Disclaimer: If I owned HP, then some of the things in Deathly Hallows would have NEVER happened, like something to do with Remus (just so there's no spoilers for ppl who haven't read yet). By the way, when I first heard the title of the book months ago, I seriously thought that it had something to do with dangerous birds or animals. Was I WAY off or what?

Hermione's POV

The next morning was Saturday. Back at home, it was supposed to be Friday, so my brain automatically made me wake up with the sun. I got out of bed feeling better than I had last night. My roommates Alice, Alicia and Alison were still sleeping, since they had been up all night gossiping. I had said hello and everything, but I thought that Alicia was particularly annoying. Alice was exactly like her soon to be son, and Alison was nice, but a little preppy.

When I got down the stairs from the girls' dormitories, fresh and awake, I saw that it was about breakfast time. Only one other person was up in the common room. "Whatcha doing up so early?"

I straightened my baggy t-shirt and gave Sirius a small smile. "Looks like you're feeling better. I'm just going to head down to breakfast, and then maybe go to the library."

"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione," he repeated disappointedly, wagging a finger at me. "You have SO much to learn! Libraries are pure evil. Did you know that goblins lie inside books, and the once opened will come out and eat you and you'll ne-"

"Shush," I told him, putting a finger to his lips. "You're so...immature and full of wild, stupid ideas ideas."

Sirius took that as a compliment and huffed out his chest. That seemed familiar. "Of course I have wild ideas! I'm full of 'em! Where do you think all the prank ideas come from?" Then he gave me a look. "Do you even know where the library is?"

"Of c-" Then I stopped, remembering that I was new to this school. "No, not really." I blushed as he started laughing, and then take my hand.

"To the Great Hall! I doubt you even remember the way there." For the second time in two days, I was dragged around by Sirius, who also thought it'd be fun to walk all over the place and past the Fat Lady's portrait a couple times as well. "Almost there," he told me, smirking as we went around a corner walking back to where the Fat Lady was supposed to be.

"I'm sure we've been here already," I said with an annoyed tone. But inside, I was amused. A lot. I had no idea that the older Sirius was so much like when he was younger! It seemed that time and war effected him greatly.

"Nah, how could you know?" Sirius waved me off, and still hand in hand, dragged me off in the direction I knew that was the closest exit to the Quidditch pitch. My eyes widened. If he was gonna go make me fly...I couldn't protest at all at the moment because he thinks that I didn't know my way around.

"A-are you sur-"

Thankfully, I was saved by the arrival of Remus and James, who looked like they had been running around trying to find us. "There you are!" James exclaimed, stopping to pant heavily.

Remus wasn't out of breath, to my non surprise. "Has Sirius purposely been making you walk around all morning?"

Sirius feigned innocence, and I scoffed. "He is?" I asked sarcastically. "Really? I always thought that the walk to the Great Hall took thirty seven minutes and counting. I ALSO always thought that there were about eight Fat Ladies and six of those doors." I gestured to the twins doors that led to a classroom. "I would have NEVER thought that he'd do such a thing."

James started sniggering, and together, the four of us finally made way to the Great Hall. We settled into our seats and started stuffing our faces. Somehow, the food in this time was much more pleasant than ever. "Oi! Prof White!" James called out, whistling as the older Sirius walked past their table. "What are you planning for us for the day?"

"What do you mean?" I asked the older Sirius pointedly, and he held back a laugh.

"Well, every once in a while, I usually hang with the boys and give them suggestions on...stuff." ( I knew that he meant by that). "Say, is Peter still in the hospital wing?" He had a look of loathing on his face, hidden so well that only I knew it was there. It would be because I knew he hated Peter, because I he hated him too. Or IS it the reason...? Hmm, oh well.

"Yeah. Pomfrey's said that he had been hexed badly," Sirius answered, and I tried not to giggle. Professor White gave me a mischievious look.

"Miss Granger, will you come with me for a minute, please?" he asked with a manner of of arrogance and pride in his voice.

I tried not to smile. "Of course." I stood up, dusted my jeans and followed the older Sirius out of the Great Hall, until we were in a deserted corridor.

"Had fun?"

"You did that on purpose, yesterday!" I accused, crossing my arms and giving him a look. "You knew you'd do that and so you did what you knew you did do that you didn't know that you had done it again when you were doing it the first time."

Sirius gave me a long, puzzled look and tried to put together my words. "How many times did you say you?"

"Several," I replied, a small smile tugging at my lips. Sirius rolled his eyes.

"You DON'T need to be so confusing and so...SMARTICAL!"

I gave him an amused look, but frowned. "First of all, there's not such thing as smartical," I explained slowly as if talking to a baby. Sirius pouted, but I continued before he could whine. "Second of all, YOU'RE a PROFESSOR! You're supposed to know things, and be confusing."

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Really? You think that teachers are confusing? I find that hard to believe. And there IS such thing as smartical!" he insisted.

"You can't just go around making up words!"

"Yes, I can! I'm the PROFESSOR. Plus no one can stop me."

"Fine, maybe you CAN but it's not that SMART if you make up words that will never be official words of the English language!"

"Canada, America or England?"

"I dunno, all of them!"

"Well, I bet somewhere on the other side of the world," he said arrogantly, gesturing around to make an impression, "I bet there IS a word called smartical! And chocomel."

"Chocomel?"

"Yeah, chocolate and caramel. Duh."

"You can't jus-" My turn in the whole rant was interrupted by a snicker behind us, and I turned around to see James, Sirius and Remus almost laughing at us.

"I think they're laughing at us," he whispered, stating the obvious to me. I giggled.

"And technically, you're laughing at yourself," I whispered back as the three young Marauders marched up to us.

"Problem?" James asked.

"Yeah! Miss Granger here won't admit that there aren't such things as smartical and chocomel," Sirius told them, a bit childishly as well.

"First of all, Professor White," I said calmly, "IF smartical was a word, it wouldn't be a THING. But it ISN'T a word and neither is chocomel. However, if you want a term that represents smartical, there are words like intelligent, smart, discerning, perceptive, perspicacious, educa-"

"Oh come on, Hermione," the younger Sirius Black interrupted. "You sound like a bookworm to me. In fact, you sound like Moony! Um, that's Remmy!"

"Don't call me Remmy," he muttered, slapping his best friend on the head. Unnoticed by the younger Marauders, the older Sirius winced and rubbed the back of his head where Remus had hit him twenty years prior. "And there's nothing at all wrong with reading every now and then."

"Yes there is!" James exclaimed.

"Libraries are evil, and full of goblins that will eat you!" Professor White and Sirius Black protested. They both waved their hands in the air at the same time, and even stomped their foots. I blinked. That was a really weird scenerio. Thanfully, no one noticed.

"You're only saying that because you're smart but not very bright," Remus told Sirius earnestly. "You too, Prongs. James, I mean," he added for my sake.

"Come on, let's go to breakfast now," James told them and me, ignoring the werewolf. "I'm hungry. I'm starving. I'm dashing. I'm handsome!" He had forgotten where he was going with this.

"Uh...you know what; nevermind." I shook my head and followed the guys back into the Great Hall

A/N Now that the 7th book is out, to me, it feels like if I change anything in it or the other books, it'll ruin everything. And at the same time, I want to change EVERYTHING. So, if I feel up to continuing this story, I need every person who at least gives a small chance at the chapter to at least give a review. Please?