Reyna Cybele Black did everything she could for her brothers. She wondered, if maybe one day, they would see that too. [Warnings include: rape, abuse, cussing (is that even a warning?) dark stuff. Not all the time, every minute of the day, but hey, it's there. It might trigger someone. Y'all should know.]

Hermione dies. And is then transported back to the Marauder's Era.

She was born on a spring night in May. They called her reckless and crazy and a little insane but she knew they loved her anyways. OC/Self-Insert, if you haven't guessed already.

They found her on the grounds, her hair splayed out on the grass, blood seeping through her fingers, staining the ground a pretty red. She was beautiful there, sprawled across the dirt, her face pale—freckles on the bridge of her nose—her eyes half-closed, hiding whiskey pools—her breath rising her chest, bleeding through the fabric of her blue sweater. (This one was his.)

Sort of AU. A little Hermione Granger is found running away from a couple of dangerous people. Her only hope-well, it's the Marauders, of course.