Title: Little Spark of Madness

Hello all here is a new Story I am working on. I can't get this little plot bunny out of my head for some reason. I hope it means you will all enjoy my plot bunny as well. This is probably going to be a long story and I hope to update about once a week at the minimum, I do have work and a life I must attend to as we all do.

This is a time fic. So if you don't like these fics you are warned. 😊

I hope that you enjoy this!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in anyway, that belongs to JK Rowling's. I don't make any money from this either. I just do it for fun :) All original characters are my own, those would be the ones that you don't recognize from the books.

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You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it.

-Robin Williams

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May 2nd, 1998

'In and out, in and out. Breathe. This is not happening. There is still hope.'

That was all that was running through Hermione's head as she tried her hardest to stand back up after being hit in the back with a nasty hex. Glancing down at her side she could see her purple sweater darkening rapidly with what she just knew was her own blood.

Letting her denim jacket fall and cover her wound wiping her bloodied hands on her jeans to hide her injury. Gripping her borrowed wand tightly in her grip she looked forward seeing Harry trying to make his way through the throng of fighting people.

Biting her lower lip as she pulled herself upright and broke into a run for Harry. She briefly glanced around confused as to why she didn't see Ron any longer, 'He was supposed to stay with Harry. Where is he?'

"Protego!" She cried out as she blocked another curse flung her way. Her breath was coming in and out in pained huffs now.

Finally reaching Harry she grabbed onto him, as she tried to settle her breathing. "Harry where is Ron? I can't find him."

Looking at her best friend as he stared back at her with haunted eyes, "He's dead Hermione... Rabastan Lestrange tried to... Ron threw himself in front of me. I must find Voldemort. I need to end this!"

Pushing her welling emotions to the side she nodded her head, "I saw Neville fall as well, and Lavender, Luna, Mrs. Weasley..." Glancing over his shoulder she gripped his arms and roughly pushed him to the ground while falling on top of him as the curse flew over them.

"Agh... That hurt." She murmured knowing that she probably just worsened whatever wound that she had. Looking down at Harry, "Are you alright?"

Swallowing he nodded, but his eyesight was drawn to his hand that has gripped her waist as they fell. Looking at her side from his bloodied hand before glancing at her, "You need to find a place to lay low 'Mione, I can't lose you too."

She gave a weak, but quick smile as she focused on his green eyes. "I know you don't like hearing it, but you're the important one Harry. Not me. It is our job to get you to Him. Now let's go find Him and end this Harry."

Grabbing his shirt, she pulled him behind her as they made their way through the fighting people, there were so many dead, she had to turn away as she watched a dead eater kill a crying first year in the middle of the field. There was nothing that could have been done at that moment.

As they walked quickly over the Hogwarts grounds their shoes sloshed in the muddy ground, made wet by the blood of others.

Suddenly there was a manic laughter and she turned to see Voldemort himself along with Bellatrix Lestrange standing behind them, glancing at Harry as Hermione pushed Harry behind her as Voldemort spoke, "So the Mudblood survived, did she?" Turning his head slightly in Bellatrix's direction, "Make ssure sshe doessn't ssssurvived again…."

At that moment Bellatrix raised Hermione's own wand at her grinning manically as if this was the best day of her life. "Crucio!"

Hermione tried blocking it however it was pointless as she dropped to the ground screaming in agony feeling as if her very bones were being turned into molten lava.

Harry pointed his wand from Voldemort to Bellatrix who had not yet dropped the curse, "Flipendo!"

As Bellatrix was thrown back her curse on Hermione was broken and Harry rushed to her side gripping her hand in his. "It is over Hermione, just breathe!" Hermione just laid there still shaking from the aftereffects from the curse and her other injuries. Tears falling freely from her eyes.

"Go ahead and keep your Mudblood clossse Potter. One last ssspell and it will all be over! Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort grinned as he outstretched his wand to the pair on the ground in front of him.

Everything transpired so swiftly, Harry clung to Hermione's hand tightly knowing he was too exhausted to stop anything that Voldemort would throw at him as he attempted to cover her prone figure with his own as best he could as best he could. He only hoped that Hermione wouldn't suffer more than she already had. They, no he had failed to kill Nagini; This was a lost battle.

Harry brandished his wand from his place kneeing in the bloodied mud as Voldemort threw the curse. Harry met his curse with the first thing he could think of, "Expelliarmus!", but the brilliant green light enveloped both Harry and Hermione.

Harry fell to the ground next to Hermione with a sickening thud.

The light quickly left both of their eyes as the death eaters cries of victory overcame everything else. The two of them clinging to each other, their hands still entwined. Harry's wand arm lying limply over her as if holding her in their death.

It was over.

The Light had lost.

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Both Hermione and Harry blinked their eyes as they looked around them. The street was completely void of people and filled with a heavy fog.

Harry couldn't feel anything other than Hermione's hand still clench in his own. "Hermione…. Where are we?"

Shaking slightly as she tried to escape the tingling feeling over her body, "I think this is Diagon Alley… But… We died, didn't we? All I could feel was pain and then…. nothing. I don't feel any pain Harry."

The two walked down the middle of the empty road hand in hand in silence until they got to the barren Leaky Cauldron. There was a tall figure facing away from them both before slowly turning to face them again.

Albus Dumbledore.

"Ah. Right on time." Dumbledore smiled as his blue eyes twinkled down at Harry and Hermione. He was standing before them in long purple robes with stars along the bottom, his long beard tied with a small ribbon that tinkled as he walked. He looked as if he'd never died.

Hermione frowned and Harry tilted his head to the side watching as Hermione was becoming frazzled in her thoughts before she began to belt out question after question. "On time? For what Sir? What happened? Was there a last minute port-a-key somewhere? Did we die? Why are in Diagon Alley? Is there a safe house here?"

The old man just smiled at the two young adults that had battled so hard, for so long. The twinkle in his eye was still there, as if they hadn't just lost a thirty-year war. "Why are we in Diagon Alley. Hum, that is an excellent question my dear, you both desired this setting for our meeting. If I had to speculate I would say you desired this place because is the first magical place that either of you experienced. Your first experience with a new world of magic. A place special to you both I would assume.

He paused briefly before nodding his head, a sullen expression crossed his face. Speaking in a factual tone, "To answer your question you are both dead Hermione. Unfortunately, Tom won the war it seems." His voice turned to a more optimistic tone as he continued, "However, now you both have a choice to make. One you both will need to make together; your lives have been intertwined since your first year. This is just another path that the pair of you will need to make, as one."

Hermione was glancing around at the buildings. She'd gotten her wand here, Crookshanks, the first time she'd seen a broom. She remembered feeling pure joy being here the first time. Seeing magic and knowing that she wasn't a freak, that she wasn't alone. She was more excited to be here than she'd ever felt in her life. When he mentioned a choice she perked up, "A choice Headmaster? Can we go back?"

He smiled as he peered down at the two over his spectacles, "Always an eager one Miss Granger. You have two paths that you can choose from. The choice to move on. You both have seen horrors that no one should ever see, let alone someone as young both were. Certainly no one would fault for wishing to move on in peace. You gave everything, friends, family, right down to your very lives."

He nodded to Hermione as she looked down remembering her parents, they would never remember her again. They wouldn't even be able to know that she had died, no one to mourn her being killed. Her adopted family had mostly been killed and more than likely the rest killed after Harry and she had been killed.

Harry had lost everyone, everyone but Hermione who was still at his side. She was always at his side, and he couldn't help the small smile when he looked at her. She was the sister he'd never had, blood be damn.

Dumbledore kindly smiled down at the two as he continued, "Or there is a second choice. The choice of more pain. Your guess was mostly correct Miss Granger. The choice to go back. Live again. Fight again. For Life can be happiness and joy, while at the same time pain and agony as you both already know. You would also have the chance to have a new life, and a new future."

Harry looked to Hermione squeezing her hand before looking back to Dumbledore, "I can't speak for Hermione, but if we went back to the battle. Would we even have a chance? It didn't look good. Most people had died already, I failed. I never even killed Nagini."

Hermione looked up waiting for an answer to Harry's question. They had both lost so much. So many people killed. She reached down grabbing her scarred arm, she could feel that horrible word etched into her skin.

Dumbledore nodded his head gravely, his eyes no longer held their normal twinkle as he clasped his hands in front of him. "I am afraid that sending you back to that battle field would only result in you being brought here again. Immediately, I do believe. Harry, you didn't fail. We all did. A war cannot be fought by one person, no matter the prophecy. You may have been the chosen one Harry, but we were meant to pave the way for you."

Shaking her head, she looked away from the cobblestone road and empty shops back up to her former Headmaster, "I am sorry Headmaster, but why go back if there is no chance? Only to die again immediately? What good would that do?"

The headmaster pursed his lips and shook his head ever to slightly, "You would be able to help. That is, you will be able to help from where or should I say when I return the two of you. I assure you. You would just need to remember everything you both have learned. Dates, deaths, horcruxes, people…." He sighed seeing the confusion of his two ex-students.

Walking towards them he raised his hands to slip one around each of the younger pairs shoulders, "Mr. Potter and Miss Granger, the two of you have always been close. I find it hard to remember a time when you weren't looking out for one another. You are so much more than just friends, or even the best of friends. You are each other's family, siblings. Which is why I am asking this of both of you and not just one or the other. Will you both go back and help us?"

Smiling down at them the skin around his eyes crinkled in their merry way. "The greatest things can be done with love at your side. I know that together the two of you can change the outcome of this horrible war."

Hermione worried her bottom lip between her teeth, "Change the outcome Sir? I am sorry, I just don't understand how we can do that. Will we have help?"

Harry looked at Hermione smiling briefly knowing that her mind was working overtime, he'd seen the look on her face a million times. "Hermione… forget the details. Forget the how. If you could change it. Would you? For the people left behind? I know I would."

Hermione considered his words as he stared in his eyes. Dipping her head, "To save people, you know I would do anything. Until the end, and even then."

Still gripping hands both looked to Dumbledore once more as Harry spoke, "So what is the plan Sir?"

Dumbledore just smiled and raised his hand to the side as a doorway appeared in the wall of a building, "Just step through the door, but don't let go of each other. Oh, and Miss Granger, Mr. Potter you may notice a change in your eyes when you get where you are going. Regrettably once you are touched by the Avada Kedavra, it will always stay with you. Don't be alarmed by it. And most of all Good Luck, we are all behind you."

Hermione and Harry gripped each other's hand tightly as they stepped to the threshold of the door, glancing up they could see different ruins that even Hermione had never seen before.

With their free hands, they both reached for the door handle at the same time. Suddenly there was a bright light that encompassed them both fully and then nothing.

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