Back to the Marauders: Starlight-Mist
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter series and all its characters belong to J.K. Rowling.


Hello Readers!

Welcome to my first time-travel story, featuring the pairings of Remus/Hermione and James/Lily. If you have any questions, feel free to drop me a PM or a review. To everyone who has brought this up, I am indeed aware that Oliver Wood was born sometime around 1975, but I did not do proper research before starting this story so for this story he will be born in July 1978. Apologies for any other inconsistencies.

Please Enjoy,
Starlight Mist

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2017 NOTICE - To all newcomers, this chapter is indeed in third person, but only because I recently edited it. Most of the chapters are currently in first person, and for that I am sorry...Fanfiction-Writing Fetus-Me didn't know any better! Looking back on it, I cringe as well! I promise I will edit all the chapters to be in third person, but there is a lot to get through and I am trying to work on current-chapter updates, manage a life, and balance out school.


September 7, 1999

"I loathe to admit it, Ron, but that new Slytherin Keeper is pretty bloody good. Rumor has it that he spent his entire summer training with the Seeker for the Chudley Cannons. Of course, I don't know whether I want to trust the rumors-"

Ron snorted, interrupting Harry before he could go on, "If he trained with Gudgeon, my last name isn't Weasley."

As Harry and Ron continued conversing about which quidditch team was better, Hermione sighed and began reviewing her homework, her quill hovering above the parchment as she searched for any grammatical errors that she had missed. No matter how many times the two boys tried to explain why Quidditch was so amazing, Hermione never understood the appeal of needlessly endangering her life flying around on a charmed twig. Quidditch was just bloody impractical, and besides, the war had been plenty enough danger and adventure for her.

As she flipped to the last page of her essay, the door to the Potions classroom opened and Draco Malfoy strode through the door, closely followed by his ever-faithful lackeys. Swaggering past Snape's desk and then passing between her desk and Harry's desk, he knocked her stack of books off her desk.

"Oh, I'm sorry...was that your book that just fell off of your desk?" he sneered, staring into her muddy brown eyes with his shining mercurial orbs. Hermione narrowed her eyes at him before flicking her finger at the book, watching as a misty hand materialized, trembling as it picked her book off the ground and placed it back on her desk; the hand promptly dissipated after its work was done.

"Still pathetically weak, but much improved," Draco noted, tilting his head at her. With a nod of grudging approval, her nemesis and his crew continued on to the back of the room; Hermione allowed herself a small smile as she flexed her hand. It was her first success under pressure, and as much as she wholly despised Draco Malfoy, his compliment meant a lot to her.

"What was that just now?" Ron asked curiously. Hermione turned to the right and was immediately met by a chaste kiss to the tip of her nose. She laughed at her boyfriend's antics, the nose thing being something that Ron had picked up after Hermione had shown him a few soap operas, then launched directly into an explanation.

"I just succeeded in casting a tapped spell, which is a form of wandless magic. Tapped spells are considered to be stronger than other spells because no magic is lost from conducting it through a wand, but the catch is that you need to have a certain amount of magic in your magical reserves," Hermione explained, waving her hands around absentmindedly. "Think of it like having a box for containing your magic. Muggles have no magic, half bloods have half-filled reserves, and pure-bloods have completely full magical reserves. Most muggle-borns have only a quarter of their reserves filled, but my reserve is completely full for some reason. I only really realized this after the war, when I returned to my studies and attempted wandless magic, then just for giggles I tried to tap."

"Wicked," Ron breathed, staring at his girlfriend with a new found sense of admiration.

"Do you have any idea why your reserves are full?" Harry asked from her left, his head tilted in interest as he digested the new information. "And what changed to allow you to tap?"

The trio's discussion was cut off as the door flew open and Snape glided through the door, his robes billowing out behind him. His nose wrinkled in distaste, he snapped, "Ten points from Gryffindor, Potter. After seven years of being in my class, I expect you to have a quill on your desk. Today, we will be brewing the Visnox Potion, discovered in 1963."

Hermione picked up her quill and prepared to scribble down the list of ingredients that was sure to follow, but just as Snape opened his mouth to announce the first ingredient, a wave of pain shot through her stomach and through the rest of her being. Pins and needles coursed through her body as the feeling ran down her arms and to her fingertips. She felt as if her brain was swirling inside her skull, and as the feeling intensified, Hermione let out a pained whimper. As the feeling finally receded, she opened her eyes to find the entire class staring at her. Her quill was now snapped in half, the ink leaking all over her hands and onto her empty sheet of parchment paper.

"Miss Granger, is there something that you would like to share with the class?" Snape asked coolly, eyeing her with unimpressed eyes as he turned away from the board.

She shook her head and Snape turned back to the board, muttering about interrupting students. As Hermione reached down to her bag to extract a new quill, the dastardly feeling returned again. Letting out a startled cry, she tumbled out of her chair. The back of her neck began pulsing and her skin began to burn with a feverish heat, causing her stomach to curl. When the burning finally disappeared, leaving her skin eerily cold, she found that the class was staring at her yet again. This time, there was no laughter.

"Miss Granger, do you need to take a trip to the hospital wing?" Snape asked, his face betraying no emotion. Then again, what did she expect from the teacher that had somehow double-crossed Voldemort and survived? Of course he was a cold soul.

"Er...I think I'll be alright," Hermione answered as Harry and Ron helped her back to her seat, worry evident on their faces.

"Then do stop interrupting my class. Twenty points from Gryffindor," Snape snapped, pinning her under his strict gaze. Embarrassed, Hermione bowed her head and waited for Snape to continue, accepting a replacement quill from Harry. However, the moment their greasy-haired professor turned back to the board, the pain returned and worse than the previous two times.

She yelped loudly.

The classroom blurred and someone started yelling about the hospital wing, their voice unrecognizable as her head started pounding. Hermione curled up in an attempt to shelter herself as bright lights flashed behind her eyes and her heart raced so fast that she thought it might burst. Her lungs were on fire and she could feel her blood moving through her veins. As her limbs began spasming, the burning sensation that accompanied the first two times fled, and she felt empty, almost as if her blood was somewhere else and her soul was floating away. Hands latched onto her wrists and she felt herself drunkenly stumbling forward...or was it to the side...or was it through the floor?

A golden glow burst forth from around her, and the last thing she heard was someone screaming her name before the room went black.

August 28, 1977

When Hermione opened her eyes, she immediately realized she was no longer in the potions classroom.

What is going on? she wondered, sitting up as she observed her surroundings, which appeared to be the dirt floor of the Forbidden Forest. It is impossible to apparate in Hogwarts grounds and there was no gut-hooking portkey feeling, so how did I get here? Also, why is the moon out?

Suddenly, Hermione realized that something was wrong...there was absolutely no motion or sound. Scrambling to her feet as a sudden stab of fear seized her, Hermione drew her wand. Her sharp caramel eyes immediately started scanning her surroundings for anything that looked out of place, but there was nothing that called to her attention other than a small circle of trees. Wait...weren't those trees the same trees where Voldemort had drank blood from the dead unicorn?

Shit...she was in the Forbidden Forest.

As her heart sped up, Hermione cast a Point Me spell and hurried back towards Hogwarts. Every once in a while, she thought that she heard the sound of a someone following her, but there was nothing there. Finally, Hermione reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Just as stepped onto the well-worn path back to Hogwarts, she heard a snarl from behind her. Whirling around, Hermione was met with a full-grown werewolf glaring down at her as saliva dripped from its teeth. As its feral yellow eyes bored into Hermione's mind, she realized that there had indeed been something wrong...it was the night of the full moon.

The time that werewolves transformed.

A scream choked itself in her throat as the hulking beast took a step towards her. She immediately took off for Hogwarts, her feet churning as the werewolf quickly gained on her. Panicked, Hermione cast a Patronus charm. Her otter skittered fearfully around her head, "I'm in the Forbidden Forest. A werewolf is chasing me. Help!"

With a flick of her wand, the otter pranced to her intended recipient, Dumbledore. It was only seconds after her otter had sped off towards Hogwarts that Hermione realized her mistake. Dumbledore was dead. Too scared to think up another plan and too fearful to try casting another Patronus, she kept running.

Just as she reached the steps, she stumbled and fell. As she tried to get back to her feet, a large mass slammed into her and knocked her head against the stone steps. Hermione desperately tried to roll away from the werewolf, but was thrown into the air. Landing hard on her back, she fought to stay conscious as the werewolf batted her wand out of her hand with its furry arm, snapping my wrist with a sharp crack. Screaming in pain, Hermione watched her wand fly through the air. The werewolf pinned her down, and as she struggled to free herself, found herself in immense pain. It hurt so much more than the Cruciatus Curse and more than the potion classroom...so much pain that Hermione screamed herself hoarse.

Before the werewolf could do her any further harm, a curse hit its chest and the muscled monster reared back, letting out a morose howl as another curse struck him across the face. Hermione watched in confusion as the werewolf was chased away and someone told her to stay strong as they levitated her through the air. The last thought that passed through her mind was that she was now a werewolf.

September 2, 1977

When the brunette witch woke up, the first thing that she noticed was that she was not alone and that two people were conversing loudly to her right. As she floated in and out of consciousness, she heard a few key words and phrases, including "was not Remus", "Head Girl Badge", "Gryffindor", and "Forbidden Forest at night".

It took a surprising amount of effort force her eyelids to open, and when they finally opened, Hermione's heart nearly stopped in surprise.

"Professor Dumbledore? Madam Pomfrey? But you two are both dead. Am I dead too?" she stammered as she tried to sit up, a sharp pain in her left arm causing her to wince as she pushed herself upright. Madam Pomfrey clucked at her as she poured the contents of a small green vial into a glass, then held it to her lips. Hermione reluctantly accepted the potion, which was both bitter and coarse, but cleared her vision and returned strength to her limbs. "Did I have a stroke in the Potions classroom or something?"

"I believe that the best question to start with would be what year it is right now, as it seems that you are not from our time," Dumbledore stated, sitting down on the bed next to Hermione.

"September 7th, 1999," the brown-haired witch answered.

Dumbledore inhaled deeply, "It seems that you have traveled twenty-two years back in time, as today is September 2 of 1997. You were found here on August 28 and judging by your robes, I assume that you are a student of the future Hogwarts. Until we can find a way to send you back to your original time, it would be best for you to join Hogwarts for the year, Miss..." Dumbledore trailed off.

"Granger," Hermione answered, trying to process the unimaginable. "My name is Hermione Granger, and uh, may I stay in Gryffindor?"

The wise headmaster nodded, "It would be wise for you to change your name and appearance though. Would you like to choose your name, or would you like us to give you one?"

Although she knew that Dumbledore was simply thinking to preserve her identity as a time traveler, she couldn't help but feel that he was giving her a chance to be a different person and lead a different life. Hermione bit her lip as she thought of the name she wanted to adopt, the new personality that she would be, finally deciding on the name, "Liesel Karma Ellen."

"Miss Ellen, you have just transferred from the American school Swish 'n Flick and were sorted into Gryffindor in my office. Your father is a muggle and your mother is a lesser-known pure-blood, thus making you a half-blood. I ask that you keep the fact you come from the future a secret, for it could have dozens of unforeseen consequences on the future. The next order of business is that you were bitten by a werewolf, so when it comes time for you to transform, you will be transforming in the Shrieking Shack with Remus Lupin," Dumbledore spoke calmly. "Do you have any questions?"

Hermione looked down at her empty holster, then queried, "Do you know where my wand is? I'm afraid that I lost it when...fighting with the werewolf."

Dumbledore drew her wand from his pocket. Accepting her well-worn wood, Hermione proceeded to cast a glamour. A minute later, Hermione's facial structure had undergone minor changes, including higher cheekbones and a smaller nose. Her skin had tanned and her untamable brown hair had straightened into a deep black with hints of brown; her eyes, she left the same. After she tucked her wand back into her battered thigh holster, Madam Pomfrey re-entered the room carrying a pile of clothes. Hermione nodded in gratitude, then waited for the Headmaster and friendly Matron to exit before putting her head in her hands. Her mind was whirling in shock as the fact that she had traveled to the past finally sunk in.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked down at left hand, which was adorned with a silver ring that had a golden feather engraved in it. The ring had been a gift from Harry and Ron, who had bought it for her at a magical auction as a reminder that she was part of the Order of the Phoenix.

"I miss you already," Hermione whispered before sliding off of the bed and stripping out of her old uniform, speedily dressing herself in a white button-up, house tie, v-neck jumper, pleated skirt, and pair of black shoes. Straightening up, Hermione took in a deep breath. She was Hermione Jean Granger turned Liesel Karma Ellen and she was going to rock this Hogwarts, lead the life she had started and never completed, and be a normal student with a normal life and normal friends. Or as normal as a teenager who had fought a war could be.

Soon, Hermione found herself fiddling with her ring as she stood at the end of the Gryffindor table, where Dumbledore was introducing her.

"Gryffindor students, I would like to welcome Miss Liesel Ellen to Hogwarts. Miss Ellen is an exchange student from an American school called Swish 'n Flick and will be joining the seventh-years. I trust you will be welcoming to her and help her should she have any questions."

There was a light round of applause as Hermione took her seat.

"Welcome to Gryffindor, the table for the noble, courageous, and brave. My name is James Potter and I-" a handsome man with deep black hair began, only to be cut off by a red-haired woman with vibrant green eyes, who finished off his sentence with, "-am a terrible influence and a downright prat."

"Must you always make me out to be the villain?" James whined, reaching a hand over towards her head in an attempt to muss the girl's hair.

Lily sighed and rolled her eyes, batting his hand away from her signature locks, "Head Girl, Lily Evans at your service. You can ignore Potter and his buddies. Incessant troublemakers, if you ask me. So, what can we call you? Is Liesel okay?"

"Liesel is just fine," Hermione answered as she helped herself to some breakfast.

"Liesel, how come you already have an accent when you are an American exchange student? I assume there is quite a large disparity between accents, is there not?"

"My parents are British and we talked a lot while I was in America," Hermione answered, trying not to wince when she realized how lame the lie sounded; she quickly stuffed a bite of sausage into her mouth to prevent further questions. Swallowing, she turned to her left, where she saw Remus engrossed in a book. Her Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was a surprisingly familiar sight, despite the fact that he was not yet badly scarred. However, the even-more familiar sight was the book that he held in his hands.

"Hogwarts: A History?" Hermione asked, surprised.

Remus looked up, meeting her chocolate eyes as he answered, "Yes. Have you read it before?"

Hermione nodded vigorously, "It is my favorite book."

Lily laughed at the two bookworms, "So that explains why you weren't so shocked about Hogwarts. Most of our first years have hard time getting used to Hogwarts in all its grandeur, but you seemed right at home as Dumbledore introduced you. Better eat quickly, our next class is Defense Against the Dark Arts with the Slytherins."

"Do you have any idea what we are going to be doing today?" Hermione asked, sure that it would be a rather tame class.

"Nothing much...just a little dueling."

Wait...what!?