AN: More notes at the bottom. Once again, dedicated to She Who Shall Go Nameless and DramaticStarlet

Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, Harry Potter does magic, Ron counts to 2

JK Rowling is rich, I do not own, I just ripped it apart, and now it's resewn!

Hermione POV

The sun shone brightly in my face, causing me to wake with a start. I rubbed my eyes and looked around the mysterious room. It wasn't my dormitory… and it wasn't the common room either! I sat up, throwing my books to the floor. Then I remembered where I was. The Room of Requirement!

"I must have fallen asleep last night while I was studying," I muttered to myself. My voice sounded strangely childish, younger and higher. I pushed the thought aside. I glanced to the mattress on which Harry had slept- but he wasn't there. Oh, no, the great Boy-Who-Lived couldn't even get a full night of sleep! He was pacing again.

Just one problem. It wasn't the Boy-Who-Lived. It wasn't even a boy! A small, petite girl, looking to be in about first year was pacing up and down the room wearing Harry's clothes!

"Oh, Hermione, you're up! Well, whatever prank you tried to play last night turned out like this! Change me back! NOW!" she roared. It sounded a lot like one of Harry's rants… except it was in a high, young, girly voice. The girl had messy black hair that reached almost her waist, a mark on her forehead that only looked like a blur, she was pacing so fast. And the eyes were green. Bright green. The glasses were crooked and too big for this small girl's frame and they were practically falling off her nose. I had to say, despite the whole gender thing, it looked an awful lot like Harry.

"Is… is that you Harry?" I asked hesitantly.

"No duh! You're the one who did this! You should know! You're the only one smart enough! Now change me back!" she demanded. Yep, definitely Harry. He (or was it she?) stopped pacing and glared at me. His mouth dropped open.

"What? What is it? What happened?" I frantically began to look myself over, finding not much difference. Hair, check, nails, check, clothes… check, definitely, buck teeth, check—wait, buck teeth?

"You're a first year! And… I'm a first year AND a girl!" He was in a panic now, pacing full time.

"I didn't do this, I swear!" I defended my innocence, searching my piles and piles for my wand.

"I believe you," he said wearily, running his hand through his hair. "I am not leaving this room like this. Ron will never let me hear the end of this!"

"Well, let me get my wand, and I'll go find Dumbledore, okay?" He nodded, sinking down onto the mattress. I guess his legs finally got tired. As I searched through my pile of books, he was muttering incoherent things, though every once in a while a phrase got out.

"If Malfoy saw…" I shuddered. The teasing Harry would get if the Slytherins found out about this was endless. I spotted my wand lying next to all my Hogwarts: A History books and grabbed it. The pile of books was smaller than before… in fact, it seemed to have several less books.

"Harry!" I accused. "Did you take my Hogwarts; A History 1996 Edition?"

"No," he said, breaking the flow of mutterings. "Why would I?"

"I don't know, but it's gone. All of my new ones are gone! I only have up to… 1975"

"That's weird. But, and well, I don't know how this is possible, but didn't you have more books last night?" he asked me, looking up from his hands.

"Yeah, I did," I stated in bewilderment, ignoring the comment about my books. I investigated more and found that not one of them was published before 1975

"Harry…" I asked, breathless, a realization hitting me. "If, hypothetically speaking, of course, we went back in time, would I be right to say that all the books that hadn't be published yet would disappear?" The look on his face was shock.

"Yes, and, hypothetically speaking, that would tell me we are in my parent's fifth year." He jumped up and started for the door.

"No! Harry, you can't just walk out there! I don't even know if it's right! Maybe it's Malfoy playing a cruel joke on us!" I grabbed his arm and held him back.

"Malfoy?" he snorted. "How would he know about here?"

"Does DA ring a bell? Besides, he could be right outside waiting for you to come out and taunt you and you were the one just talking about him doing this!" He stopped. "And if we really have time traveled, we need a story."

"Dumbledore can give us one! And he can change me back into a boy!"

"I don't know, I don't think we should go to Dumbledore," I bit my lip, thinking. "We aren't five, we can take care of ourselves."

"We look like we're 11!" Harry retorted cheekily, but seemed to take my words into consideration. "Okay, we're twins. Enough?"

"No, not at all. We are twins… Hermione and Hera Granger. I'm Muggleborn, that name won't be recognized. And, yes, you must have a girl name! And be lucky I didn't pick something like mine! I could you know! Don't look at me like that, just listen! Our parents… dead. Killed by a mysterious source. I'd say Voldemort, but he's not really out in the open yet. The first war hasn't even begun! Our parents were going to home-school us and wouldn't let us be put on the Hogwarts Registry List, but then they died so we came looking."

"I don't look like you. And what about my scar? Plus, wouldn't there be some kind of family that would take us in?"

"Simple, we'll change your hair and eye color. It's too recognizable, like your parents, so it'll have to be you. Brown is easy to do! And as for your scar, I have cover-up. Don't look at me like that, Harry James Potter, Lavender isn't the only one who wears makeup! As for the family, we'll steal from your life. Dead or don't want us, good enough for now, I think, right?" I gasped for air at the end of this.

I pulled out my wand and tapped his head sharply before he could pull away. His hair spread to a light brown and lied flat on his head- just a little frizzy, not bushy as mine was. I swished the stick in front of his eyes and watched them turned from a bright green to a murky, yet brilliant brown. I stuck my wand into my skirt pocket (which I noticed was a little large for me) and revealed a tube of concealer. I dabbed it on his forehead, hiding the mark he had since he was one.

"Hermione and I need clothes. Not school clothes, but not Muggle clothes either," Harry said to the room. A neat pile of skirts, shoes, tights, and blouses appeared at our feet. On top of one was a petite pair of glasses for Harry. I pulled his old ones off and stuck the new ones on his face.

"Oh, those look so good! You really should have gotten new ones a while ago." I grabbed my outfit and stalked off to the corner to change.

HPOV

"Hermione! How do you put these things on?" I called from my corner of the room. I had managed to get the dress on with no (okay, not much) difficulty, but the stockings were to much. I toppled over to the side, my legs tangled in fabric. Honestly, forget about destroying Horcruxes! If we wanted to kill Voldemort, all we needed to do was force him to wear stocking- he would suffocate or something!

Hermione walked over and pulled me up my the elbow. I winced, but dropped the lethal clothing.

"Forget them, you can be a tomboy. I don't think Ginny ever wore her stockings unless her mother forced her to," she told me and I gratefully tossed them in a trashbin. She stood, hands on her hips, inspecting my outfit.

"You look okay. Girly enough, I suppose. And you can't even see the scar!" I sighed with relief. For once I would not be known as the Boy-Who-Lived. Actually, I wouldn't even be known as a boy. I cringed at the thought, and returned to my feet, ready to face the worst. We started for the door, but I hesitated for a moment. In the tiniest voice I could muster, I whispered to Hermione.

"You first." She looked at me like I was insane, but shrugged and went on. She pried open the door and walked out into the sunny castle. Then she ducked back in, shock on her face.

"It's definitely time travel. And school hasn't even started! There's a banner that says, 'Welcome First Years of 1975!' Now, what do we do?"

1975, huh? I had a brilliant idea… and it involved a little doggy.

"I know that look Harry! What are you thinking about?"

"Oh, nothing. Think that a new prefect would be willing to help two little, lost, 11 year olds who have no family and no records in Hogwarts?" Hermione's smile began to grow and our eyes met excitedly.

"Remus!"

AN: Okay, sorry, I couldn't wait... well at least you got some of the story! Some of the plot! Some more coming next week! Sorry, I have it prewritten, but I'm trying to space it out nicely. I absolutely love Remus, he's one of my favorites, and same with Sirius. You can expect to have a lot of them. I also have a lot of a story planned for dear Moony... he has a very sad life, I can't help but dig into it! Alright, so that's that, sorry if they're OOC, sorry for all the pacing (though I find it funny how it pops in when I'm trying not to let it) and... please review! I do like feedback!