Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Unfortunately, nor do I own Sirius Black or any other character for that matter.

Throughout the rise and fall of Voldemort, there had been many casualties. Every person in the Wizarding world of England had lost a loved one or at least someone they knew. Hermione thought back to all the innocent people that she had come to know and love that had died at the hands of Voldemort and his death eaters. She silently grieved for the families that had been torn apart because of it. She thought of her best friend Harry, who had lost almost everybody he'd ever cared about but had still remained the strongest person she knew. She mourned for the losses of Lily and James Potter, who had never seen their son grow up. She yearned to see the face of Sirius Black, a man she had come to love so very dearly. Her heart ached for Remus Lupin, who had just fallen dead to the ground before her eyes.

She was bought out of her momentary trance when she saw Amycus Carrow casting the Cruciatus curse at Harry. She jumped over the body of Bellatrix LeStrange and cast a powerful shield charm over her and Harry before the curse had time to hit him. Harry spoke in a rushed, flat tone. "Hermione, I need you to do something for me. But no matter what, I need you promise that you will leave me here to defend myself." A lone tear fell onto her cheek, she couldn't bring herself up to meet his eyes. "Promise!" He yelled forcefully, this time phrasing the word as a demand rather than a request. She didn't want to argue with Harry at this point in time. She nodded her head slowly. "Run to Dumbledore's office. There's a letter on his desk that he told me to give to you. Don't look back. Just protect yourself and do everything in your power to get up there. Be careful. I love you Hermione." He smiled weakly at her, knowing what he would be met with as soon as she dropped the shield charm – death. She let her defenses fall, in order to leave. "Stupefy!" She screamed and the charm hit Carrow, square in the chest.

She ran faster than she ever believed to be possible, throwing stunning charms and disarming spells as she went along. She couldn't help but get hit with a sectumsempra right down her leg, but she healed it quickly leaving in its wake a deep scar. She had made it safely to the top of the stairs when she heard the icy voice of Voldemort screaming "Avada Kedavra" in the courtyard. A chill swept over her, consuming her whole body and she heard the unmistakable shriek of Ginny Weasley. "No, how could you? Harry!" Hermione felt her knees buckle underneath her and she had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming and crying out. If she hadn't have left him down there, he may not be dead right now. It was all her fault. Her best friend was dead because she had gone against everything inside her that had told her to stay there and fight, because her loyalties lied with her friends and she'd wanted to assist Harry however she could. She fought against all her instincts to go back down to the courtyard, knowing that the battle would still resume until everybody was dead. Harry had asked something of her, it was the only way she could help now. It would be of no use to anybody if she went back down and got herself killed. Tears fell freely from her eyes, but she didn't stop running.

She reached the gargoyle outside Dumbledore's office, unsure of what the password was. She started yelling the names of well-loved wizarding sweets and beverages. Feeling ready to give up, she yelled "Brewed butterbeer" and the gargoyle moved aside. A wave of relief washed over her. She had already completed half of what Harry had asked of her. She ran over to her old Headmaster's desk where she saw a red envelope clearly labeled 'Hermione'. She took no time in ripping the envelope open to read its content. Even through blurred tears she recognized the neat cursive writing that had been in letters addressed to Harry quite a bit throughout their time at Hogwarts – Dumbledore's. She began to read the letter.

Dearest Hermione,

It is with great sadness that I say, if you are reading this, Harry has realized and come to terms with the fact that he is soon to die or quite possibly already has. I have a task for you. I understand you may not wish to complete it, but I must implore that you do. If you do not, you will stay in a time where Voldemort will rule over England and quite possibly the world. I shudder to think of a world like that regardless of whether I am living in it or not. I would not even wish that upon my greatest enemy. I decided many months ago that whilst I may believe in Harry wholeheartedly to bring the final downfall of Tom, I couldn't count on the fact that he would defeat him for good. This is where you come in. I know you to be kind, sweet, rational and understanding in nature, which makes you perfect for the job. I have invented a spell that will allow you to travel back in time. I need you to try your very best and fix things so that Voldemort will not rule and conquer England. I have already decided where you will go and in what time period. It is embedded in the spell already. When you get there, please do come and find me. But I have to tell you; there is no reversing the spell. Once it is done, it is done. To use the spell, you must whisper the incantation 'accimpeme intempore' three times then whirl your wand around yourself.

Good luck my dear girl.

Yours faithfully,

Albus Dumbledore.

Hermione smiled inwardly. She had always known Dumbledore to be wise beyond belief and even with everything that had happened, Dumbledore had managed to come through for her once again. She couldn't help but let pride wash over her as she realized that Dumbledore had chosen her, Hermione Granger, to complete the task. He hadn't asked anybody else to do it but her. He had put his complete faith in her, just as Harry had that she could fix things for not only her friends, but also the world. She smiled to herself truly knowing that she was a Gryffindor at heart. She followed the instructions and felt her legs fall from underneath her.

Hermione couldn't tell what happened next. She lost all of her bearings and was unable to distinguish where, what and who she was. She felt herself being twisted, pulled and shoved as she moved back through time. She was sure that she would be stuck in a place that could only be compared to as Limbo. After what felt like eternity, Hermione regained consciousness and felt herself hit hard earth with a thud. She felt physically sick, ready to keel over at any given moment. The pain Hermione felt was so immensely strong, that she closed her eyes and let her body succumb to the thing she needed most in this world: sleep.

A/N: Hi everyone, thanks for reading the first chapter of my story. Please, please, please review. This is the first time I've ever put up a story for others to read and regardless of whether the feedback is good or bad, I would love to know what you think.