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Hey everyone! Here's a little something I wrote up and actually managed to finish (I can't tell you the number of in-progress fics I've got clogging up my computer. It's sad). But this one was short enough and cooperated enough to be wrapped up and posted. It's not a masterpiece, and most was written in one night, but I like it.

It's been quite a few years since I posted so I can only hope my writing has gotten better. I don't have a beta so I'm sure some of the punctuation and flow could be better. If you're interested in helping me with that let me know. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

This was everything she'd been training for. All the pain and suffering she'd endured would save her future self from the same. And Harry, he would be saved from any more pain and manipulation. Her pain paled in comparison to the lack of love and support he'd grown up with and adversity he faced his whole life. Maybe he could finally have a happy life after she cleaned this mess up.

Watching Pettigrew set up and carry around that disgusting homunculus was probably the hardest part of the whole plan. She wished so much she could just attack them now, damn the consequences, but this was about more than vengeance. This was about saving innocents from facing the horrors of war and watching whole families slaughtered. She could see the faces of those who they lost and that fortified her to stay her hand until the right moment.

She made sure to mentally review every step she'd planned out. Watching Harry's memory of this night was difficult but she'd watched it over and over until she had every last detail memorized. She couldn't afford mistakes this time around. When she knew she was as prepared as possible, with the planning and intense training, she used her stolen time turner and disappeared.

The minutes slowly ticked by but finally the time Harry would arrive drew near. She made sure she was in just the right place before tensing in anticipation. Every breath was ragged as she waited.

Finally, both boys suddenly appeared, Harry losing his footing immediately. Cedric was too surprised to do anything when Pettigrew came into view.

"Kill the spare!"

She'd managed to move Cedric just in time and made it look like he'd been hit. She wanted to save Harry from the pain this and the following acts would cause but knew she needed everything to go just right for the next little bit. At least later he would know that Cedric was still alive.

While she waited for the ritual to begin, she made sure she knew where everywhere she could take cover was. Then she saw the snake move away from Harry and Wormtail and followed. She couldn't kill it since the noise would give the plot away but she'd researched for just this moment. The snake noticed her and moved to strike but she was faster. She used an obscure spell she'd found in a book in the Room of Requirement which caused someone (or something) to freeze as if made of stone. It also left the organs working perfectly fine so the horcrux would remain there until she was able to deal with it. Basically a modified Petrificus Totalis. With the snake striking it gave her a great shot at its mouth where there would be no protective skin to prevent the spell from taking place.

With the snake incapacitated she moved back to where Wormtail was just about to complete the ritual. It would be tricky once Voldemort was up and moving but she'd planned and trained so much that she couldn't do anything but be successful in this venture.

Finally, it was time for the other Death Eaters to make their appearance and Voldy to free Harry for their duel. Once Harry was on his feet with his wand in hand she sent a spell at his leg to set and strengthen it until they were back at the school. Then she loosed her most powerful weapon. A spell she managed to stumble upon in the Room of Requirement that seemed innocuous enough at first but when put in place was her ticket to victory. She cast and time began to slow. The last thing the Death Eaters saw appear was a warrior of a woman, dressed in tight dragonhide armor, with a katana being unsheathed before time stopped. For everyone except Hermione.

She moved like water as she quickly and methodically dispatched every Death Eater after unmasking them. It was a wholly unfair fight but when had Voldemort ever waged war in a fair fashion. This was a slaughter plain and simple. She removed their wand arms before slicing easily through the necks. Katanas may be dangerous alone but, when strengthened with her magic, it cut through flesh like butter.

What had been less than a second for them had been more than enough time for Hermione to finish every last one off with zero remorse. Murderers and rapists deserved none of her precious sympathy. After they had all been taken care of she moved back to Nagini, removed the spell, then sliced the snake in half.

She moved to Wormtail, the only Death Eater standing, made sure to remove his new silver hand and other hand before cauterizing them. Finally, she locked a collar around his neck to prevent the use of magic, especially the animagus transformation. This is one rat that won't be getting away but she had special plans for him.

To finish before the spell gave way, she moved back to Voldemort and removed his wand arm. She knew the prophecy would demand that Harry be the one to completely end Riddle but she would make it much easier for the young man. Seeing that she'd accomplished everything she'd needed to, she allowed the spell to fade. Standing behind Harry, she had a front-row view of when the realization of his missing arm and the intense pain rushed through his mind and body. As the blood flowed liberally, he screamed.

Hermione leaned forward to Harry's ear and whispered, "A reducto should finish him off quite nicely."

He started to move his head to turn but she stopped him. "Cast now, talk later. He won't be distracted for much longer."

Harry paused before lifting his wand and casting directly at Voldemort's torso. A few moments later the wizard formerly known as Tom Marvolo Riddle was no more.

Harry stood in shock for a moment before turning and looking even more stunned if that was possible.

"H-Hermione?" he stuttered looking at the older version of his best friend.

"Yes, Harry. No time to talk at the moment. We'll discuss this later but for now, keep my involvement in this event to yourself and get you and Cedric back to Hogwarts. Accio the trophy to yourself while you hold onto him and you'll be back in a flash. Also, don't speak to Hermione about this. This version of me has no idea what's happening. Time travel can be a wonderful thing you know," she finished with a wink.

He was still looking dazed so she guided him to Cedric so that he could get out of there.

"Come on, Harry, time to get moving. Just let Madam Pomfrey fix you up and I'll be in contact soon. I have a bit of unfinished business to address before everything can be wrapped up. Take care of yourself. And me."

He finally got moving and soon she was left alone in the graveyard surrounded by death and destruction.

xXx

The front page of the Daily Prophet yesterday had been chaotic enough with headlines about Harry's winning and abduction from the tournament but today's brought more shock. There was Peter Pettigrew, long thought dead, trapped in a cage in the middle of Diagon Alley. A sign above the cage read: Here resides Peter Pettigrew. If he's alive then how did Sirius Black murder him? And why aren't there any records of a trial for Sirius Black? Does this mean Sirius Black is innocent of the crimes for which he was thrown into Azkaban but never tried for? If a member of such an old, pureblood family can be thrown into prison without a trial what hope do any of the rest of us hold?

Those lines, along with plenty of provocation from Rita Skeeter, was enough to have the Wizengamot fumbling over themselves to schedule a trial for Pettigrew and Sirius before the public could call for all their heads. Fudge was already on the way out the door after the story broke of his knowledge of Black's innocence a year earlier, as well as his debacle with the dementor and Barty Crouch Jr. the day before. Rita really had the inside scoop on what had happened before, during, and after the TriWizard Tournament. Before Fudge was officially voted out, everyone was trying to heap as much blame on him as possible to stay out the spotlight themselves.

The death of so many purebloods also had the wizarding world in a tizzy and no one knew how to handle it. With Harry's memory of Voldemort's resurrection and death, carefully trimmed so that Hermione's identity wasn't revealed, he couldn't be charged with their deaths. There was also the shock that Voldemort hadn't been truly defeated on that Halloween all those years ago tempered by the joy that he truly was gone this time. The mixture of shock, fear, relief, and joy left most unable to know how to react. Then there were other elements who were terrified that they may be targeted next. Not all of Voldemort's followers had been marked and those that hadn't were worried if they would survive whoever had taken their associates out. And with most of the death eaters from the Wizengamot dead, there was little chance of getting anyone to look closer into who had been the one to help Harry in the graveyard.

She wasn't going to kill everyone who had been an evildoer during her time. She didn't want to be an indiscriminate killer no matter how much she wished to end some of the non-marked people's lives. She did make a list of those that were and left them with people who could keep a close eye on them. She made sure to impress upon them the level of depravity of a few in the accompanying letters.

While the chaos kept everyone's attention, Hermione was still acting to make sure she tied up any loose ends. It was difficult to know if she'd covered everything but she'd tried her best. Her last act before calling it quits was to give letters to the right key players to keep everything moving smoothly. Dumbledore, Sirius, and Madame Bones were just a few. When she'd finished, she made her way to Hogwarts in the dead of night and visited Harry as he was sleeping in the infirmary.

He startled awake before quickly sitting up. She could tell he had been desperately waiting to pepper her with questions.

"Hello, Harry. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," he started but backtracked at the look on Hermione's face. "Well, I'm tired and sore but actually really happy. Sirius' trial is tomorrow and everyone knows he'll be free after. He has to spend some time in a treatment facility to help with some of the damage the dementors did to his head. I'm going to spend time with the Weasleys until he's released but then I can go live with him. He said I never have to go back to the Dursleys!" The happiness shining in his eyes at the statement was beautiful and heartbreaking. Hopefully, he will be able to regain some of the innocence he'd lost over his lifetime.

"That's great Harry. It's all I've wanted for you; to be free from Voldemort and surrounded by your loved ones. I've set a lot of people on paths to help keep anyone else from meddling in your life. There will be times when you'll have to tell people about how unpleasant your time at the Dursleys was or about other bad things that had happened to you. Just make sure to tell them the truth and don't downplay how bad it was. People need to know how badly you were failed and that may help other children down the line. No child should be locked away in a cupboard and treated worse than a house elf."

Harry's cheeks warmed and his eyes teared up so she pulled him into a comforting hug. She heard a sniffle and just rubbed his back as he took comfort.

"You are such a sweet boy, Harry. If I wouldn't have stepped in when I did, this world would have destroyed you. We lost so many and many others never recovered from the war that Voldemort waged. It was worse than his first go-around so that should give you a clue. We were just children and should never have had to experience that and I hope I've managed to spare us that in this new future.

"I know that life has already extracted a toll from you for everything you've gone through but don't let it rule you anymore. Take your studies seriously, don't let Ron's laziness dictate your success. And try to help me study just a smidge less and enjoy the time here at Hogwarts. I know you will do great things one day, someone as caring and loving as you couldn't do anything less, so I just want to make sure you're prepared for any future you choose."

He smiled at her through more tears and hugged her again.

"Thank you, Hermione. For saving us and for taking care of me. I can't tell you how much I appreciate having you in my life."

She just smiled, though tears threatened. "Ok, young man, time for you to go back to sleep. You won't be seeing this version of me again but hopefully, you'll enjoy the happier version of me you get to have in your life. Be happy and enjoy every moment you have with those you love."

She tucked him in, placing a kiss on his forehead, and walked back out. She breathed deeply as she enjoyed the silence of the castle one last time. Her smile was peaceful as she slowly disappeared.

Hey guys! Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. This was something that I was inspired to write while working on another story. It definitely didn't fit into that story but I wanted to showcase a bamf!Hermione. I love stories where she takes matters into her own hands and fixes things.

If you guys liked this then please leave a review. I had an idea to show the letters that Hermione had written but hadn't gotten around to adding to this story. If y'all would be interested let me know and I may add those in another chapter. Make sure to add this story to your alerts if you want more.

Thanks again for reading!