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Hermione Black had been dreading this day long before Arcturus received his letter in the mail. As soon as Narcissa Malfoy had informed her of Hermione Granger's presence in her school for young muggleborns, she knew that it was inevitable that she would cross paths with herself. Well, her younger self, the one who hadn't gone back in time and (hopefully) would never have to even worry about Voldemort, let alone have to fight against him.

She had avoided it several times over, missing more than one of young Draco's birthday parties, but now she knew that it was unavoidable. It wasn't as if she could miss her own son's first trip to platform nine and three quarters, off to his first year at Hogwarts.

It wasn't as though she was concerned that she would go mad when she saw her younger self. No, Hermione Black knew the whole situation, and so it would be no surprise running into her younger, third year self, who had become friends with Draco Malfoy, and not bitter enemies. But, she was a bit concerned that the young girl, who had no idea what was going on, might have more questions churning in her head.

"Are you ready to go?" her husband, Regulus, asked her, looking concerned. "I can just take him, if you want."

"Nonsense," she answered, looking over at her young son who was reviewing his trunk for the thousandth time to make sure that he hadn't missed anything. He looked a picture of the Black family, with his wavy, dark hair and mercurial gray eyes, but he took more after Hermione's face shape and temperament. And her slightly too large for her face teeth. "There is no way that I would miss out on this for him."

She wrangled her daughter, Cassiopeia, who had Hermione's same shade of hair, but which was enviably more manageable, and Arcturus together so that they could side-along to the train station together. Once they got there, they quickly found Sirius's boisterously loud family.

Stellan and Agatha would be joining their older brother, Alphard, at school that year, as would Harry Potter's younger sister, Millie. It would be a class full of Blacks and Potters and mischief makers, and Hermione privately wondered if Minerva McGonagall would be able to handle them all together.

Hermione greeted Marlene and Sirius brightly. Sirius pulled Regulus into a tight hug, ruffling his hair. Even though it had been nearly fifteen years since the two had reunited, Hermione was sure that Regulus would never appreciate being teased by his older brother.

"Where is Al?" she asked, seeing Stellan and Agatha, each as blond and beautiful as Marlene were, waiting with their trunks, affecting an air of indifference that they most certainly got from their father.

"Oh, he's over there with Harry and Draco and his little friend," Marlene pointed discreetly. "I think that Al's got a little crush on the Granger girl."

Hermione nearly choked at hearing the name Granger, but saw no maliciousness in her statement. If Marlene knew, she certainly wasn't letting on. Unwillingly, she let her eyes look over and felt her breath taken away when she found herself in the crowd.

Hermione Granger seemed more confident, more sure of herself, this time around, laughing around with the three boys. It was strange to imagine that she wasn't friends with Ron Weasley, but she was glad to see that she'd still found Harry, at least.

Sirius looked at her with suspicion in his eyes. "Well, he'd have to fight Draco for her, that's for sure," he said, making no secret that he was reading her face for every reaction. "The poor kid's smitten and he doesn't even realize it."

She pursed her lips in response. "They are barely even teenagers. It seems a bit much to imagine them squabbling over romances," she dismissed, before turning to pull her little family into a group hug, wanting to get the topic of conversation off of Hermione Granger.

"Now Arcturus, write to us as soon as you figure out which house you are in," Regulus told him, pulling his son into a manly half-hug. "We will love you no matter which house you end up in."

"But Grandpa Orion said that every Black has been in Slytherin for as long as he can remember," Arcturus argued.

Hermione snorted at that. "Did he forget his own son?" she questioned, lips quirked up in a smile. "Uncle Sirius was in Gryffindor and he is a first-rate wizard, too."

"Now, get on the train. You don't want it to leave without you," Regulus proded.

"Bye, Arc," Cassiopeia said sweetly, before smirking at her big brother. "Try not to miss me too much." She always had a flair for the dramatic, reminding Hermione of her namesake. Their girl was a Slytherin through and through.

"Why on Earth would I miss you and your whinging?" Arcturus snapped back. "It will be nice to have some peace and quiet for once."

The trio watched as Arcturus disappeared onto the Hogwarts Express, waving goodbye when it pulled out of the station. Then they all flooed over to Grimmauld Place where they would be having lunch with Orion, Sirius and Marlene, Cygnus and Narcissa. Cassiopeia ran ahead, eager to talk to her grandpa, but Regulus held her back.

"Are you okay?" he asked, quietly, knowing that it was something she'd been worrying about for a long time.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione nodded. She'd avoided being noticed, this time at least. The inevitable was put off for a while longer, at least. "Perhaps I should talk to Narcissa about teaching her just a few beauty charms..." she said, touching her hair absentmindedly. "I never knew my hair was quite that...wild."

Regulus laughed, pressing a kiss to her temple. "You certainly grew into your looks," he told her, before giving a shudder. "It's so odd to think that she is you. It makes my head spin."

Hermione nodded in agreement, knowing that it was really far too complicated to worry about at this point. "Come on, let's go say hello to your father," she answered, patting him on the shoulder. "I wouldn't want you to overtax that brain of yours!"