AN: Hey all, welcome to my new story! Woohoo When you finish this chapter, you should definitely check out my "Magical Me: a Test on Gilderoy Lockhart" series! It rules! You can also check out "Muggle Studies" but I don't know if I'm going to continue it. . .

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the world of Harry Potter, including: The Trio, Snape, Neville, the Mimbulus Mimbletonia, Malfoy, even Crabbe (But I own the nose picking :-P)

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Hermione Granger, a 17 year old witch-in-training, was sitting stock still at her desk, nibbling her quill, and listening intently to her potions master. Occasionally, she would shoot a glare at her two best friends, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley, who were in the middle of an intense game of tic-tac-toe.

"After adding the shredded lacewings, you will stir your potion once counterclockwise, then once clockwise. You will then let your potions simmer for 10 minutes. If you have brewed your potion correctly, time will stand still for you and you alone. You will have 10 minutes to go to your dormitory and retrieve your prized possession. If you brew it incorrectly . . .well, I hope none of you do."

After saying this, Snape sneered at Neville, who trembled. No one had suspected Neville to take NEWT potions, but, like his parents, he wanted to become an Auror, and the DA (Dumbledore's Army) had proved that he was capable of the job. Unfortunately, he was still abysmal in potions.

"You may begin!" Snape barked, then sat down at his desk to grade some 2nd year papers. Hermione eagerly started brewing her potion, as did the rest of the class (Though none with her trademark fervor). Finally, she, and the rest of the class, where done. All of the potions (including Neville's) were a tannish color, not unlike the sand that resided in Hermione's old time turner. Snape started calling the students up, one by one, to test there potions. He started, of course, with "Draco Malfoy".

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~*~Draco's PoV~*~

"Draco Malfoy" Snape called. Damn him, why did I always have to be first? I hadn't even gotten a chance to think of something I could do to Potter. Or Weasley. Or the Mudblood. Oh well, I would think of something, with time to spare. I smiled at Snape, and sipped my potion.

It felt as though I was on a muggle rollercoaster (not that I've ever been on one. . .) and it had stopped abruptly. I stumbled forward, then looked around. I grinned. Everyone in the room, save for myself, was still as stone. It was almost as though a Basilisk was running loose in the room, and petrified everyone but me.

"Accio Nimbus!" I yelled. My broom flew into the room, and hovered several feet above the air, vibrating softly. I was glad for the slight movement, because the whole 'Time standing still' thing was a bit unnerving. Well, now that that was over with, I had about 9 minutes to think of something to do to 'The Trio'. I looked around the room, trying to find inspiration. My eyes fell on Crabbe, and I groaned disgustedly. His finger was shoved up his nose.

I averted my eyes, making a mental note to yell at him later. Suddenly, I grinned. I walked over to Neville Longbottom. Longbottom? More like Fat-arse. Oh well. I pointed my wand at his cauldron, full of, no doubt, some sort of horrific poison. Just because the potion looked right didn't mean it would work right. "Wingardium Leviosa!" I levitated the potion to the back of the room, and it landed with a thud in front of the brains of Potter's dream team. I then levitated her potion to Neville. The mudblood wouldn't know what hit her. And the best part was (Unless she died- that would be the best part) she would think she was the one who blundered up her potion. Suddenly, time started once again. I threw the mudblood a grin as Snape said "Very good, Mr. Malfoy, 10 points to Slytherin."

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~*~ Hermione's PoV~*~

"Draco Malfoy. Very good Mr. Malfoy, 10 points to Slytherin." Was what Hermione heard. She also saw the grin sent to her by Malfoy. She raised an eyebrow at him, but said nothing.

"Neville Longbottom" Snape said boredly. Neville took a nervous swig of the brown potion in front of him. Hermione didn't even have time to wince in sympathy for her bumbling friend before she saw him, grinning madly, and holding his (now very large) Mimbulus mimbletonia. Hermione grinned, while Harry and Ron clapped Neville on the back.

"Good job, Neville!" Hermione whispered excitedly. "I knew you cou-" But she was interrupted by Snape's voice "Hermione Granger" She glanced up, startled. Then, she realized he meant for her to take the potion, not that she was in trouble for congratulating Neville's miraculous success. Hermione slowly raised a cup full of potion to her lips. If she had glanced at Malfoy, she would have seen the evil grin that was painted on his face. If she had glanced at Neville, she would have seen humble admiration had replaced the look of pride and triumph on his round face. And if she had glanced at her potion, she would have noticed it bubbling slightly, while the other potions were smooth as glass. But she did none of these things. Instead, she took a confidant slurp, her mind already on "Hogwarts, A History" which she had already decided to retrieve.

However, her mind was torn from her book when a familiar feeling of falling took over her body. 'It almost feels like I'm using a time turner' she thought to herself, before hitting the ground with a thud. She picked herself off the cold, stone floor, glancing curiously around the room. It was, indeed, the same dungeon that she went to for Potions. But no one was there.

Suddenly, four boys appeared out of no where, and hurried over to her. One, with messy black hair and glasses, crouched down by her and asked "Are you alright?? Who are you?" Another, with longer black hair, looked her over. A third, slightly chubby with dishwater blonde hair, cowered a few feet away. And the fourth, a handsome young man with shaggy, light brown hair, held a shimmery silver cloak, so much like the one she and Harry and Ron had disappeared under so may times. She tried to focus on the one who had spoken to her "Harry . . .? But, you're eyes aren't. . ."

Suddenly, a look of realization dawned on her face. And everything went black.

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AN: So, what do you think? Hmmm, I wonder who those boys could be . . .*cough* Marauders! *cough* haha, only joking, I know you guys aren't that thick. Just to clear a few things up, she has traveled back to the Marauder's 7th year. Yes, she landed there on the same date, only years previously (December 14th), but no, she didn't end up at the same time. She arrived at roughly 1:28 AM . . . so, actually, its December 15th. Review!!!! But, if you need to send criticism, please, only constructive criticism! AKA: Yes to spelling mistakes; No to "Jeez, this story sucks, why did you make Malfoy switch the potions? He would never have done that; he would have forced Harry and Ron into revealing bikinis" or something stupid like that. Lol. That would make a lovely fanfic by itself!