While my middle names initials are J.K. , Rowling is not my last name, and therefore I don't own anything Harry potter related. If I did, this would be in a bookstore not a online website. Wrackspurts included.

This is my first fanfiction :D

The 22 year old, 23 legally in ministry documents after third year, raced through the forest. Her curly brown hair pulled back into a high ponytail flying behind her. Air rushing past her jumper and jeans almost painted onto her body. Her arms pumped quickly as she nimbly ran over the forest ground, leaping from fallen branch to fallen branch. The death eaters behind her getting closer and closer, but she needn't worry as the anti-apparition line also got closer and closer. The edge of the line at the edge of a cliff, which was an almost vertical plummet into a body of water, too high to survive without knowing the depth of water at the bottom. She turned on the spot to see the five death eaters. All unmasked as they had no reason to be masked anymore. The farthest to the left stood with a cocky smirk, wand pointed at her. Rabastian Lestrange, the last of the Lestranges even if he didn't know it. Beside him stood a pale faced Draco Malfoy, his wand shaking slightly as it pointed to the spot between her eyes. In the middle stood Nott senior. His eyes raked up and down her slim figure. To his left, Hermione's right stood Fenrir Greyback. Lips pulled back into a snarl as he undressed her with his eyes. Next to him and lastly in the line of five stood the boy, well man she supposed now, mark. . Marc. . Marcus... Marcus Flint. That was it. He smirked at her, thinking he would get to turn in the most wanted muggleborn number one.

Her lips slid up slightly. She could, of course, blast them all. But was it worth putting the book in danger. Nope.

They slid in as if to grab her. She gave a smile, a wink, and then jumped. Swinging her legs over her head and back down the side of the cliff, her shield charm broken. The jump was rather easy after all the time she had trained her body to its best. They all peered over the side of the cliff to see her body rushing down. She gave a wiggle of her fingers then rolled and flashed out of sight.

The twenty two, legally twenty three, year old landed gracefully on the entrance, balancing on her feet. She leaned down and pressed her hand onto the manhole cover. With a slight click the cover disappeared. She slid down before landing nimbly in the room they had made the sewer into.

The room was rather small, her head just brushing the top of the ceiling. Empty also. Although it's not as though they would need to live there.

She strolled over to the trunk, almost invisible in darkness. It wouldn't have been noticeable if she hadn't been looking specifically for the trunk with its runes decorating it. Strong notice-me-not charms and other hiding charms kept it hidden in the shadows.

Lifting the lid she climbed in, using the ladder pressed to the side. A flick of her wrist and the lid slammed shut, echoing deep into the trunk. The ladder ended in the tiny entrance hallway. She peeled off her jumper and hung it on a hook, revealing the black muggle tank top underneath.

She headed through the males bedrooms, giving a quick nod to Harry as he laid in one of the beds. He nodded in return before quickly groaning in pain. Passing through the female's bedrooms and the command center before stopping in the back room, the library.

She sauntered through, dropping the book that had taken so much effort to get on the table, making the man and woman sitting at the table jump at the sudden thud.

She eyed the two sitting across from her carefully as she sat down. On her left sat the one teacher she liked the least throughout her years at Hogwarts, Severus Snape sat, looking at her with a slight sneer as a book lay on his lap forgotten. His hair looked as greasy as ever and his sallow skin looked pale in contrast to the purple bags under his eyes. On her right sat someone that still pained her to look at. Ginny Weasley. The auburn hair shinned in the dim lights, reminding her painfully of her lost friends.

Ron had been killed in one of the scuffles a month and a half ago but it still ached to see the Weasley hair. Although she had Ron to thank for the brilliant idea of what they were doing.

"Come on. Up." growled a twenty year old Hermione, poking the sleeping Ron. He was still not use to getting up at sunrise even though he has been forced to do it for over two years now.

"What now?" he asked, half asleep and the other half exasperated.

"We need to plan, the last idea has a big hole in it now." she said, tapping her foot, trying to not let emotions through.

Their last plan was brilliant. Lavender brown, who they just found out that her animagus form is a chipmunk after a month of straight work on it, would be heading into the death eaters camp the figure out where the last horcrux, Nagini, is.

Sadly, the moment she figured out where Nagini was, Nagini sort of, swallowed her, whole.

The idea still made bile rise to her throat so woman started mentally listing the best spells to give you an advantage in a battle to distract herself.

She shook her head, curls tumbling about, and gave Ron's far shoulder a pull, perhaps too strong of a pull as he tumbled out of bed, hitting the ground roughly.

"Mmh, let's just... I don't know, go back in time or something, I'm no help and such meetings so let me sleep. "He mumbled, then rolled underneath the cot and fell asleep.

Her heart still ached for him, before she quickly stopped herself before dwelling on it, this would fix everything. She flipped through the ancient tome before stopping at one of the recipes. Turning the book around she pointed to the recipe for the others to read.

"It will be a pain to make but, and if, it works we could stand a chance." said Hermione, smiling grimly.

The book looked ancient. Parchments yellowing with the preservation charms wearing off, pealing corners, brittle pages, words written in blood. The book was from the restricted section of the Hogwarts library, it was the book beside 'most potente potions', the book she had tricked Lockhart into letting her take out.

The directions took up the full page front and back. Written in tiny blood red cursive writing.

"Is this necessary?" hissed Ginny, glaring at the tome. Since first year she kept away from books unless strictly necessary, especially any and all from the restricted section, and never would step foot in the black library.

"Unless you think Harry is capable of killing Voldie, we'll have to kill him before the prophecy, when his killer has open dibs." said Hermione impatiently.

"Best get started now then." said Severus, standing up and pushing his chair back, summoning the ingredients out the bag he had packed when he left Hogwarts to be 'dead'.

During the 'final' battle, Severus imperio'd Rodolphus lestrange, took all his hair, gave him polyjuice potion, and then sent him off to be killed.

Now, since Severus has been 'dead' for three years, he has to keep out of sight. Although he has been filling in as Rodolphus at death eater meetings, who's the leader in finding the resisting people.

It took twelve weary hours straight but they finished the potion. Alternating who would keep watching and reading the directions, who would add the ingredients, and who would use the bathroom, read, or look after Harry.

Harry has been lying in that bed for about two years. He had been hit by two irreversible dark curses. The first curse slowly disintegrates him from toes to head. He now has no legs or finger tips. The second curse is the reason he isn't in the room helping. The more he thinks the faster any previous curses on him work.

It had happened during a raid. Hermione had been captured by a traitor to the order and brought to one of the death eater camps.

Just like the muggle Hitler, there were camps all over England, Scotland, and most of Wales. They took turns crucio'ing Muggleborns, muggles, and some half-bloods. The muggles were all confused, having never known magic before. The secrecy was gone and any muggles who could flee, fled the country. In the camps they were forced to eat each other, have the cruciatus curse on them for hours, raped, and like gladiators in Rome, fight to the death against each other and other animals.

Harry had found Hermione first and quickly ran to her. Forgetting about anything else. The two curses came at him then before she quickly got them to safety.

Hermione didn't talk about what had happened to anyone. No one asked her about what had happened either. Ignoring the many words etched into her body everywhere, ignoring the brands of the dark mark on her flesh.

One ingredient left, blood of the time travelers.

"10 drops of blood willingly given." said Hermione, glancing up at Ginny from where she was reading the directions. Ginny was standing by the door, staring at Harry, daydreaming before Hermione spoke.

She glanced at Hermione and gave her a pleading look." I really, can't go back, I couldn't leave Harry."

Hermione closed her eyes to think before nodding her head, "alright." she nodded, knowing this would've probably happened.

Hermione rolled up the hem of her robes and took the sacrificial knife, carefully retracing the 'I' from DIRT, engraved on her palm. 10 beads of blood dripped in before yanking her arm back and tracing the wound with her wand, sealing up the flesh.

The potion started to bubble and the entire cauldron seemed to shake, the potion violently changing colors before settling on Avada K green.

The potion itself was incredibly dangerous. All blood potions are. The potion was supposedly from time and fate itself. If they thought your intentions for its usage were noble then they kept the potion from exploding, if not, any and all helpers with the potion would drop dead.

The potion suddenly stopped rocking back and forth and the cauldron stood still. The trio glanced around at each other, seeing if someone would drop.

After five minutes of standing still, Ginny let out a squeal and tackled Hermione. Hermione smiled and even Snape had to stop scowling. Fate and time would weave Hermione into some time in the past.

And with that they all went to sleep, a little more light hearted then when they woke up.

She woke at 6 o'clock, chest rising and falling heavily from the nightmares that had come through her occlemency shields during the night. "Might as well not waste any time." she mumbled to herself, and slowly got up, stretching herself before her muscles could lock up and start a crucio induced spasm.

She quickly headed into the library and started to read. Everything from Hogwarts: a history to the Weasley twins notes on everything they made and how to make them.

The twins had given the books of pranks and how they made their objects to the order after both their deaths. And to be honest they were quite useful.

Soon enough everyone, well Ginny, Severus and Hermione, gathered in the library.

"Now then, wherever you end up, try not to freak out to much as we don't know the time or place." said Ginny. Hermione rolled her eyes ruefully but nodded in agreement.

They quickly set up how the book said the potion was to be taken. In a circle of runes, drink potion, then be killed within the next 7 minutes.

Hermione glanced up at Severus for this, silently asking if he could fire the killing spell. He nodded and they got to work on the rune circle.

After two hours of setting up, double and triple checking they were ready. Hermione took her spot in the center of the runes. Ginny passed her the potion reluctantly and she smiled grimly. Like a shot she quickly drained the acidic potion before tossing the glass out of the circle then turned to face Severus and nodded. The green bolt flew out of his wand and she had to concentrate to not jump out of the way, letting it hit her right above her left eyebrow.

The spell seemed to go through her skin, hit the bone, and vibrated to her very core, shaking the potion around in her stomach. It felt like an invisible hand took the potion and put it through her blood stream.

Ginny watched as, once the spell hit her, she started to glow. A bright avada k. Green swirled with white. She started to hover and spinning. Suddenly it stopped, and she dropped. Through the runes and into void went her body.

Hermione ached, her muscles burned, her legs felt like jello, and her brain was pounding with her heart. Then it all stopped, a moment of piece, before felt the swooping sensation of being dropped, and instead of hitting the floor, she sunk through and then felt nothing.

She found herself surrounded in whiteness, no floor, no ceiling, and no walls. Then a person appeared before her.

She stood with sea blue eyes shining, hungrily examining. Her hair looked like the sunshine and her skin, almost blending in with the surrounding whiteness. She was dressed in a pure white robe that hung down and covered both her wrists and any footwear.

"Welcome, to the place that few mortals have visited," she spoke with a soft, almost musical voice.

"Excuse me but who are you?" I asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace that the woman's body seemed to release.

"You make call me Faea. I was chosen to come and inform you of the fates bidding." She said, calming blinking which showed off her full dark eyelashes and ocean blue eyes. "You're reason to disturb us has been accepted, if I ever feel that you need to know something, I will visit you in your dreams." she said, before blending in with all the whiteness and leaving Hermione alone.

"But wait what if I need to contact you?" Hermione called out.

No answer could be heard as she fell backwards and her memory had no idea what happened next.

First chapter done :D

Reviews would be nice, just so I know someone is actually reading it.

The next chapters won't be posted soon i'm afraid as I'm in school and with that comes work, which I should probably be doing right now.

I hope you enjoy it as this is my first fanfiction.

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