There was a loud banging noise, which immediately awoke the sleeping Granger let out a large yawn, and stretched her arms out. It was September the first, and she bewitched her alarm clock to begin banging in the morning and for the windows to immediately open. Hermione Granger was not a morning person no matter how smart she was. She wanted to get up really early so that she could have a head start of the day.

After a minute or so of bright light and loud banging noises, she got up. Still yawning, she turned to face her nightstand. Sitting on top, was a rusty time turner. "The memories," she murmured, tightly clutching the time turner. "You caused so much trouble," she sighed. Hermione yawned again, her eyes still puffy from sleep. The time turner felt a little different, but she didn't bother with it. It was probably nothing. After all, she had to be careful about false accusations. With all that she'd made in the past six years, another one would do no good.

Though she never told Harry and Ron this, she still used her time turner. She only took three extra classes, and still needed it. It wasn't a big deal, she had a homework schedule, causing everything to go smoothly. Besides, if Harry and Ron didn't suspect a thing, she must have been keeping it quiet very well.

"Wow," she murmured, as she picked the time turner up. It felt as if she had never used it. It was all so new to her, the features looked unrecognisable. Mainly because she hadn't used it in two months, but it still felt new for her. Almost difference. "How about, I go back twenty seconds?" She asked herself. It would make using at Hogwarts a little easier. It was a risk, but she knew that nothing would go wrong. Taking in a deep breath, she turned back the time turner. Something was odd, but she was too tired to tell. After a moment, she made it go back twenty seconds. Or so she thought.

2 HOURS LATER

"Wha-?" She murmured, sitting up straighter. She had not remembered coming here. Nor had she remembered even leaving her house. She looked around and saw two worn out robes and a new one laying next to her. A bunch of candy wrappers were scattered across the floor. In a distance, she heard a few roars of laughter coming from the other side.

"What is going on?" She hazily asked herself, rubbing her head. For some odd reason, her head ached and she didn't know compartment looked eerily familiar, but something was different about it. The air she breathed was not the same. The train itself was not the same. She couldn't put her finger on it. Something was rong. She shut her eyes, feeling as if she were having a hang over. "How did I get here?" She stupidly asked herself, almost expecting an answer.

It was September the first, and she knew that. But why was here so early? How had she even gotten here? Was this some sort of joke between Harry and Ron? If so, where were they and why was no one here? Whose robes did these belong to? Whose candy wrappers were here?

"Ron? RON? HARRY?" She said, hoping they would pop up out of nowhere. But the compartment remained empty, excluding Hermione. It was no use. Harry and Ron were not here. Where were they?

Hermione stood up, feeling extremely dizzy. There was a sound of a door opening, but she ignored it. Her head was spinning, causing her balance to be lost. She tripped over herself, falling down from the dizzyness. Figuring she would feel the hard floor she instead felt a pair of strong arms catching her. The person's arms were comforting, but not knowing of whom they belonged to crushed those feelings at once. "Woah there." A voice said. It was too far from her to be the person who caught her. "

Well, hello there." Another near voice said, the voice appearing to belong to a male's. Now this voice, Hermione was sure, belonged to the person who had caught her.

Hermione thought she'd regained balance and tried standing up again, but simply fell down again. The same person had caught her again, leaving her very flustered. She was embarrassed that she had to be caught not one, but two times by the same person.

"You okay, brown eyes?" Another boy teasingly said. Now this voice, Hermione knew for sure, belonged to the person who had caught her.

Hermione spun her head around. He was about an inch taller than her, and his hair was messy. It looked like he was trying to act like a rebel. Though she wouldn't actually date, or even like, him, he was kind of cute. To her, anyway. Not that she'd actually tell him that. Hermione was never one to compliment someone on their looks, no matter how ignorant it was.

Hermione tried standing up again, and succeeded. She sheepishly smiled, feeling like a little kid. The boy was still holding onto her with a cautious look. He stupidly grinned. "Don't fall again, I won't be able to catch you all the time."

The other two boys, whom she had just realized were there, laughed. She looked at the three boys with widened eyes. They all looked eerily familiar.

"Harry!" She exclaimed, pointing to one of the three boys. He looked exactly like Harry, all except for his eyes. They were not the same size, nor where they the same color. "What's going on? Who are these people? What happened?" She demanded.

The boy who appeared to be Harry, shook his head. "I-I'm not Harry," he said, raising a brow. "I don't even know a Harry. I'm James. James Potter." He pointed at the first boy. "That's Remus Lupin." The first boy awkwardly waved, a forced smile planted on his face.

"And," The last boy said, releasing his grip on Hermione. "My name," he offered her his hand, "is what you'll be screaming tonight." He said this with casualty, the grin still etched on his face. With a shock, she realized that he was Sirius Black. She realized that she had gone back in time. In front of her, was Harry's dad, her old Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher, and the man she had saved back in third year.

And with that so, she fainted.