(Thanks to all who read and those who reviewed. By the way, my nickname, Rae, is short for Raea, which is a name I was given a while back. Sorry for any confusion it caused!

-Rae)

Chapter 2

A soft trickling of water brought Hermione back to consciousness. She took in a deep breath, snuggling into the blankets and pillows around her.

Thank the gods. It had just been a dream. She yawned and groaned in protest as a beam of sunlight hit her right in the face. She covered her head with a particularly fluffy pillow and sighed in contentment.

She'd just reached the edge of sleep when a voice woke her, "Think she's awake?"

"I dunno. Maybe. Poke her."

"I'm not gonna poke her, you twit!"

"I'll do it, then."

Hermione sat straight up in the bed, "Ron, Harry, what are you playing at-" She cut herself off in mid sentence, eyes widening at what she saw. She was in the hospital wing at Hogwarts and standing over her was a fifteen year old Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

"G'morning," Sirius grinned at her.

Hermione's jaw dropped and she looked between the two of them, not quite sure what to say. She'd gone back in time? Perhaps she was dreaming back at the Burrow, still snuggled in her blankets.

"You fell out of the sky," Remus pushed his sandy blond locks out of those gorgeous blue eyes.

"Yeah. Just flopped on the ground out of nowhere, you did," Sirius added.

"What? I... I need to talk to Dumbledore," Hermione whimpered.

"How'd you get here?" Sirius inquired as Remus jogged off to find the headmaster. Sirius' eyes pierced Hermione like some sort of burning ice. She couldn't quite explain the feeling but it irked her to see someone she knew to be thirty five years old so... Young.

"I have no idea," Hermione murmured, breaking gaze with Sirius. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she felt a horrid anxiety she'd never quite experienced before. What if she was stuck here forever? What if she'd never see her family again? What if she'd never see her friends again?

Her heart began to fly even faster and a lump grew in her throat, threatening to transform into tears. All of this was becoming very real to her.

"What's the matter?" Sirius spoke softly, seeing tears forming in the corners of her eyes. He watched as Hermione broke down, sobbing loudly with her face in her hands.

"Please get Dumbledore," she cried out, shaking uncontrollably from tears.

Sirius nodded and stood just as Remus and a young Albus Dumbledore walked in the hospital wing.

"Who is this?" Dumbledore asked in his caring, fatherly tone. He took a seat next to Hermione's bed and placed a very warm hand between her shoulder blades.

Hermione shivered and sighed, trying to calm her crying, "I need to speak to you privately."

With a wave of a spindly fingered hand, Dumbledore dismissed Remus and Sirius. The shaggy haired little werewolf was the first to walk off but Sirius soon followed, wild black curls bouncing on his shoulders as he exited the hospital wing.

Hermione's honey eyes met Dumbledore's crystal blues and yet again, she broke down, "I was using a p-p-portkey," she started, stammering as she sobbed, "a-and the portk-k-ey was tiny.. Just an old b-b-boot."

Dumbledore squinted his eyes, nodding calmly as she told the story. He peered over those half-moon spectacles he'd often perch upon his nose, although at this point he only needed them for reading.

"So I had to grab a shoestring.. The b-boys all grabbed it f-first," she let out a particularly harsh sob before the tears began to dry, "Then I slipped and fell.. And I thought I'd be falling forever. But then I slammed into the ground and it was snowing and freezing." She rubbed her arms, remembering the stinging cold on the back of her.

Dumbledore nodded his understanding, "And where were you traveling?"

Hermione stared at him for a moment, swallowing hard. Either he would find her insane and ship her off to the loony bin or he'd believe that she really was from the future.

"Go on, so we can get you home," Dumbledore coaxed her with a warm smile.

"1995."

The room was completely silent save Madam Pomfrey's muffled voice taking inventory in the potions cupboard.

"The future."

Dumbledore's brow furrowed, "The future."

"Yes."

"I'm afraid for the moment we cannot get you back. The only time turner in our posession will not be completed for another two years," he stated in a manner most morbid.

"Two years?" Hermione screeched. She couldn't imagine being here two years. Although no one would miss her back home she couldn't hardly show up as an older version of herself.

"I'm afraid so."

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"She's hot!" Sirius defended himself to Remus. They'd just been discussing the brand new addition to Hogwarts.

"I hope she stays and gets into Gryffindor. I need a new girlfriend," Lily smiled warmly.

"No way, Lil's. You're not stealing away a potential snogging mate," Sirius protested with a bit of a playful snarl.

"Oh, shut it," Remus rolled his eyes, "Why do you always have to objectify every woman?"

Sirius laughed loudly, "It isn't objectifying if they like it."

"Well I guess we'll see if she sticks around," Lily ended the conversation there and the group of three started in on homework.

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