Author's Note: 0000ATTENTION!0000 Hello, People! Somebody told me that James is the Head Boy, and I completely forgot! Just... pretend that it's that Slytherin guy. You people will be like, "But that's not in the story!" Well, Hermione was never sent back in time, was she? So yeah. Bear with me. That person also said that Hermione should know Peter's evil. Peter isn't evil yet. Hermione wanted to "rip his head off", as I clearly stated in the first chapter. I should really be more clear on that; Hermione feels that he isn't evil yet, and he she doesn't feel the need to hate him. The Marauders are obviously in the seventh year, considering that I said Hermione was a seventh year, and she had classes with them. I just wanted to clear that up. On with the story!

Previous Chapter

"Hermione- I'm sorry- please-" Sirius started. Hermione glared at him. Stephan did so as well.

"Get away from me, Black," Hermione hissed in a low voice.

"Hermione-"

"DON'T- CALL- ME- HERMIONE!" she screeched. "GET AWAY FROM ME! DON'T YOU SEE THAT I'M TRYING TO IGNORE YOU IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE? I- HATE- YOU!" she shrieked. "GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Sirius was taken aback. He blinked, shocked. Stephan looked deadly, as well, but there was a triumph-like gleam in his eyes.

Sirius cleared his throat. He looked at Hermione one last time, and sulked out of the Hospital wing. Hermione watched him leave, stony faced.

Hermione had no idea how, but the fact that Hermione had slapped, rejected, and told off Sirius Black got around the school. Where ever Hermione went, there would be people pointing and whispering. There would either be girls rolling their eyes at her, muttering, "Sirius Black! Who would reject Sirius Black?" or guys trying to get a closer look at her to make sure Hermione was human. What bothered her the most was that there was always this one other Ravenclaw girl who would look at Hermione with pity, and Stephan with fear. Hermione asked Lily, and she just said, "She's jealous. That's his ex-girlfriend." So Hermione didn't think much of it.

Hermione was going through her clothes, to make sure there was nothing in her pockets before the house elves took them out to be washed. Hermione rummaged in the pockets of her jean jacket, and was about to dismiss it, before her hands touched a piece of paper. Hermione took it out.

It was a picture of Ron, Harry, and Hermione laughing in the Gryffindor common room. The sight of Harry and Ron smiling up at Hermione really got to her. That was when it all hit her: The pain that she had bottled up in the past few days. Only when she saw the way Harry's eyes brightened up when he smiled, or how Ron would throw his head back to laugh, did it really impact Hermione. Hermione flipped it over, and scrawled in Harry's hand writing, it read: Ron, Hermione, and I in the common room, fourth year. She felt sick on the inside, like the only thing she wanted to do was go back to her time and hug the socks off of Harry and Ron. Hermione felt tears pouring down her face as she sat down her bed, hand over her mouth. Hermione closed her eyes, and held her face in her hands.

After about fifteen minutes, Hermione sniffled, and picked herself up. She picked up the picture that had fallen to the ground, took one last look at her best friends, and tucked the picture into her book.

She went down to the common room, Destiny and Its Powers in hand, and she curled up in a squishy armchair by the fire. She was already on page 564, and it was a very good part: It had a small part on how time could effect destiny. Her nose was in the books until she felt a slight tap on her shoulder.
It was Sirius, looking down at her with a pained expression. Hermione looked at him, with a poker face. She closed her book, turned to him, and crossed her arms.

"Yes?" she said in what was meant to be a harsh tone, but came out much softer. Sirius dug his hands in his pockets, and shuffled his feet.

"Hermione, I'm sorry," he mumbled. "Sorry for... pushing you. Into the bookshelf."

Hermione huffed slightly. "I know it was an, er, instinct, because even someone dimmer than you wouldn't do that." Hermione knew that Sirius was actually very clever, for he got excellent grades and learned how to be an animagus, but Sirius didn't need to know that Hermione knew that.

"I guess... I was a bit harsh with you. Yes, I forgive you. But I am confused on why you were stalking Steph and I," Hermione said in an amused tone. Sirius rolled his eyes.

"That's not stalking! Since you're my friend, that makes it protecting," he said. Hermione chuckled softly.

"You... are my friend, right, 'Mione?" he asked, unsure. Hermione smiled.

"Yes, I guess. But I don't think you can use "'Mione", yet."

"C'mon! You have a nickname for everyone else!" he protested.

"Fine. How's 'Siri'?"

"Hey!" he exclaimed. Hermione laughed.

"See? If you start calling me that, then I will personally make sure that every time I see you with another girl, I will call you Siri."

"I won't be talking to other girls," he muttered, but Hermione ignored him, for her picture of Ron, Harry, and her, which she used as a bookmark, floated to the floor.

"That's mine- sorry-" Hermione said quickly, leaning over to get it as her book fell out of her lap.

Sirius snatched it up from the floor, and gave her a devilish grin. Hermione looked away, for at the next moment, Sirius let out a snort.

"Who's this?" he murmured, amused. He flipped the note over, and read it.

"So this is who Harry and Ron," he said quietly.

Hermione thought desperately. Please, don't let him notice the common room, don't let him notice how much Harry looks like James, please-

Sirius flipped it back over, and this time, Hermione jumped out of her chair and tried to snatch her picture away from Sirius. But Sirius, being rather tall, was able to keep it out of Hermione's reach.

"Give it back, Sirius!" she yelled. Sirius chuckled. He pushed her gently, which made her fall onto the couch. Sirius grinned down at her, and took a closer look at the picture.

"Hey... wait a minute... that's-" Sirius gulped. He turned to look at Hermione, who looked down at her hands, defeated.

"That's Prongs," Sirius said softly. Hermione shook her head. Sirius looked back.

"Hold on- Hey! That's our common room-!"

"Er, Hermione?" Lily stepped into the common room.

"Yes?" she squeaked.

"Professor Dumbledore wants to see you."

"Thanks, Lils." Hermione quickly leaned over to pluck the picture out of Sirius' fingers, and sprinted out of the common room.

"I'll get the truth outta you one day, Alden!" Sirius exclaimed before Hermione shut the portrait.

"You wanted to see me, Professor?"

"Yes, Miss Granger. We have some things to discuss. Sit down," Professor Dumbledore indicate towards the chair across from his desk. Hermione sat down, slowly.

"You see, I just wrote a letter to Professor McGonagall. I'm rather sure that she will be the future headmaster. I placed a spell upon it so that on September 23, 1998, it will suddenly appear on her desk," he said, almost amused.

"I have explained the situation, and Professor McGonagall has read up on time turners, therefore she should know about white gold time turners. I have sent a request to an Unspeakable to make one, but he said it may take a few years," Dumbledore sadly informed her. Hermione gave a stiff little nod, afraid that if she spoke, she would start to cry.

"But there is some good news." Hermione perked up a bit. "I assume that you also read up on silver time turners?"

"No, sir," Hermione said. Dumbledore smiled.

"I don't want you to get too excited. And while I am explaining this to you, I want you to not speak until I am done. Understand?" he said kindly. Hermione nodded, heart pounding.

"Silver time turners are similar to white gold ones. They allow you to go forward in time, but for limited amounts of time. Here is where it changes. There is a determined time for how long you remain in the future. That time," Dumbledore paused, watching Hermione, "Is one hour."

Hermione's heart fluttered. She could see Harry again, and Ron, and Ginny, and her parents-

"But," Dumbledore interrupted her fantasies. Hermione's heart sunk a bit.

"You can only use a silver time turner three times."

"Why, Professor?" Hermione asked, amazed.

"The Unspeakables don't know. One unfortunate young chap attempted the third time, and he failed."

"What will happen to you if you use it more than three times, sir?" Hermione asked, hoping that it would force her to stay in the future.

"You die," he said quietly. Hermione blinked. She wanted to ask why, but she assumed that if Dumbledore knew, he would tell her.

"Oh," she whispered. "So... there's no going back?" she asked quietly.

"I'm sorry, Miss Granger," Professor said sadly. Hermione looked down at her hands, which were trembling, as well as her bottom lip.

"A white gold time turner has been proven to keep the user in the future for nine months, however," Dumbledore said. "And you may use it as many times as you wish. But, if you are gone for one month, then you must wait one month before using it again. Otherwise, you will die."

Hermione nodded.

"Back to the silver time turners. They do not take as long to make. They take half a year to make, precisely," he said calmly. "In January, it should be done, and you should be able to go and see your friends and family once again."

Hermione nodded, not sure whether to be sad or happy.

"You may leave, Miss Granger. That's all I had to say."

"Thank you, Professor," Hermione whispered as she stood up to leave.

Hermione sat in the Great Hall, alone. It was time for dinner, and Lily was sitting with the other Prefects, being Head Girl. So Hermione sat, waiting for Sirius to come and question her about the picture. When he, James, and Remus sat down (Yes, Peter is STILL sick), Hermione stared fixedly at her food.

"Hey, Hermione," James said.

"Hello, James," she said quietly.

"Why so timid, Hermione?" Remus asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You sure weren't this quiet yesterday," James smiled, taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

Hermione looked up, eyes wide. James and Remus looked perfectly normal, and neither of them seemed bothered by the fact that Hermione had a picture of what seemed to be James. Hermione looked at Sirius, who was already looking at her.

She raised her eyebrows. Sirius, mouth stuffed with food, shrugged and winked. Hermione smiled slightly.

"So," Hermione said as soon as James and Remus went upstairs to the boy's dormitories, "Why didn't you tell them?"

"'Bout what?" he said. He was lounging on the couch, with one arm looped over the back of it, and a leg as well.

"About my... picture."

He looked at her and gave her a crooked smile. "You seemed like you didn't want anybody to know. So I didn't tell them."

"But..." Hermione said, trying to remember pieces of what Harry had told her, "You and James share everything!"

"We do."

"Then... why...?"

Sirius raised his eyebrows. "Do you want him to know?"

Hermione shook her head.

"Then why tell him?" he asked, smiling gently. "I'm off to- er- bed. See you," he waved.

Hermione rushed to her dormitory to look at her small desk calender. She hunted for the date, and sure enough, the day after tonight had a small colored circle at the bottom of the box, indicating the full moon. Hermione smiled, knowing that the boys had called for an 'early bedtime' to plan their adventure.

Hermione was just done in the bathroom, wringing out her hair, until she saw her picture poking out of her book. Smiling slightly, she tucked it back in, until she saw a scrawled handwriting next to Harry's.

It read: It's weird- he has Evan's eyes. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I wonder who could have written that," she murmured, smiling.