A/N – If you just want the story feel free to skip this. But don't flame me unless you've read it!

As a rule I don't do author notes but this is just a quick one to say that this is a reworking of a story that I started about three years ago and then had to change dramatically to incorporate information from OotP.

I have changed Remus' and Sirius' characters to fit more with those portrayed in the later books.

However, I have left Lily's character as it was in my original version. This is for a couple of reasons.

I hate rewrites. It would have meant much more work for me to change Lily's character and I would have lost some scenes that I really enjoyed writing and that I am very pleased with.

I like the Lily that I've written. A lot. I really like the character as J K Rowling has written her, but I really enjoy writing her this way. If you really can't stand OOC Lily then perhaps this isn't the right story for you to be reading.

While I respect the opinions of others, I am writing this story for myself. I love the fact that people enjoyed the first version and am thankful to everyone who reviewed. I also appreciate that a lot of people felt the story didn't need changing. I tried to continue with what I had, but it felt wrong and as soon as I reworked it I found that my writer's block dissipated (a little – it still rears it's head occasionally!)

If you have any questions, suggestions, comments, etc. please review. I really appreciate constructive criticism. I may not heed it but I do appreciate it.

Disclaimer: If they were mine then the whole series would have gone quite differently. JK Rowling is the woman lucky enough to own these guys, I'm just borrowing them.

Time Warp

Chapter 1 – "Ooops!"

As Hermione watched Sirius and Buckbeak soar away into the night it hit her. This was so wrong, so cruel and unfair.

The journey back to the hospital wing was like a dream, barely thinking Hermione sat in the bed next to Harry's. As the hours passed she sat, going over the night's activities in her head again and again, fiddling with her necklace subconsciously, wondering what they could have done differently. As the sun began to rise she glanced down at her hand, only now realising that the necklace she had been playing with, for the past god-knows-how-long, was not a necklace at all. It was the Time-turner.

As she placed it back under her top she felt the familiar pull she now knew so well, the feeling of Time speeding past, speeding backwards. When she realised that in the past few hours she must have turned the device countless times, she was filled with dread.

With a jolt she reached her destination. First she checked her robes for her wand, finding it she then glanced quickly around, sighing with relief; at least she recognised her surroundings. She was at Hogwarts. But the question plaguing her mind wasn't 'where was she?', but 'when was she?'

After spending another hour peering out of the broom closet she had chosen as her hiding place, Hermione finally saw the one person in the world that she most wanted to talk to.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione shouted as she came barrelling out of the cupboard. "I desperately need to speak to you professor, it's of the utmost urgency."

Dumbledore paused for a moment, glancing at the young girl in front of him, before replying, "I suggest we adjourn to my office then. A matter of such importance as this needs, I assume, privacy. And tea."

Once Dumbledore and Hermione were settled in Dumbledore's office, the headmaster – looking considerably younger than he had the last time Hermione had seen him – paused for a moment before speaking.

"Perhaps we should begin at the beginning? May I ask your name?" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he watched the bushy-haired teen gape at him in shock. After a pause she replied, stuttering throughout.

"Y…y…you mean you…you don't kn…know. I m…mean it's…it's Hermione. Hermione Granger." Silently Hermione sat thinking, What am I going to do now? I must have gone back over three years if Dumbledore doesn't know me! Now I'm in trouble!

"Well Miss Granger. As I am sure you are dying to know, judging from both your confusion and that contraption hanging around your neck (At this Hermione automatically grasped the Time-Turner, looking guiltily at the headmaster) …I do not know you…yet. The date is August 28th 1973 (Hermione gasped at this.) and, I am assuming that this is not the date you expected to hear. May I ask you something Miss Granger?"

Hermione nodded her head dumbly, barely managing to stop herself from either screaming or bursting into tears.

Dumbledore paused for a moment, then his soft voice penetrated the silence of the room. "Miss Granger, what date should it be today?"

Hermione lowered her head and whispered the date. Dumbledore missed the day and month but it was of no consequence as he managed to catch the year. 1998.

The conversation continued as Hermione relayed the story of the past year, leaving out as much information as possible so as to give Dumbledore simply a brief description of how she got the Time-Turner and ended up travelling back 27 years.

As she reached the end of her story, Dumbledore paused to take it all in before starting, "I take it that, considering you are still here rather than in your own time, you do not know how to move forward in time?"

"No sir, I don't."

"Unfortunately Miss Granger, neither do I. Time travel is a very dangerous type of magic, even in the hands of the most honest, careful wizard or witch. This is why the ministry takes such strict control over objects such as Time-Turners. It is also why further investigation into the subject has been banned for many years now. Naturally I shall attempt to find a way to send you back. However this may take a great deal of time and therefore I feel the best course of action would be to enrol you here and have you continue your education in preparation for the worst-case scenario. Do you agree?"

"Yes sir."

"I'm afraid there's no more room in the fourth year so I'll have to place you in the fifth year. I know a student of your calibre should be able to cope but you'll be given extra classes to catch up."

"Thank you sir."

That evening Hermione was introduced to Hagrid and a few of the staff members that had already arrived. Dumbledore told them that she was called Mya Carlson and that she was the niece of one of Dumbledore's friends. The story went that Mya's parents had recently died in a car crash and due to various circumstances, she had been placed in Dumbledore's care until her aunt and uncle were in a position to take her in.

On the first day of school, Hagrid took Hermione into London to Diagon Alley where, courtesy of Dumbledore, she acquired all the things she would need for the school year. (Second hand of course, as the headmaster had limited funds himself.)

Then, when Hagrid dropped her at Kings Cross, she made her way to the Hogwarts Express.

Arriving relatively early, Hermione found a seat at the end of the train in an empty carriage. Not long after the train had set off, a group of four boys bounded into the carriage. When they saw her they stopped, stared and then all started talking at once, continuing whatever conversation they had been involved in earlier. As they sat on the opposite side of the compartment to Hermione, she sat in silence, secretly studying the group. It didn't take long for her to workout who her fellow students were. The guy with glasses and scruffy hair could only be one person – James Potter. The shortest and chubbiest of the group must be Peter Pettigrew, which just left the other two. Both were tall, well built, with dark brown hair. One had short hair, soft but well cared for. While the other boy's was slightly longer, down to his ears, shaggy and it gave him a distinct I-just-rolled-out-of-bed look. However, she couldn't tell which was Sirius and which was Remus. Suddenly, her question was answered. The boy with the shaggy hair rose from his seat and approached her slowly, a confident smile gracing his features.

"Hi." He began, "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sirius Black and this noisy bunch consists of James Potter, Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin." As he introduced the group she was greeted by smiles, waves and in James' case, a cocky wink. Blushing, Hermione replied, "Hi, I'm Mya Carlson."

"So Mya Carlson, what's the story? How come you're joining us so late? Cos I know you can't be a first year."

Hermione proceeded to tell Sirius the story she and Dumbledore had prepared, explaining that she'd had to transfer to Hogwarts from a school in America when her parents had died.

The boys were very sympathetic when they heard this news and by the time the train reached Hogwarts, Hermione had four new friends.

The next few hours were a blur. She was once again sorted by the sorting hat who automatically shouted

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Then she was introduced to the rest of her new house. The boys insisted she sit with them and she was stuck in between Remus and Sirius.

As she glanced around the table she noticed a quiet 3rd year with long Auburn hair glancing longingly down the table at James. That must be Harry's mum Lily Evans.

Hermione thought. As she stared at the young girl, suddenly Lily turned to meet her eyes. Hermione quickly looked down before turning her attention back to the boys on either side of her.

After a few minutes more of Sirius' amusing tales of the various tricks that he had played on 'Slimy Sev' – one of the Slytherin Fifth years, Hermione felt something touch her foot. Moving her eyes across the table she saw James, who gave her a cheeky grin. Hermione quickly rose from the table, saying "who is gonna give me the tour then?"

She was suddenly bombarded with cries of "I will!" from Peter, James and Sirius. Feeling a desperate need to escape all of the highly unusual male attention, she turned to Remus, who had hardly said a thing all through dinner.

"Remus, why don't you show me around?"

Looking up in surprise, he also left his chair, saying "Uhm, okay then?"

The two of them left the hall while the other boys stared after them, their faces filled with shock, jealousy and a lot of disappointment.