harry's piercing green ones. There was a confident smile on his face that she had never seen on Harry's mouth even once in his whole life. This was a teenage boy who hadn't seen much hardship and it hurt her heart for the son that he never got the chance to know.

The next one had to be Peter. Hermione had to fight the urge not to kill him on the spot. He was much shorter than James with blonde hair and a circular looking face. He wasn't as awful looking as Hermione would have thought him to be knowing his older self. He certainly wasn't as obvious as his friends but if Hermione didn't have any preconceived notions about him, she wouldn't have been overly concerned. In fact, there was a boy next door look about him. He sent a lopsided smile her way.

Sirius managed to get up next, still somehow tangled in James' legs. He pushed his black hair out of his face and shoved his best mate away from him. "Bloody prat," he said. James stumbled forward as Sirius stood up. If Hermione hadn't lived at Grimmauld Place she would not have recognized him. He was without a doubt the most handsome boy she had ever seen. Black hair hung in effortless waves down to his shoulders and while he wasn't as broad as James, Quidditch was obviously doing him good, biceps stretching the sleeves of his black t-shirt. His silver eyes were the same but now, they were not haunted with memories of a past that he could have prevented. He smiled at her easily and for a second she was back playing chess with him while his mother's painting screamed at her.

Remus was at the bottom of the pile and like Sirius, if she didn't know his older self so well she would not have been able to pick him out of a line up. He was much bigger than his adult self who apparently had shrunken in on himself with age and depression. His body looked hard and corded, like the wolf was young and healthy within him instead of the man that had obviously not taken care of himself - whether out of self-hatred or guilt she didn't know. It hit her then just how broken her Professor was in her time. This Remus was grinning at her like he knew why she was staring at him. His blonde hair was falling over his blue eyes. She didn't remember him ever having eyes like that. She wondered what made them so dark and so hard. The scars on his face were more pronounced but there were less of them. Honestly, she didn't ever think of him as handsome but she was reconsidering.

"Good Afternoon, sleeping beauty," James greeted cheerfully. They crowded around her bed like they had known her for her entire life. Hermione's heart was beating much too fast.

She was overwhelmed.

She would have chosen to fight twenty Death Eaters over this.

She would have kissed Malfoy before doing this.

"Er, hi," she managed to get out.

"Well boys, I don't know about you but I have some questions for little Miss tried to curse me." Hermione squinted her eyes as Sirius pulled something out of his back pocket. Moody would have killed him. Her eyes widened as he spun her wand between his long fingers.

"My wand!" She went for it but he pulled it out of her reach.

"And let you curse me again? I don't think so."

"I didn't know it was you I was cursing," Hermione bit out, trying again to reach for her wand. Sirius flipped it to her other hand.

"Well you looked like you had gone through hell," James told her.

"Was someone trying to curse you?"

"Where did you come from?"

"You can't apparate into Hogwarts, so obviously you came in another way."

"Who's Harry?"

Hermione had to lay down. This was all way too much, way too fast.

"Mates, I think we're overwhelming her." Professor – well Remus' voice made Hermione tear up a little bit. His voice was exactly the same. No matter what he looked like, his voice was like home. She smiled at him gratefully and he returned it with a somewhat surprised look.

"I'm Remus. What's your name?"

"Hermione," she told him. The other boys were practically vibrating. It was obvious that they didn't spend much time, if any, sitting still.

"It's nice to meet you Hermione. This is Peter, James, and Sirius. We are all sixth year students at Hogwarts." It looked like James went to interrupt but Remus silenced him with a look. "How are you feeling? It looked like you-"

"You looked like shi-" James smacked Sirius on the back of the head before he could finish.

Hermione's heart was breaking into a thousand pieces actually. What was happening in her own time?

"I've been better," she was still unsure of herself and her surroundings. She wanted her wand.

"That's understandable. Is there anything we can do?" Before Hermione could answer they were interrupted by someone very familiar.

"Never!" Came a stern voice and all five of the teenagers sat up a little straighter. "In all my years. Breaking out of school to come here. I should have you all expelled." Professor McGonagall came into Hermione's room with fire in her eyes. Hermione grinned just a little at her old Head of House. She missed her.

"We were just checking up on our new friend, Minnie," Sirius started but she shot him such a look that he even stood down.

"I would choose your next words very carefully, Mr. Black. Get your things together and get back to school this instant." All four boys had the good grace to look ashamed of themselves. It was then they realized that they may have crossed a line so they got up and did as she asked.

"Professor McGonagall?" Hermione said quietly. The teacher turned around, glare gone from her face momentarily.

"Yes, dear." Hermione's eyes widened as she realized her mistake. Remus raised his eyebrows at her.

"Sirius has my wand." McGonagall turned a furious gaze back on him and stuck her hand out. Sirius put Hermione's wand in her hand and flashed her his most charming smile. As she had probably been on the receiving end of thousands of those, it didn't help at all.

"Here you go dear. Professor Dumbledore will be by tomorrow to collect you." Without another word or a chance for Hermione to ask her what that meant, she was shoving the Marauders out the door and Hermione was left alone with her thoughts.