Hello Everyone! I hope you enjoyed the last chapter! Now, Hogsmeade weekend and the beginning of Hermione's journey into the past.

Hermione entered the bookstore eagerly. Harry and Ron were with their dates and she was where she wanted to be. She browsed for a bit before picking out a few books and paying for them. Then she sat and read others. She went to the Three Broomsticks for lunch, then headed back to the bookstore. When it was time to go, she headed towards the path back to Hogwarts, only to find it blocked by two figures. She was the last one left in Hogsmeade as she had lost track of time in the store. She stopped, recognizing the figure on the left

"Hello." She called. "You're in my way, I need to get back to Hogwarts." The figures laughed.

"Are you scared Granger?" Hermione glared at them.

"Get out of my way Parkinson!" Hermione growled. Pansy Parkinson threw off her hood, and so did the girl next to her, Millicent Bulstrode.

"Don't order us around Granger! You're nothing but a lowly mudblood. Voldemort may have been defeated, the half-blood fool, but he almost took Potter down with him. You can't escape the dark forever, Granger." Hermione had been concentrating on the two of them and didn't notice the person behind her. She was stunned, then kicked brutally. The light was fading, but she felt a crack of several ribs breaking and another as her time turner broke. She disappeared, leaving three shocked people behind.

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Hermione felt a spinning and a squeezing, as if she was apparating and using her time turner at the same time. It went on like that for a long time. Then it stopped. She staggered forward, recognizing Hogwarts station quickly. She knew what had happened and felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. She quickly made the changes that Madame Pomfrey had told her about, then waved her wand. Words appeared in mid-air.

Hermione Jean Granger
Born: September 19, 1979
Status: Muggleborn
Current Date: September 1, 1977

She quickly changed her information so that it would fool anyone, including Merlin himself. Not many knew how to do this, but Hermione wasn't the smartest witch of her age for nothing. It now read:

Puella Tura Lupus
Born: September 19, 1959
Status: Halfblood
Current Date: September 1, 1977

She made the words disappear then sank down onto the bench. She heard the train pull up but didn't look around. She sat for minutes hearing talking and laughter. She felt a hand on her shoulder and quickly pounced, drawing her wand and placing it at the person's throat. She didn't recognize him, but one glance around told her who this was. James Potter, Peter Pettegrew and Remus Lupin stood not to far away, first shocked, then laughing halariously. She pretended not to know them and turned to her captive. He tried to joke.

"Hello, pretty lady. If you wanted a go, you could've asked." She snarled at him, then grinned savagely. She had to keep up the act of not knowing who he was and just coming from a Death Eater attack that killed her parents. His eyes widened.

"Don't you know not to joke around when you're captured, with a wand at your throat?" She asked. She raised an eyebrow as he nodded. "What's your name, boy?"

"Sirius Black." he told her, his voice not as strong. She snarled.

"Black!" she hissed, keeping up the act. His eyes widened as she pushed her wand harder into his throat. He whimpered.

"GUYS! A little help?" She raised an eyebrow at him. She ignored the others and grabbed his arm. She stood, pulling him up with her. She pulled up his sleeve to reveal a bare left arm, just as she knew she would find. She nodded, removed her wand from his throat, but kept it ready, and pulled his sleeve down.

"Er...Miss?" She turned to find Remus Lupin a few steps closer than the other two. She narrowed her eyes. She inspected him, then raised an eyebrow. "As you can see, Sirius isn't a Death Eater. He's not like his family, who you've obviously heard of." She nodded stiffly, then froze Sirius and moved forward until she was right next to him. She raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm Remus Lupin, this is Peter Pettegrew and James Potter." She visibly relaxed at the name Potter, continueing her act. She leaned forward until her mouth was by Remus' ear.

"Do your friends know what you are, Remus Lupin?" She whispered. He stumbled back, looking pale and wide-eyed. She smirked, then beckoned James forward. "Potter!" He jumped, moving forward slightly. "Can you vouch for the rest of these boys, especially Black?" He nodded shakily. She grinned, unfroze Sirius and then sank back onto the bench once more, her injuries catching up to her.

"Are you ok?" Sirius asked. She looked up, and smiled gently.

"Not really." He felt his sleeve, and pulled his hand away to show the others that it was soaked in blood. They stared at her wide-eyed. "As you can see, I'm not at my best at the moment. We were attacked."

"We?" James asked. I flinced and they jumped.

"We." I confirmed. "I need to speak with Professor Albus Dumbledore. Can you take me to him?" They nodded and lifted her up. She stumbled slightly, falling. Remus and Sirius grabbed her arms and supported her. They made it just in time to catch the last carriage. As they went along, they questioned her.

"What happened to you?" Sirius asked.

"Who's 'we'?" James asked.

"Who are you?" Remus asked, speaking for the first time since she'd revealed that she knew what he was.

"My name is Puella Lupus. My parents loved to study, they passed that onto me, so when I was born they named me in Latin."

"Girl Wolf." Remus whispered. She raised an eyebrow at him, impressed. She nodded.

"Yes, girl wolf. My parents are...were obsessed with wolves. It makes sense since our last name means wolf in Latin. Also, wolves are family creatures, as loyal as dogs, to one another at least. They're teachers. They taught Indians how to survive. It's why my parents loved them so." They were all staring at her. She shrugged. "Like I said, my parents were obsessed. I like them too. Anyway, it's who I am. We had pet wolves where I lived, we raised abandoned ones from pups and they grew. We had a whole pack. They fought for us, when the time came. Right before I turned twelve, I recieved my letter. My parents hadn't told me about the Wizarding World before that. My dad was a pureblood, my mum a muggle. I couldn't go to Hogwarts because if I did, our pack wouldn't see me enough and they wouldn't know it was me. They'd attack me when I came home for holidays, so dad homeschooled me. Early this morning, we were attacked."

"Death Eaters." James whispered. I nodded sadly.

"The wolves fought for us, but in the end, my parents and my little brother were killed. My little sister got away with a younger member of the pack into the woods, she knows those woods as well as anybody can, and I apparated away when I saw that she was safe. The wolf is my sister's and my protector, Ara. She takes care of us. If I'd gone after them, they would've died, because they would've tracked me to them. I'm still worried about them tracking me, that's why I came here." She made tears appear in her eyes. The boys shifted uncomfortably and she laughed lightly. "I should've expected that you boys couldn't stand to see a girl cry." She joked. They laughed lightly. She shifted and felt a searing pain in her chest. "Ow!" They jumped.

"We should really get you to Madame Pomfrey. She's been Hogwart's mediwitch for a long time, she's great!" Hermione shook her head.

"Dumbledore first, then Madame Pomfrey. I'm fine for now." They nodded, looking skeptical. She sighed, raised her wand and performed a few nonverbal spells. Instantly, she stopped bleeding, the blood disappeared from Sirius' and her robes, her cuts were healed and her ribs were bound. She raised an eyebrow.

"You're really advanced." Remus commented. Hermione shrugged.

"I didn't know about the Wizarding World until I was almost twelve, I didn't want to be behind if ever I left home and came here so I studied everything."

"You recognized my name." Sirius commented. Her gaze hardened.

"Do you know a Bellatrix Black?" He looked away, nodding.

"My cousin." She snarled.

"Your cousin tortured and killed my little brother." She said, voice low. He flinched. Her voice returned to normal as she continued. "Not that I blame you for that, of course."

"You're one scary bird, do you know that?" Peter whispered. She looked to him for the first time, hiding her hate. She raised an eyebrow at him and he sank back into his seat.

"Yes." She said, amused. "I know." Her eyes widened as she realized that she was getting too close, too soon. She sighed and looked out of the window. Not too long after, the carriage pulled to a halt. Hermione got out carefully. It was easier to move, but she didn't want to push it. She straightened her robes and swept forward gracefully. "See you boys later." She called over her shoulder. They stared after her, then hurried to catch up. As she reached the main doors, a boy stepped out in front of her. She raised an eyebrow at him, noting mentally that she was doing that way too often. "Yes?"

"Severus Snape. You're new right?" She nodded.

"Puella Lupus. Yes, I'm hoping to transfer here this year." He nodded.

"You might want to watch out for those four, they're bullies." He told her, pointing towards the Marauders. She looked over her shoulder at them.

"Oh really? Interesting." He nodded, moving out of her way. His black eyes hardened as the Marauders approached. She wordlessly put a sheild around him, then turned towards the four boys. They approached cockily and turned towards Snape.

"What are you doing Snivellus? Trying to grease up the new girl?" Sirius taunted. He shot a spell at Snape, looking surprised as it bounced off. All five turned to the only other one there, Hermione. Hermione raised an eyebrow at the boys. They sulkily marched into the hall. Snape turned to Hermione once they were out of sight.

"What'd you do that for? I can take care of myself." He demanded.

"I know, Severus. Frankly, I don't like bullies, and if I'm around I'll stop them no matter who it is being picked on." He stood, speachless. "You might want to go into the Great Hall before the first years get here." He glared but left. She waited until the first years came and went, waiting until all of them were sorted before entering.

"Welcome to a new school year..." Her entrance cut Dumbledore off and everyone turned to stare at her as she walked up to the teacher's table. She bowed her head to him once she was in front of him. He stepped around the table and bowed his head back.

"My name is Puella Lupus. Are you Professor Albus Dumbledore?" The whole hall was quiet as they listened.

"I am." he said, staring at her.

"Might we talk in private, Professor." He nodded, gestured to McGonagall, and led her away. The hall burst into noise as the two left, only to be silenced moments later by Professor McGonagall. They were silent until they reached his office and sat.

"Lemon drop?" She shook her head. "Continue, Miss. Lupus." She told him her story, then sat back to wait. "That is very interesting Miss. Granger, very interesting. What have you told the people you've met so far?" She told him about her conversation with the Marauders, explaining everything. Then, she had a thought.

"Professor Dumbledore, might I make a suggestion?" He nodded. "As I said, I told them that I had a little sister that escaped. Might I adopt a small magical girl, of maybe nine or ten, and implant memories of her being my sister?" He thought about it for awhile.

"Interesting question, Miss. Granger. I don't believe that would be possible. To take away every memory someone has and replace them is a tragic thing." Hermione argued back.

"Professor, the little girl that I'd adopt would have no family, she would be an orphan. I believe that if she'd spent her life there, she wouldn't want to remember it. It's the same as Mr. Riddle. It is a muggle theory, but the same can be said for the magical world, that no one is born evil, evil is made. If Tom Riddle would've had a proper home, a proper family, then I doubt he'd have turned out this way." Dumbledore was silent.

"You wouldn't be able to adopt her but you said that Professor McGonagall adopts you? I'll talk this all over with her and see how she takes it. I'll give her your cover story, of course." Hermione smiled and nodded.

"Before we do that sir, I have a question." He motioned for her to go on. "Professor, do you think the future can be changed?" He looked at her curiously. "Well, in third year, when Harry and I saved Sirius, we caused things to happen that wouldn't have happened if we hadn't gone back but that we had experienced already. Does that mean that if you go back in time, you can't change the future?" He thought it over.

"That's a very interesting question also. I believe that it is our choices that effect what will happen, more than what has already happened. For instance, if you'd let Mr. Potter be seen, certain events would've changed. Here, let me show you." He pulled three pens from the drawer and laid them an inch apart. He pointed to the first. "This is the time line you have experienced." He pointed to the middle pen. "This is the time line that Professors Lupin and Snape experienced." He pointed to the third. "If you make a different choice than you did in the second pen, you will switch automatically into the third pen. Do you understand?" She nodded. He smiled gently. "Now, I believe we need to get back to dinner and sort you." She nodded and followed him out.

Sorting's next! What do you think? Belinda