A/N: I would like to thank Ssergit for the potions class idea. I loved it so much when I read "Then Shall I Know" by Sserget. I don't think I will be up dating any of my other stories. I'm at a writers block.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, though I wish I did, along with all those hot guys in the movies….mmmmm…..

Hermione browsed the shelves in search of that one book that would get her an Outstanding on her transfiguration essay. Slowly running her fingers along the book spines, checking each of the titles, searching for that one book. She had read it a year ago, and now McGanagoll had set the essay that she would be able to use it for.

Stopping suddenly, she looked at a curiously marked book. The title sported the word 'time travel', and she was suddenly interested.

Taking it off the shelf, she dusted the cover off and carefully cracked the book open. After scanning the table of contents, she decided that she would look at this book, after writing her essay. She slowly continued down the row of shelves, the time travel book carefully under her arm.


Hermione carefully rolled up her essay and rubbed her eyes. Standing, she stretched and gave a big yawn. While she had worked on her essay all night, Harry and Ron had played Wizard's chess and then headed for bed.

Shaking her head, she thought, They'll never get the essay done if they don't start right away.

Gathering her things, she headed up the dormitory stairs. Setting her stuff by her bed, she changed into her pajamas and grabbed the time travel book.

Hermione had changed from her first year. Her hair was no longer frizzy, but long and sleek, with honey colored highlights. Her large brown eyes had flecks of chocolate and honey lights. She had grown to 5'9" and weighed about 130 lb. She was very confident with her body and her looks, only accenting her eyes with eyeliner and wearing lipgloss.

Not wanting to disturbed anyone; she went back to the empty common room. Tomorrow was Saturday, so she felt no qualms about staying up all night to read a book.

Sitting in her favorite chair by the fire, she opened the book again and started to read.

She had gotten through about a hundred pages when a strange glow started in the center of the book. Hermione carefully opened to the page that the glow was coming from, only to find herself floating in darkness, the book no where to be found.

For what felt like eternity, she floated in that darkness that surrounded her. Suddenly, the darkness faded and she started to hear sounds and smell the scent of the school around her.

When the darkness was completely gone, Hermione looked around and saw that it was still night. But she was not in the same location. Furrowing her brow, she examined the corridor. She stood in front of the Headmaster's office. Feeling that it was important to find out what was going on, she went to the statue and whispered, "Lemon Drop."

The statue moved and she climbed up the moving stair to the office.

She knocked and heard Dumbledore call to her, "Come in."

Entering the office, she looked around. Everything looked the same as when she had been here last. Fawkes looked as healthy as ever, and all of the headmaster's trinkets were in place. But turning to the desk, she noticed that Professor Dumbledore had started to look younger.

"May I help you, miss…" Dumbledore began.

"Professor, don't you know me?" she asked, confusion showing on her too honest face.

"I can't say I do, miss…"

"Granger, Hermione Granger, sir. I'm a Gryffindor sixth year. Friends with Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley…" she said. For some strange reason, Dumbledore didn't remember her, and that was not like him at all.

"Hmmm, I don't know who those people are, but I do know that we have a James Potter that is a Gryffindor sixth year. Are you taking about that trouble-maker?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.

An idea suddenly came to Hermione. Clearing her throat, she asked the headmaster, "What year is it, sir?"

"What year? Why, it is 1978. Why are you wondering?"

"Sir, the year I am from is 20 years after this date. That can not be possible…"

"Miss Granger, I believe that anything is possible, including time travel, which you seem to have journeyed. Tell me what happened that you are now here and not there."

Haltingly, she told her story to the headmaster, rechecking all the details. When she was done, she watched Dumbledore carefully, hoping he had a way of sending her back.

Dumbledore sadly shook his head and looked at Hermione.

"I am sorry, Miss Granger, but we are not in possession of a book with that title. If we were, I would have already read it. I do not recall a book such as that. And I cannot send you back to your present time, because I have to knowledge of how to."

"But, Professor, what am I going to do? I have to get back!"

"Unfortunately, there is no way for you to. No one that I know has the knowledge that you crave. You will have to stay here with us. I'm sorry, Miss Granger."

Hermione bowed her head, knowing full well that to find the answer, she would have to slowly look for it, like she did for her homework and when she helped Harry and Ron out.

She nodded and looked back at Dumbledore, "Sir, if I am to stay here, I would like to be placed in Gryffindor, where I belong. And I cannot possibly be called by my given name, for when and if I get back, it would cause problems."

"You are very bright, Miss Granger. I cannot just put you in a house, though. You must be sorted, like the others. Do you speak a different language?"

"Yes, sir. I speak French, fluently."

"Excellent! You shall pretend to be an exchange student from France. As you must live with a different name, I would be pleased if you picked your own name."

Hermione thought for several minutes before she answered.

"Coriel De Bois, sir."

"Splendid, Miss De Bois. And as it is dawn, we shall get you some clothes to wear and have you sorted by breakfast. Fluffy here will take you to the storerooms with the uniforms," he said indicating a house elf.


Sitting at the end of the Gryffindor table, Hermione barely touched her food. She was to be sorted in front of the whole school, alone. She wiped her sweaty palms for the millionth time on her robes.

After what felt like forever, the headmaster stood and the Great Hall fell silent.

"We are honored to have a new student with us, Miss Coriel De Bois. She joins us from France. Miss De Bois, would you come to the front please to be sorted?"

Hermione stood and walked to the front where Professor McGanagoll had placed to the sorting hat. To also foil anyone knowing who she was in the future, Dumbledore had preformed a spell on Hermione, turning her hair black and her eyes a stunning green, like Harry's.

Reaching the front, she sat on the stool and watched the crowd as the hat was lowered on her head.

She waited for 30 seconds before the hat screamed out, "Gryffindor!"

She let out a sigh of relief and walked back to her spot.

Sitting down, she suddenly realized that the empty spots were now filled around her.

Surrounding her was a black haired replica of Harry, without the green eyes. Replacing them were humor-filled hazel eyes. To the left of this boy was another black hair boy. To her well-trained eye, he was a heartthrob. His hair fell gracefully into his eyes, always looking like it belonged there. His black eyes were snapping with good-natured humor.

Turning to the other side of the table were two other boys. A mousy looking boy with watery eyes was gazing at the two on the other side with envy.

If the boy has money, no one ever taught him how to dress, she thought.

Next to that boy was one that didn't look as if he had much money, for his clothes were shabby and very cheap looking. His plain, brown hair fell into his eyes, but not gracefully, just limply. Scars crossed his face, looking like a large animal had attacked him.

She smiled at these boys and said, with an accent that Dumbledore had also given her, "Hello. Are you in my house?"

The Harry look a like answered, "Of course we are. We are sitting at the Gryffindor table, are we not."

"James, she couldn't possibly know that. She just transferred from a different school."

"But, it would be obvious, Sirius, to most people," James retorted.

"Not to be rude, but would you please introduce yourselves. Everyone knows mine and I would like to be well informed also," Hermione asked as sweetly as possible, like she didn't know who these people were.

The one called Sirius laughed and said to the scarred boy, "Remus, she takes after you. Are you sure you haven't met her before?"

"I told you, I don't know her anymore than Severus Snape would."

"Just asking, don't bite my head off. Anyway," he said, addressing her, "My name is Sirius Black. I don't think you would have heard of me, not in France. And this boy next to me is James Potter. He is chasing after the ever elusive Lily Evans, that redhead over there," he said pointing at a pretty girl nearby.

James continued the introductions, annoyed at the direction this was going, "This smart fellow here would be Remus Lupin, the brightest in our year." Hermione smiled sweetly at him; sure he would be losing that title. "And the quiet boy next to Remus is Peter Pettigrew. He is very shy."

Hermione looked at Pettigrew without smiling. He was the reason that one of these boys next to her would end up dead, another falsely accused of a crime, escaped and dead. She could not find it in her falseness to smile at him, for all she was acting right now.

Hermione turned back to the others and smiled, "A pleasure to meet you. As you heard, my name is Coriel De Bois, but you may call me Corie. Everyone else does, or they did, before I moved. Perhaps you all could show me around this place. Do any of you have any of the same classes as me?"

All the boys started to search for their schedules in their bags. Each pulling a tattered and much referred to piece of parchment, they all consulted as they examined hers.

Finally, Remus spoke up, "It appears that Sirius has all the subjects that you do. Therefore, he shall show you around."

She smiled, "You know, you don't have to be so formal around me. You'll all make me feel lonely if you do." She knew she was flirting shamelessly, but if it got her what she wanted, she didn't care.

Suddenly, Sirius gave a loud bark of laughter.

"Don't worry, Corie, he like this around us, and we have known him for years. It isn't anything he has against you. Since I have been volunteered to show you around, we should leave now."

"Of course, I would like to be able to memorize my way around."

Standing, she picked up her bag and followed her best friend's godfather out the door.


Hermione examined her guide as he led her down to potions. His black hair was long, but not unhandsome. Actually, it was quite the opposite. His robes had once been nice, and were of good quality.

He must have already left his family by now. He must be living with James now.

Sirius' shoulders filled out his robes. He was broad shouldered and well muscled. To her trained eyes, he was about three inches taller than her 5'9".

Suddenly, in between the stream of interesting facts about this statue and that, Sirius turned to her.

"Where in France did you live?"

Taken completely by surprise, Hermione picked the must well known place in France.

"I lived in rural Normandy. It was beautiful there. Your England is beautiful, but Normandy has its own spice. I didn't want to leave, but Father got a job in your Ministry and he just couldn't pass it up. And who wouldn't want a little bit of an adventure?"

Sirius looked at her curiously for a while, then started to laugh. When he had calm a bit, she looked at him, a small smile curving on her lips.

"And what, pray tell, is so funny about that?"

Sirius started to laugh slightly, then stated, as if a fact, "You have no clue how true that was. You'll be great with our group."

Hermione smiled and continued to follow Sirius, to make it look like she had no clue where she was going. She was getting bored with all the information he was giving her. She had read it all in Hogwarts, A History.

"Sirius, please, if you would just read Hogwarts, A History, you would learn more about this place than you do."

Sirius turned to her, looking confused. "What?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "I know all of this information already. I did read about this place before I came. I find all of the important information before I go somewhere. In fact, do you remember when you said that I couldn't possibly have heard of your family?"

He nodded.

"Well, I read about all of the families in England, the pureblood families. Your family was particularly interesting. I mean, you left your family, renounced their ways, and they let you live. They could have, by all rights, killed you."

"Shut up! I don't want to hear about my family! They are dead to me, and I am dead to them."

"I'm sorry, Sirius. I didn't mean anything by it…"

Sirius turned back to her, a small smile on his lips, "I know you didn't. I just wasn't prepared to hear about my family. No one talks of my family to me. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to shout at you. Forgive me?"

He was giving her such puppy dog eyes! How could she resist him!

"You, Sirius Black, are flirting with me! How dare you!" Hermione laughed. She pushed him and ran down the corridor, with Sirius following.

"Corie, wait up!"

Coming to a stop at the end of the corridor, Hermione slowed and look either way down the next corridor, just to look like she was uncertain of where to go. Feeling the performance was proficient; she took off down the corridor that led to the potion dungeons. Hopefully they hadn't changed anything.

Suddenly, she felt an arm wrap around her waist. She was jerked to a sudden stop and was twirled around until she was hard up against Sirius, his face looking laughingly down at her.

"You, Coriel De Bois, have just reached to end of your leash."

Hermione gazed up into his coal black eyes and say a deep intelligence; an intelligence that she believed would understand her crazy and psychotic story.

"Oi! Sirius! Are you getting fresh with her already?"

Hermione whipped around to see James come strolling down the corridor towards them, Remus following.

Frowning, she asked, "I thought that you guys didn't have any classes with me…"

"We have a few, but Sirius here has all of the same classes. He was prefect for the job. Although, seeing as he trying to get a head start…"

"Oh, Remus, it wasn't that, honestly," Sirius said, defending his honor, "She pushed me and then ran down the corridor. I had to stop her from going to far. She might have gotten lost."

Hermione just stood there, looking ashamed of herself. What had almost happened? Was Sirius actually going to try and…kiss…her…?

Shaking her head and turning back to the conversation, she realized that they were ready to head to the classroom. Adjusting her bag, she started walking in the direction that she had been running, switching her hips. She looked back over her shoulder, smiled, and called back to them, "Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to class?"

Shocked out of the argument that they had been in the midst of, the boys picked up their things and started to follow her, Sirius with an evil look on his face.

"Of course we are coming. James wouldn't want to be chewed out by the Gryffindor prefect and lady love, Lily Evans."

"Sirius, shut up! She is right in front of you!" James whispered heatedly.

"I know. That's why it's so darn funny!"

"Boys, please settle down. There is no need to get mad or to make fun of each other. Although, I must say, the boys here are a lot more free spirited than in France!"

At that moment, the professor opened the class door, allowing the students to enter. She slipped in ahead of Sirius and James, certain they would start asking a whole bunch of silly questions.

Picking a table in the back, as to not draw attention to her attention gathering self, she started to set up her cauldron. Next to her, Sirius was setting up his. Obviously, he was taking the tour guide thing a little too seriously.

Looking up to the front where the teacher was speaking of the potion Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in the world.

"Amortentia doesn't create love, per say, nothing can create love. This just creates an infatuation if drunken. It can also show you the smells that stir that deep passion called love. It is up to you to find the person that reminds you of such things. Now, here are your ingredients, and you may begin," he said, tapping the blackboard with his wand, leaving the directions for this potion.

Beginning right away, Hermione dove into her bag and started to pull out the ingredients. Next to her, Sirius was moving somewhat slower than normal.

Glancing at her, Sirius said loud enough for those around him, including Hermione, James and Remus, "I'm bored! I want to do something fun tonight."

Startled, Hermione looked up. She hadn't been aware of the time of the month, but it had to be a day or two until the full moon. Obviously, Sirius wanted to go out and run; to be a dog, like the animagus he was.

Hermione smiled silently to herself. She had secretly been studying the art of animagi since the third year, when she had met the older Sirius. Just this summer she had mastered turning into a white wolf, a form she had used of several occasions when she needed to get away from the muggle world. Now that she thought of it, she wanted to run; she wanted to relieve this stress she was experiencing.

It's final. I'm going out tonight and going for a good run. If I'm lucky, I'll meet up with them. Although, I don't think they would enjoy me seeing Remus.

She slowly worked, carefully adding and measuring. Suddenly, a fine mist came from the potion and she inhaled, enjoying the scent playing in her nose.

There was the smell of earth, of the meadows, parchment. There was a smell of cedar, from possibly a cedar chest. The smell of musky fur, that of a dog or a wolf.

Hermione inhaled for a while, letting the smells play with her senses. She opened her eyes to see Sirius watching her out of the corner of his eye, slowly stirring his potion.

"What?" she asked, puzzled.

"It just seemed like you enjoyed the smell of the potion."

"Sirius, you are supposed to. It is the smell of all that you love…"

Sirius laughed, letting the husky sound fill the room. "Corie, I know. I was just teasing you. What do you smell in there anyway?"

She smirked, enjoying the joke. "I can't tell you. It's a secret. Now finish yours, and you can smell what love is to you."

Turning back to her cauldron, she ladled some out into a flask and stoppered it. Walking to the front of the room, she set the flask on the teacher's desk with her name carefully labeled on it.

"Well done, Miss De Bois! I see you are a quick learner, and a great potion maker. It is always good to have someone like you here."

Smiling sweetly, she thanked him and went back to her stuff and started cleaning up. Glancing at Sirius, she saw that his potion was finished and that he was slowly inhaling the scent of it.

"Well, Sirius, it seems that you are enjoying that potion a little to much…"

Sirius looked at her and smiled. Picking up his labeled flask, he walked past her.

"It was just interesting, that's all."

As he passed her, she caught a hint of musky fur mixed with cedar. Perplexed, she slowly started to clean up her area again, thinking.


Creeping out the front doors, Hermione checked the lawn to make sure she was alone. Looking up at the moon, she was reminded that it was the full moon tonight. The boys would be out.

Reaching the greenhouses, Hermione swiftly transformed. Shaking her fur out, she stretched her muscles, warming up for a good run.

Racing across the lawn past the lake, she headed up to the Whomping Willow. She wanted to reveal herself to them. They made it difficult not to say anything, planning everything in whispers that she could hear. She was five minutes early, but she would then have time to catch her breath.

Sitting in the underbrush, she waited until she saw three forms coming toward her. They slowed to a stop and suddenly, in their place, were three animals. She couldn't smell Peter, but she knew he was there.

The figures made their way up to the tree. A large stag, its graceful antlers reaching the sky lead the way, followed by a great black dog. Whispering through the grass was Peter, the rat.

Sirius barked at the tree and slowly the form of a werewolf came up through the tunnel that she had discovered with Harry and Ron in their third year.

She rose, stretched and took a deep breath, not quite ready, but deciding it had to be done.

She walked out into the open, knowing that she must look like some wolf god, pure white and slender; trim. She was graceful on her paw, she knew, and held her head confidently.

All four heads turned towards her, and she knew that they knew she was not a wolf, but a human. They could smell her, especially Remus.

Sirius slowly came forward, wary of her. He came right up to her face and looked into the green eyes she still had in this form. He barked at her, demanding her to show herself as she truly was.

Sighing, she sat on her haunches and transformed back into the human she was.

The sight of her set the four into frenzy. Remus, recognizing her even as he was, left, going back to the tunnel, where he could not see her…back to the Shrieking Shack.

The other boys turned back to themselves and stared at her, shock showing in their faces.

"What the hell are you!" yelled James.

"James, calm down. It is very simple. We aren't the only ones that are animagus. She obviously learned to transform also. But, what I want to know, is how you found out our plans?"

Seeing no way out of this part of the confrontation, she answered, "You are very quiet when you plan. It was very easy for me to hear you. You made it very simple for me. Not to mention I had a little background information."

Upon her last sentence, she clapped her hands over her mouth, and would not remove them, no matter what kind of coaxing they used.

"Corie! Tell us what you know about us!" James cried after fifteen minutes of unsuccessful attempts.

"James, I can't. Not now. It wouldn't change anything… not for you." Hermione promptly transformed and ran, ran as fast as she could through the Forbidden Forest. She raced past trees and bushes, listening to the pad of paws and the thud of hooves following her. She was positive that Peter had stayed back with Remus, to keep him company.

She knew she couldn't outrun them forever. She would have to do some crafty moves but she needed to get away from them. Feinting to the left and the right, she managed to get behind them and watched as they plunged farther into the Forest. She then turned and raced back to the school, suddenly wishing she hadn't said anything.

Not watching where she went, she ran right toward a real werewolf, not Remus. The werewolf took a swing and she barely dodged it, almost too tired to do that.

The beast landed one good hit and she yelped, wishing for help right now. James and Sirius should have realized what she had done by now, and were backtracking.

Just as the werewolf was going for her spine, a stag burst out of the forest and got between the werewolf and her. A black dog came from the other side and grabbed the back of the werewolf's neck.

James and Sirius eventually chased the werewolf off, but by that time, Hermione was badly injured for not moving out of the way and was barely conscious.

Knowing they couldn't take her to the hospital wing, they carried her to the Whomping Willow, where Peter was waiting. Together, they all carried her body into the school without being caught.

Knowing that they couldn't go into the girls' dormitory, they slowly levitated her unconcsious form to the Room of Requirement.

A/N: I know, this is much longer than all of the other ones that I write. And, would someone please give me the correct spelling for McGanagoll. I know the way I spell it is wrong, and I would love it if someone could correct it for me! Thanks!

And yes, I know the ending to this chapter is kinda dumb, but I couldn't think of a good way to end it.

I would also like to ask for a beta, if anyone would like to help. All the editing help I get is just wonderful!