A/N: IMPORTANT! This explains a bit more about the curse Bellatrix used on Hermione. The curse effectively sends the victim back to a place where they would feel out of their depth and scared. However, it also creates a past for them so they fit in well with their new world. Basically, Hermione is going to have memories and traits that she picked up in her "past" but at the same time will still be the Hermione that we know. The lies will roll off her tongue easily because in a way, they're true. If she was to meet someone from her supposed past then she would have memories with them and they would remember her as well. Hope this clears up any confusion before it starts. And as for Hermione not freaking out, I think that she is so logical and rational she wouldn't allow herself to react badly to the news. However, as time goes on, it will wear her down a bit. Anyway, on with the story.

Disclaimer: Yeah, so one day I was riding my pet unicorn through Narnia when a badger asked for my autograph. I asked him why and he said because I wrote the Harry Potter series. I gave him my autograph and a kiss on the cheek before riding away where my unicorn decided to fly over a rainbow. At the end, I met a leprechaun and he gave me a bucket of Galleons. When I was riding away, I fell out of a tree that I didn't know I was in and I hit my head on a Nargle. Turns out it was all a dream and I didn't write the Harry Potter series. I have some weird dreams though.

Chapter 2

So that was where she was.

With shaky hands, she broke the seal on the envelope. She took a deep breath, knowing that the letter was from Hogwarts.

Dear Miss Granger,

Your transfer from Beauxbatons to Hogwarts has been successfully completed. Term starts on September 1st 1975. As you are starting your sixth year, you will be studying for your NEWTs. You shall be sorted after the first years. Your grades from Beauxbatons are impeccable therefore you have managed to earn a place in any classes that you may wish to take.

Hogwarts uniform includes:

A black skirt/trousers

A white blouse/shirt

Black shoes

School robes

House tie

Please send an owl with a list of your chosen subjects and I shall send you the required booklist. I await your owl no later than August 21st.

P.S. I am so sorry to hear about your loss Miss Granger. Car accidents are always tragic. I'm sure the Potter's will treat you like one of their own.

Best wishes,

Albus Dumbledore

Her parents were dead. Well, they weren't her parents actually because she hadn't been born yet. But her parents in this time were. The Potter's had adopted her. If James ended up with Lily again, she would be Harry's auntie. That would be great. Anything was better than never seeing him again. His messy jet black hair that just refused to lie flat and those startling green eyes that seemed to glow like cat's eyes. She realised that she would probably never see that him like that again. Would probably never see him like how she used to. It would break her heart, knowing that.

You will see him like that again.

How?

Harry resembles his dad in every possible way apart from his eyes. He has his mother's eyes. So you'll see him again, just in two different people.

"Oh yeah..." Hermione whispered softly to herself. That part would be hard, seeing so much of Harry in his parents. The boy was her best friend. Her first love. The only thing that she could do now would be to give him the best possible life he could have and that meant keeping James and Lily safe. She missed Harry loads. They had had a relationship from November in third year until the night that Voldemort returned. They both decided that a relationship wouldn't work with Harry's part in the war. She was upset at letting him go but agreed all the same. Over time, she realised that they were better friends and that their relationship should remain as nothing more. Although she saw Harry as a brother now, you don't forget your first love.

She decided that she should probably head down for something to eat, but she frowned. Sirius had always slept late at Grimmauld and it wasn't something he picked up with age. She looked around for her wand and saw it lying on the bedside table.

"Tempus."

1:30.

Looks like I'll be having lunch then.

She went through one of the doors and ended up in the hallway. So she walked back in and went through the next. Inside was the biggest bathroom she had ever seen.

The white tiled walls almost glowed they were shining so brightly. A large sunken bathtub sat in the far corner and a huge shower took up one whole 14ft wall. Why anyone would need such a massive shower was beyond her but she wasn't complaining. A mirror sat against the wall and black and pink fluffy towels were stacked on either side. She turned on the shower and walked out of the bathroom to grab some clothes. She noticed that there only was one outfit for her so she was probably still to go shopping. She pulled the blue jeans and halter top off their hangers, grabbed some underwear and stepped under the scalding water.

Half an hour later, she emerged fully dressed. She sat at the vanity and quickly performed a few hair spells and makeup charms that she didn't even know she knew. It was like a routine.

Must be something you learn at Beauxbatons.

She watched her face in the mirror as her eyelashes were coated in mascara and her lips covered in a light lip gloss. Eyeliner made her chocolate brown eyes seem bigger and brighter and her hair fell in soft curls down to her waist instead of the lion's mane that she normally had to deal with.

Merlin, I love magic.

She stood up and looked out the window to notice that the Marauders had left. Her stomach rumbled so she decided to go eat something. She walked down the stairs with a grace that she never knew she had and the smell of bacon sandwiches filled her nostrils.

"Hermione, dear! You're up!"

"Yes, I'm sorry I'm so late, I don't normally sleep in this long. Sorry Mrs Potter."

"No need to apologise dear, you had a hard day yesterday what with coming here and all. And how many times have I told you, call me Victoria! Now, would you like some sandwiches? I've made plenty; you never have enough with those boys' appetites."

Hermione chuckled lightly, remembering how Ron used to eat and then replied.

"Yes, please, that would be lovely."

Victoria led into the dining room where the Marauders were sat. They all just stared at her while she felt tears burning at the back of her eyes. She saw Remus, who lost all of his best friends at once and had always suffered because of his lycanthropy. She saw Peter, the traitor. She vowed to change that. She saw James whom she had never met but she still felt guilty being here with him when Harry would do anything to be in her place. And then she saw Sirius. Those bright silver eyes that held so much life even though they had been through things that no 16-year-old should have to do. Even though he was so much younger here, he hadn't really changed that much. Her thoughts were broken by the sound of a squeaky male voice.

"Who's the bird?"

Remus elbowed Peter while James stood up and said,

"My sister, the newest addition to the Potter family."

He sauntered over to her and gave her a wink. He stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders, looking over her head.

"Well..." telling them to introduce themselves without actually asking them.

The rest of the Marauders jumped back into life at hearing his voice and immediately scrambled to their feet.

"Peter Pettigrew," the boy with watery eyes said. He held out his hand for Hermione to shake which she did.

"It's nice to meet you."

"Remus Lupin," a brown haired boy said as he grasped her hand.

"Pleasure."

"The pleasure's all mine."

"I am the wonderful, amazing charmer that is Sirius Orion Black the Third. But you, beautiful, can call me Sirius."

He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. James snickered behind her and removed his hands from her shoulders. Normally, Hermione would've blushed at being called beautiful but she was used to Sirius and his ways.

"My my, Sirius, aren't you arrogant."

"Of course I am beautiful, I have so much to be arrogant about."

"Believe me when I say that you have next to nothing to be arrogant about."

"Next to nothing?" he spluttered.

"Yes, why? What would you say you have to be arrogant about?"

He seemed to take a moment before recovering from shock and replying.

"Well, my talent in school and on a broom. My good looks, my hair..."

Hermione cut him off, "You mean the hair that has so much product in it, if I were to touch it, I wouldn't be able to tell if it was real or not?"

"I have no product in my hair!" he cried indignantly.

She loved arguing with him. It reminded her of home.

"Then I suppose a charm that repels everything that could affect your hair."

He fell silent, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly. Just to test her theory, Peter reached up behind his head and then pulled his hand away like he had been burned. The whole room burst out laughing apart from Sirius whose face was steadily going purple. Whether it was from embarrassment or anger, Hermione didn't care. It was probably a mix of both.

James wiped the tears from his eyes and clapped Hermione on the shoulder.

"You know, I'm beginning to like the idea of having a sister more and more."