A/n- Didn't update for awhile, but summer makes me a bit lazier. Hope you guys enjoy. And please Review and tell me what you think. It would be much appreciated

p.s I bought the OOTP tickets already. I'm going on 7.10. The 11:59 p.m opening

Disclaimer- JK Rowlings genius, not mine, but i wish so everynight.

III

As Hermione was being led to the oh so familiar steps towards the Gryffindor Tower, she couldn't help but goggle at the girl in front of her. This is one of her best friends mother! She still couldn't believe how similar their eyes were. She always thought people over exaggerated it when they said how Harry's eyes were so much like his mothers. But now, Hermione actually saw that it was completely true.

"Here we are Hermione. There's a password you have to give to the Fat Lady for her to let you in. The password is 'unity'. Just tell her the password whenever you want to enter, and she'll let you in. The password changes about every month or so, so you won't have to memorize a new one every week."

After Lily finished, Hermione glanced around the common room, and it looked exactly the same. There was the fireplace that she, Harry and Ron spent many nights in front of, the chairs that they would lounge around in and the same stairways leading to the rooms. It was all the same. Well, there was one thing different, the students.

Hermione, ever since she found out that she was in the past, was subconsciously searching for the Marauders. She had to see them. She needed to see them, to tell Harry how they were like. And once those thoughts crossed her head, the portrait opened and in walked the quartet.

Hermione immediately thought Harry as she saw James for the first time. The resemblance was so uncanny, it gave her the goosebumps. But, of course, he didn't have the eyes. Where Harry's is green, James' was hazel. She turned her next attention to the boy next to James. He looked exactly like Sirius, only younger. Hermione couldn't help noticing how handsome he looked. The next boy was Lupin. Even at seventeen, he looked aged and worn. There were dark circles under his eyes. A full moon probably passed by recently. The last of the four, to Hermione's disgust was Pettigrew. She had the sudden urge to step on him, even if he wasn't in his animagus form. But he was somewhat larger than him, so she tried squashing the urge.

"Hey Lily, who's the girl next to you?"

"Sirius, a little less blunt please?"

"Hey, sorry but I was just asking. Let me rephrase, Miss Evans, who is that lovely young lady standing next to you?"

"Very funny Sirius, her name is Hermione Puckle, and she's a new student here. Her circumstances allowed her to attend Hogwarts."

"Hermione Puckle ehh? Well, Miss Hermione Puckle, my name is Sirius Black, it's a pleasure to meet you," he said while blatantly checking her out.

"Likewise," Hermione replied, unused to the situation. The overwhelming feelings crashing down on her made it hard for her to concentrate. Such familiar people, but so foreign to her. This was too unexpected for her. She wasn't ready for this. She didn't want the first people who would meet her to be them; she knew their fates. She knew that James and lily will die because the rat standing with them betrayed them. She knew that Sirius will die by the hands of his cousin, and she knew that Lupin will be the last decent surviving Marauder. She needed to be alone and to prepare herself.

"I need to go to the library."

"But Hermione, you just got here. Don't you think I should show you around first? Maybe get you used to the castle?"

"Umm, no I think I can find my way there. I uhh have a keen sense of direction."

"Why do you need to study for anyways, it's your first day here," James said.

"I just want to err, get ahead." And Hermione ran out of the portrait.

"What a weird girl," Lupin said.

"Yeah, but she's pretty hot," Sirius replied back.

Hermione flew down the corridors, lost in her thoughts. She was oblivious to everything around her. That was why she didn't see a boywith a large nose and greasy hair walking along with his head buried in a book. She ran into this boy and landed right on top of him, nose to nose.

Hermione stared at the boy's fathomless eyes. How could someone's eyes be so dark and so deep. It's like I'm drowning in them. Hermione thought.

"Would you please extract your body from mine?" She didn't reply. "Are you daft girl? GET OFF OF ME!" Still no reply. "BloodyHell," the boy said and pushed her off. She landed with a thump, and sense came back to her.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking. Are you hurt?"

"You're making it an annoying habit you know. I really dislike having girls with a mane for hair falling on top of me," the boy said. He stared at her for a bit, contemplating the words he'll say next. "I'm on to you. The old fool told me to forget whatever happened but I don't forget easily. I'll figure your situation out. No one materializes in thin air in Hogwarts. I'll figure it out, mark my words." Then this boy, whom everyone probably knows is Severus now, picked up his book and left with a swirl of his robes.

"I only wanted to know if you were hurt or not," Hermione said to his retreating back. Feeling a dull ache on her backside, Hermione stood up and continued walking in whatever direction she originally was, pondering her encounter with Professor Snape. He was snarky and a bloody git still. Time hasn't changed that. And he still did his annoying robe thing. That hasn't changed. She just never noticed how deep his eyes were. Has it always been like that? Maybe she just wasn't close enough to have noticed. It wasn't like she wanted to be near enough then to be able to see it. But why was she starting to blush just thinking about it?

She entered another corridor and heard yelling. She walked closer and saw someone bullying what looked to be a first year. The person bullying the said first year looked familiar, too familiar for her likings. The person was a female, and looks as if she was in her sixth or seventh year, she was in Slytherin robes and had a hideous pug face, much like that of the Miss Pansy Parkinson. Hermione's reason why she was in this time period to begin with. Hermione smiled evilly. She had an idea. She was going to get her revenge.

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