A/N: In this story, Lucius is the same age as the Marauders because he'll play an important part in this fic. Severus probably won't play as big a part just because.

Disclaimer: I wonder what would happen if I actually did own Harry Potter. Would a 14-year-old JK Rowling be writing this instead? That would be amazeballs.

Chapter 6

The rest of the summer passed uneventfully for Hermione. She sent her letter to Dumbledore telling him what subjects she would be taking and had gotten her book list in return. They had taken a trip to Diagon Alley where they had purchased their school robes and such. That was probably the most exciting thing that had happened all summer. Hermione had decided that although she was a conservative girl, the '70s school uniform just made her look like a nun. So she shortened her skirts and tightened her blouses a little as soon as she got home.

Over the course of the summer, Hermione had grown closer to her two adoptive parents. She discovered that Charlus was an Auror while Victoria had retired after a bad incident rendering her unable to work. Although Charlus and Victoria were probably the nicest adoptive parents she could ever ask for, she still couldn't bring herself to call them Mum and Dad. She didn't even have any parents in this time, created by the spell or not, but she still couldn't call them that. It just didn't feel right.

Before she knew it, it was August 31st. She was packing when James came in. He stood leaning in the doorway for a little while before speaking.

"Excited?"

She jumped. "Oh God, James! You frightened me!"

"Doesn't answer my question, Mione."

"Yes, I'm excited."

"It's great at Hogwarts you know, it's been like a second home to me."

"I can't wait to go. I've read Hogwarts: A History but I can't wait to actually be there."

In all honestly, Hermione just wanted a sense of familiarity in her life. She had spent the summer with her best friend's dad and his godfather, both of whom had died. It was a little unnerving. She had grown used to it over the summer though.

"Only you and Evans would ever read that book I swear!"

Hermione chuckled lightly. She and James had grown extremely close over the summer. They were rarely seen without one another, they were practically joined at the hip. They acted like immature children around each other. Well, James acted like that all the time and his immaturity was infectious. But James was also far too protective of her. A couple of guys checked her out in Diagon Alley when they were buying her uniform and James all but bit the guys. He growled at them and everything! Granted, the guys shouldn't have been checking her out when she was in the company of The Marauders but her jeans did look as though they were painted on.

James helped Hermione pack up the rest of her things before sitting down on the edge of her bed.

"How many classes are you taking again?"

"10."

"That's right. Remind me, why so many?"

"I don't know what I want to do yet and I want to have the qualifications for everything I'm looking at."

"Oh yeah. You know, you're going to have to be weirdly smart to get amazing grades in all of them."

"I'll cope. In my third year, I got a Time-Turner because of how many classes I was taking. I took everything that was available to me."

"Why the hell would you do that?"

"I wanted to. My professors said that I was capable of it so I figured why not?"

"Still seems weird to me."

"Oh don't get me wrong, it was. I fell asleep in my breakfast more than just a few times."

James laughed at this. "Well don't go tiring yourself out this year, okay?"

"I won't." She grabbed one of his old t-shirts from her drawer and went into the bathroom to change.

"Night James."

"Night Mione."

~oOo~

Hermione woke up late the next day. It was September 1st and it was ten o'clock. Hermione jumped into the shower and washed her hair, immediately regretting not washing it the night before. She was in and out of the shower in 15 minutes but she still had to fix it, do her makeup and get clothes on and get everything downstairs by half past ten. So she pulled on her underwear and bent over to towel dry her hair. Unfortunately for her, this was when Sirius decided to walk in.

"Well, well, well."

She jumped, wrapping the towel around her body.

"I do believe I've seen that underwear before."

"Get out of my room before I castrate you."

He didn't need telling twice. The Animagus was out of her room and down the stairs faster than you could say Quidditch.

~oOo~

Half an hour later, Hermione was lugging her huge trunk onto the train. She was wearing red super-skinny jeans with a black dye running through them. Her black spaghetti-strap vest top and black hoodie set off the look nicely along with the black combat boots. A few boys stared until they noticed the looks that James and Charlus were giving them and they backed off. She dragged her trunk through the train while James and Sirius were saying goodbye to Charlus and Victoria. The train lurched as the engines started and she dropped her trunk, some of her belongings scattering themselves up the train. She leaned down, grumbling to herself about carelessness and how she should've locked it when she noticed a person helping her. She pulled her eyes up and saw steely grey eyes and white blonde hair that could only belong to a select few. She found herself staring right into the eyes of Lucius Malfoy. His hair was shorter instead of the waist length hair he had sported when Hermione knew him before. His eyes were a hard dark grey and the famous Malfoy smirk was plastered all over his face. If Hermione didn't know what a git he would be, she'd be drooling. But she knew and she wasn't.

"Now, what's a pretty little thing like you doing on the train all by herself, eh?"

"I can handle myself..."

"The name's Malfoy. But you can call me Lucius."

"Charmed." Hermione knew that she had to be nice to the guy but right now he was acting like a git.

"You should be," he smirked again.

"Are you always this cocky?"

"In more ways than one, my dear."

"Ew. Thanks for helping me pick up my stuff, even if you are a pervert," she said laughing.

"Not a pervert, dear. Merely admiring the new girl."

"How do you know I'm new?"

"I would've remembered you."

And with that he got up and left, leaving a very confused Hermione alone.

She continued to wander down the train until she found a carriage with no one else in it. She reached up to shove her trunk into the overhead shelves but had no luck. Cursing her elf-sized height, she sat down waiting for Sirius or James or Remus to come.

When they finally decided to appear, it was 3 minutes until the train left and Hermione was nearly falling asleep with her feet up on her trunk and her head leaning against the window. Deciding to be cruel, Sirius grabbed her around her waist and James took hold of her ankles. She jolted back to reality with a start and realised that she was being carried out of the compartment. She began to struggle and eventually fell from their grasp. She barely had enough time to breathe before Sirius was tickling her mercilessly. She laughed loudly and suddenly people were coming out of their compartments to watch the poor girl writhe on floor, hardly able to breathe because of how hard she was laughing. They were both completely oblivious to their audience.

"Ticklish, love?"

"You...you don't say!" she managed to squeal.

"Beg for mercy," he whispered to her.

"NEVER!" she shouted breathlessly.

"Beg for mercy!" he shouted louder as he began tickling her harder.

Instead of doing as she was told, she used whatever strength was left in her body and pushed him down to straddle his hips. Taken aback by her actions, Sirius froze. She pinned his hands above his head and whispered much like he did to her.

"Beg for mercy."

"Mercy," he whimpered.

~oOo~

The rest of the train ride was really rather boring. After Hermione had gotten over the embarrassment of everyone watching the little display her and Sirius had unknowingly put on, she ended up sleeping on James. The Marauders had planned a few pranks before eventually falling asleep themselves. Before any of them knew it, they were hurriedly pulling on their robes and leaving the train, trying to catch the last carriage before it left. Hermione was walking towards the carriage when she noticed giant winged creatures. They look slightly like horses except a lot scarier.

"What are they?" she said looking at the front of the carriage.

"They're carriages, Mione," Sirius looked at her as if she'd grown another head.

"I know that!" she snapped. "I meant the things pulling them."

"There's nothing pulling them Mione, the carriages pull themselves."

Hermione remembered having a very similar conversation with Harry that time last year. Or that time 19 years into the future, whatever way you looked at it. Then she remembered flying on Thestrals, which could only be seen by people who had seen death. Her eyes welled with tears realising the man whose death she had witnessed was sitting right beside her.

"Hermione," Remus said in a low voice. "Who have you seen die?"

The rest of the group turned and looked at Hermione who was furiously blinking back her tears.

"Doesn't matter."

The Marauders sensed that she didn't want to talk about it, so they left her in peace resulting in a very quiet carriage ride.

~oOo~

As they pulled up at to the gates, Sirius realised that Hermione was still upset. So trying to lighten the mood, he slung her over his shoulder while she shrieked to be put down.

"Sirius!" she yelled as he ran into the Great Hall with her.

"Yes, love?" he said, feigning innocence.

"Put me down!" she screamed.

"I don't think I will."

Done with playing nice, Hermione opened her mouth and sunk her teeth into the back of his thigh. This time, it was his turn to shriek. He pulled her back over his shoulder and let her down. Deciding to be even crueller, she smiled, rested her hands on his chest and pulled him closer to her, her mouth resting by her ear. He smirked at the close contact while she smirked at how gullible he was.

"Acting like a dick, Sirius, won't make yours any bigger."

She brought her leg up and kneed him in the groin. He fell to his knees, groaning at the pain.

"Just saying," she ruffled his hair.

The whole Great Hall sat in silence, completely stunned by what just happened. Somehow, the first years had already been sorted, leaving only Hermione to be placed into her house. The curly haired girl wandered over to Professor Dumbledore and plastered a look of pure innocence on her face.

"Professor, I am so sorry for mine and Sirius' behaviour."

"It's quite alright Miss..."

"Potter, Professor."

James beamed when he heard this but the rest of the hall broke out in whispers.

"Did she say Potter? As in James Potter? Are they like married or something?"

"RELAX!" James screamed. "She's my baby sister! We are in no way in a relationship! God, that would just be creepy and wrong and disgusting and horrible and weird and just ew."

"Hear hear!" Hermione shouted back.

James tipped her a wink and everyone's attention turned to Dumbledore again.

"Yes, Miss Potter here has transferred here from Beauxbatons. She will be starting her sixth year. On with her sorting."

Professor McGonagall placed the worn and ragged old witches' hat on top of her head and she immediately heard that familiar voice.

Ah, time-traveller, are we?

Looks like it.

You must feel very out of place here, what with knowing everything that you do.

Extremely. Can you please sort me?

Patience dear, patience. You have brains, lots of them at that. You'd do well in Ravenclaw but that's not where you really belong, is it?

You said the exact same thing last time I wore you.

Well then I suppose I should go with my decision then because it must be the same as well, am I right?

Probably.

Well then, we'll put you in...

"GRYFFINDOR!"