Full Summary: Hermione is involuntarily shot back in time, back to when heroes and legends were just shameless teenagers like herself. Now she must ward off all sorts of attempts, including one dangerously curious Sirius Black, to maintain balance while attempting to get one-up on a rising Voldemort. Meanwhile, Sirius has the harder task of making Hermione fall for his doggy charms. - A light HGxSB story told in little bits where Hermione is once again stuck with boys who are helpless in love.

A Viewing Note: I'd appreciate it if you read with the 1/2 page view (upper right corner). It just looks more formatted.

A Obvious but Necessary Disclaimer: I do not own the mystical, magical and Muggle-eluding world of Harry Potter.

Prelude: Redheads Are All Trouble

Hermione hummed as she peeled potatoes. Mrs. Weasley, next of her, kept giving her odd looks; either for her off-tune melody or for peeling potatoes without magic, Hermione was uncertain. But the teenager honestly could not give care to what Mrs. Weasley thought of her odd Muggle tendencies that still reared up years after being introduced to the world of magic.

Eight years to be exact, and Hermione could not imagine what her life would be without everything that had happened in that time period. She couldn't imagine it without her best mates and the place where she had met them - Hogwarts. She had decided she would return for her N.E.W.T.s this coming Fall, under the newly appointed Headmistress McGonagall's allowance. She could barely wait to return and see the castle back to its original splendor, no longer falling apart from hexes and curses and screaming Death Eaters.

Overall, it seemed things were finally looking up for Hermione Granger. She now had a new boyfriend, knew what needed to be done in life, and had helped save the wizarding world she had grown to love. All meaning she had the right to hum lazily and not care about getting diner on at an exact time. The time for mourning needed to be passed eventually, to live for those who had died for them.

"Hey Hemrione, look what I've found in your bag!"

Speaking of her new boyfriend- Hermione sighed at Ron's statement without turning around. Just because she wasn't rushing the potatoes didn't mean she would be distracted from the task.

"Been sneaking about her bags?" Mrs. Weasley asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Er- just looking for a book," Ron hurried to say.

Hermione snorted at the bad lie. "And what did you find?" she asked lightly before tossing another expertly peeled potato aside.

"I dunno exactly, some little sand glass? Is it from Egypt? 'Cause when we were there we saw-"

As Ron began rattling off what he had done in Egypt ("-and I cannot believe I let Scabbers, I mean Wormtail, or Peter? Anyway, I let that disgusting traitor-") Hermione wondered what he was really alluding to. And then it hit her as a barely started spud hit the kitchen sink.

She turned around in a whirl, hurriedly pushing curls out of the way. She could only stare through her bangs as Ron hung the time-turner in one hand. He was flicking it from time to time with the other, causing the pendant to spin an incountable number of times.

"Ron," Hermione said in a deadly serious voice as he looked up. He kept spinning the pendant without a clue.

"Yeah?" he asked innocently, a boyish grin on his freckled face.

"How long have you been turning that?" Hermione asked in trepidation.

He looked at the pendant that was still spinning. "I dunno actually. Trying to see how long I can do it. Little bored today."

Before Hermione could say something, or more likely shrilly yell, the patio door slid open and the small group of Harry, Ginny, and George came sauntering in. They each had a broomstick propped on their shoulders, laughing and talking of maneuvers they must have done.

"What have you got there, Ron?" Ginny asked as he came up with the rest.

Harry understood first as he saw the pendant, then looked up at Hermione's stony face. He wasn't called a good wizard only for his magical ability, as he put the two dots together and groaned.

"Ron, how long have you been turning that?" Harry asked in a hesitant tone.

Now Ron seemed to catch on that spinning this necklace wasn't such a good thing, as he looked between his two best friends.

"Why are you guys looking so worried? It's just a old necklace that was stuck in an old sweater-"

Ron had finally stopped spinning the thing, and as it came to a full hault, it began to give a soft vibration. It sounded like a hummingbird's wings, but soon it became louder and louder to that of an angry pixie. Then it began shooting sparks, and Hermione heard a definite crack.

Before she could stop herself, she lunged and grabbed her old time-turner from a shocked Ron. Looking fretfully at the faces around her (only Harry looked truly worried) she bolted out of the house to the yard. When she got to the middle of the field, she looked down and saw that the time-turner was now emitting a golden hue that was quickly moving to her fingers, up her wrists, now her arms-

"Mione, what's happening?" Ron called out as everyone followed.

"Don't come closer! I don't-" Hermione tried to say, but was distracted as she looked down and saw her whole body was glimmering in gold.

Everyone watched her, mesmerized by the light and confusing situation.

Then, with no warning whatsoever, the glowing was cut off and Hermione was simply standing there. Her hair stood on end and her eyes were wide, her hands tightly clasped over the time-turner. She stared at it in unbelievable shock from its unsuspecting immobility. Maybe it hadn't been able to complete the time-turning demand and had simply shut down, short circuited. After agonizing seconds of nothing passed by she ventured to look up at everyone else with a small smile.

A sigh of relief seemed to echo and Hermione felt a small chuckle of silliness slip through her lips.

Then there was an inner-ear-breaking snap and a brilliant flash of light. Everyone crouched down in shock, raising their wands in helplessness. The seconds crawled by until everyone could see past the flashes in their eyes.

They all saw that Hermione was no longer there. Only a singed patch of grass stood where she had moments ago.

There was a eerie silence that did nothing to fill in Hermione's disappearance. Finally Mrs. Weasley turned to her youngest son and asked: "Ronald Bilius Weasley, what did you just do?"

An Ending Note: I'm sorry if this is rude but: FUCK giving a really solid explanation on how Hermione gets back there. I'm bailing out with this crack way. (Also, I don't read much FF, but apparently this is the fault-out for her getting back - lol no originality.) Other than that, let the adventure begin and mind dropping a review on your way out? I am interested if there is interest for this story...