Summary: She felt something pulling her away; she didn't expect to be brought back in time. She can't see her best friends but she could see their parents. She didn't think that she would be able to befriend one of the most hated potion professors, and she didn't think that she was going to catch EVERY guy's eyes. Eventually SS/HG.
She felt a tugging sensation pulling her from her bed she didn't know what was happening but she knew that it wasn't going to be good. She knew that the war was coming and she knew that her best friends, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley needed her there. Definitely Harry, after two years of his god father being killed he's still depressed. Though, he just started to pull out of his depression with the help of her, Hermione Granger. So here she was getting pulled, but more like transported to somewhere else when she was lying on her bed because she didn't know how to take it all. All the death that she has came across in her life, being prefect in her intelligence; she was only 17 years old.
All of the sudden she landed with a thud. Hermione got up rather quickly, and look at her surroundings. It was entrance hall of Hogwarts! She was furious, her face still was tear stained. She heard loud noise in the Great Hall, so she rushed in as saw Harry torturing a boy with black hair. She had no idea who this boy, well she can't say boy but a teenager her age. Then she saw a teen/man that was astonishingly gorgeous helping Harry. Then she saw Ginny trying to help the poor boy.
"JAMES POTTER YOU QUIT THIS RIGHT NOW!" The person that Hermione thought was Ginny yelled. Then it dawned on her that she said James Potter.
"Lil's, Prongs was just having a little fun." The gorgeous man said.
Then a fat mouse like boy came over and said "Padfoot has a point."
"WELL YOU THREE SHOULD BE ASHAMED; SEVERUS HAS NEVER DONE A DAMN THING TO YOU!" Lily yelled. "YOU SHOULD BE MORE LIKE REMUS, AND STUDY.
Hermione couldn't help but laugh, half because of amusement and half because she thought that she is going insane.
"Lily I don't need help from a mudblood like you!" The boy that was obliviously Serverus Snape.
At that Hermione could take it anymore she wouldn't stand for someone calling Harry's mom a mudblood, and obviously she wasn't the only one.
Hermione yelled across the Great Hall, "STUPEFY" as did James Potter and the same time.
Everyone stopped and looked at her. Then she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to be faced with someone she considers her grandfather, though he really wasn't but close enough to be.
"Miss…Um…" Albus Dumbledore started.
"Albus, don't you remember me?" Hermione whispered as she and Dumbledore walked towards his office. "It's me, Hermione! The one who you said when I was beginning my sixth year that you wished that I was your Granddaughter!"
"I'm sorry but I don't remember, what was the date that you came here? Just for curiosity sakes." Dumbledore asked.
"I was January 9,1996. Why? What date is it here?" Hermione urgently said.
"Umm I'm afraid to inform you that the date is January 9,1979."