A/N: Hello and welcome to this fic! I've been going through this story to give it a good editing the past few months. While it's not perfect, I think that the clean up will make it much easier to read. That being said, when reading through this a second time, I have to admit that the original bones of the story leave much to be desired in terms of character development, pacing and plot. I may come back a third time to do a real re-write, which would hopefully fix some of the most glaring issues. So, please read this with a grain of salt...there might be spots were things seem out of character or even a bit silly. It's not very deep. Anyways, I hope that you enjoy it for what it is.

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Hermione shot up in bed, clutching her chest hoping to calm her pounding heart. She'd just woken up from a horrible, terrible dream. In it, she had stayed in the library after hours and accidentally fell asleep there, making her miss breakfast and late for potions. Snape had threatened to give her a Troll grade if she helped Neville in class, and to make everything worse, her potion had actually exploded because she was so frazzled.

At least it was just a dream, she thought to herself.

Opening her eyes, Hermione became acutely aware that she was not in her bed, or even in Gryffindor tower. Everything around her was pink and frilly, trimmed with cream lace. Panic quickly set in when she cataloged all of the places she could be and none of them matched the pretty pretty princess room she was in. Before she knew what was happening, she let out a high pitched scream at the top of her lungs.

Needing to get a hold of herself, she forced herself to stop screaming. She tried to take a deep breath to calm herself, but she lost control of it and started hyperventilating. Hermione had tears streaming down her face, and could hear two pairs of footsteps running towards the room. She watched helplessly as the door was blasted off the hinges and two people ran into the room - a young man and woman. Not caring who they were, though she should probably have been more cautious if they were her captors, she shouted at them. "Where am I?! This isn't my room! Why am I here?"

The young man let out a deep breath, only to run a hand down his face. "Oh, is that all Hermione? I promised you that we would have your room redecorated as soon as we found someone proper to do the design. You don't have to act like such a spoiled little brat about it!" he finished his rant with a little huff.

Hermione looked up at the pair with wide eyes. "Who are you?" she asked, feeling utterly confused. The young man looked irritated with her, which made her want to explain further. "No, I am serious, I mean, this actually isn't my room. I have never seen this room before in my life. Please, who are you people? Will one of you please tell me what is going on?"

"Hermione?" the young woman asked, concern in her eyes. "Don't you recognize your own brother and sister?"

The sound in the room began to fade away, drown out by the rushing of blood in her ears. Hermione began to feel a bit dizzy and tried to process what the woman was telling her, something she knew couldn't possibly be true. The last conscious thought that she had before she fainted was the young man suggesting that they should call a healer.

It was a few days since Hermione had woken up in a strange bed in a strange room in a strange house. She still had no idea how she had gotten where she was, but Druella had explained some things to her.

Druella was apparently her older sister. They had spent a long time pouring over their family tapestry together, trying to get Hermione to remember her past. Hermione hadn't been able to focus on anything other than the date that was meant to be her birthdate.

The healer had suggested that because of the traumatic event that had taken place just a month before, Hermione had decided to slip into a dream world to help her cope with the loss.

The loss was of her father, Evan Rosier, who had died earlier that year. However, after talking to Druella, it didn't seem that the event was a very sad one. It seemed as though her "father" was somewhat of a tyrant and exhibited the exact behavior she would expect from a stuffy old pureblood.

Her father had come over from France, where the Rosiers were a thriving noble pureblood family. Wanting to assimilate to the English wizarding world, her father had courted and married a lesser known English pureblood daughter, Dahlia Merryweather. They were not married long before Dahlia had given birth to their first child, Druella. Unhappy with a girl child for an heir, her father demanded Dahlia bear him a son, and she did, two years later, giving birth to Evan Rosier Junior. Although her father had apparently never forgiven her for it, her own mother had died during childbirth with Hermione. It was mostly his fault however, not giving Dahlia's body time to recover from the birth of Evan. Her brother and her were born less than a year apart - Irish twins - and the healers had warned against it greatly. Dahlia had paid for it in blood.

The three Rosier children had never received much affection from their father, and they had bonded over it during their younger years. The siblings still had a tight bond even as they transitioned into adulthood. Druella was particularly upset with him when their father had betrothed her to Cygnus Black III, whom she had been married two for just over two years. She had just given birth to her first child, Bellatrix.

Druella often brought Bellatrix over to visit Hermione while they were helping her recovering for her episode. Hermione was loath to hold the baby, but since Druella had been so kind and so fond of her, Hermione found it in her to coo and kiss her niece. It was hard to separate the baby from the witch she would someday grow up to be.

When looking at her siblings, Hermione could tell that they were all related. All three of them had curl to their hair, and while Hermione and Evan's hair was a caramel brown, Druella was a beautiful blonde, a color which Narcissa Black would inherit in a few years. Druella seemed to have a better handle on the curls, not having the wild quality that Hermione's had.

The most perplexing problem of this entire situation was that Hermione suddenly found herself in the year 1944. And about to start her seventh year with Evan. She had previously gone to Beauxbatons - Hermione was relieved that she her muggle parents insisted she be fluent in French - but in light of her father's death, she had wanted to come home to be closer to her family. Now she begged that they send her back to Beauxbatons, so that she wouldn't have to face Hogwarts, but Evan wouldn't budge, citing her delicate state. It was obvious that he wanted to look over

She was glad that she would know no one but Evan at Hogwarts, because it was hard enough lying pretending that she knew her own "family". She didn't want to have to do it with "friends" as well. Plus, she knew that Hogwarts had the best library around, so it might have something to help her figure out how she got into this mess in the first place.

Hermione still had no idea how she got to this time. Something must have happened in the library, maybe some dark magic from one of the books in the restricted section? She didn't know how it had happened but once she got to a proper library, she would find out once and for all what really had happened. For now she was content to just sit in the Rosier library and read up on her courses this fall, something that had shocked her siblings. Although Hermione Rosier had gotten adequate grades in the past, she hadn't been as studious as Hermione Granger was.

Today she was sitting out at a desk in the garden, shaded by the trellis that grew overhead, to protect her porcelain features from too much sunlight. She had consented to watch baby Bellatrix so that her sister could go into town to visit with some friends from Hogwarts. Druella lived with Cygnus at Black Manor, but she had been staying with her and Evan a lot due to Hermione's situation.

Druella was extremely fond of Hermione and never approved of the way their father had tried to use his daughters as pawns. Druella had been married off, but luckily for Hermione, her father had never accepted a marriage contract before his death. Although Druella had grown affectionate with Cygnus, she had been miserable for a long while before and after marrying him. If Hermione were to be married off now, it would be at Evan's bidding, something Druella severely discouraged her brother from doing.

Bellatrix gave out a small little cry and Hermione sighed. Picking up the baby before she could let out a full volume wail, Hermione thought about the small girl. She supposed that she shouldn't judge the baby on the woman she would become. Hermione had never given it much thought, but how could something so adorable later grow to become so evil? It was obvious that something had happened in Bellatrix's life that had affected her.

Well, that was easy - Lord Voldemort and dark magic.

Adjusting to the magic of the time was a little difficult for Hermione. Afterall, Voldemort had never lived yet, and they were still in the height of Grindelwald's terror. While Evan never performed dark magic in her presence, he definitely had done somethings that would have been on the dark gray end of the spectrum in her time. It didn't seem out of place here though.

While Bellatrix had settled down and began playing with Hermione's hair with her chubby little fists, Evan had sneaked up to her little oasis in the garden. "I see you are becoming more comfortable with Bella," he said, conversationally.

"I just wasn't used to holding a baby before," Hermione lied. Evan nodded in understanding, holding out his arms to take the baby. While Bellatrix didn't want to give up the entrancing piece of hair, she eventually relented her hold, and settled quietly into Evan's arms.

"Just be careful that you don't coddle her too much," he said, softly, before settling the baby back into her crib. Hermione scoffed at the idea. She was hardly coddling Bellatrix - in her opinion she was giving the little girl less affection than she should. "Still, it is clear that you will make an excellent mother someday, Hermione," Evan sighed, before getting to his real point. "Cygnus will be joining Druella tonight for dinner at our house tonight. He will be bringing his cousin, Orion. He is in our year in Slytherin."

"Oh, that's what this is about..." Hermione trailed off, things becoming clearer for her. He wanted her to start thinking about "settling down" with some nice pureblood boy that he approved of. He was certainly filling his - their - father's shoes quickly. "And will any of your other friends from school be joining us this evening?"

"Well, yes, Edward Nott and Albert Dolohov," he answered, not sounding even a bit guilty about it.

Hermione scoffed.

"Hermione, I know you are still shaken up about father's death and everything, but you really need to start thinking about settling down and securing a future for yourself when you graduate. I just wanted to let you know that you must behave at dinner tonight. I know you have had some extra sass lately, but I will not tolerate it tonight. Do not think about shaming this family." His stern face crumpled and the corners of his lips turned up in a smile. "I just want to make sure my baby sister is well protected," he said, tucking a curl behind her ear. "Now, go change into an appropriate day dress so that I can take you to Diagon Alley to get your new uniform and books and anything else you might need. I will get Bellatrix ready."

Hermione and Evan had been permitted to go to Hogwarts so that she could be sorted early. Evan had wanted to spare her the embarrassment of being put on display during the Sorting Ceremony, and this was one thing she happened to agree with her brother about. She couldn't imagine standing in the line of nervous first years. Dippet had allowed it as apparently the Rosiers we're very generous donors to the school.

It hadn't taken the Sorting Hat very long to place her in Ravenclaw, a completely opposite experience to when she had been a first year and nearly ended in a hatstall. When she expressed her confusion to the Hat at not being placed in Gryffindor, it cryptically responded that "Hermione Granger was a Gryffindor, but Hermione Rosier is a Ravenclaw." The hat at least gave her some hope, if it recognized the existence of Hermione Granger.

While Evan seemed a little upset that Hermione hadn't ended up in Slytherin, it seemed that Ravenclaw was still a perfectly acceptable house for a Rosier.

That was how she ended up in the clothing shop in Diagon Alley, looking through numerous white blouses. The Hogwarts uniform of the 40s was much different than that of the 90s. For one, the skirt was a gray skirt was fitted through her hips, but that came to flare past her knees. Hermione worried it so tight that it would be a little difficult to walk in, but she could agree that it made for an attractive silhouette. Druella had given her black kitten heels and nylons to wear every day, and told her she would be on the cutting edge of fashion with the shoes. She wore a white blouse with either a blue Ravenclaw cardigan or sweater vest, with no tie for the girls' uniform. Once Hermione had enough clothes in Evan's regard, they headed to the bookstore.

Hermione was beyond giddy at the prospect of buying as many books as she could squeeze out of Evan, knowing that this would be the one area she was willing to exploit the love he held for his little sister. She was also very curious to see how the curriculum had changed throughout the years. She was gracing 1944 with the first genuine smile since she had arrived nearly two weeks ago.

When they entered the building they heard a sound of surprise, and a young man approached them. "Why Evan, I know it hasn't been that long ago since I've seen you. How is it possible that you have a wife AND a new baby? Have you been keeping secrets from your fellow Slytherins?"

Hermione turned, fully regarding the young man, and all breath escaped her. Not only was he extraordinarily handsome, but she realized, dread sinking into her gut, that she knew him. Though she'd never seen him in person like Harry or Ginny, with his coiffed black hair and blue eyes, Hermione knew that there was no mistaking him. Here, standing in the flesh before her, was Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort. She couldn't believe hat she had forgotten the possibility that she could run into him. She held his most loyal follower in her arms and was now panicking.

Evan's hearty laugh anchored her and kept her world from spinning out of control. "Oh no, Tom. This is my younger sister, Hermione. She had previously attended Beauxbatons, but will be joining Hogwarts this fall. She wanted to be a little closer to family after the death of our father."

"Oh, yes of course," Tom frowned, sounding suitably compassionate. "I was so sorry to hear about your loss." He waited a beat before continuing. "I look forward to learning what house you will be joining. Maybe Slytherin, like your siblings?" he questioned, directly speaking to Hermione for the first time.

"Ravenclaw, actually. Headmaster Dippet allowed me to be sorted early so that I could buy a uniform," Hermione replied curtly. She could tell that her attitude was annoying her brother, but couldn't bring herself to care when she was talking to the future Dark Lord.

Tom looked surprised at her admission to Ravenclaw. "Ravenclaw? They don't often take many girls - I think they have only one or two other girls. You must be very smart." He stared at her very hard, and Hermione had to bite her tongue to prevent herself from snapping at him for doubting her intelligence. "Well then, who is this beauty?" he asked, referring to baby Bellatrix.

"This is our niece, our older sister, Druella's, baby, Bellatrix," Hermione explained, holding Bellatrix closer to her, wanting to protect her.

"May I hold her?" Tom asked. Hermione's stomach lurched again. This was Bellatrix's first encounter with her Dark Lord. Evan nodded however, and encouraged Hermione to hand over the baby. She reluctantly did.

"Well, Evan, I am going to go collect my books while you talk to your friend. We don't have much time because I want to get ready for tonight," she said breathily, hoping that he took it for excitement at meeting her potential suitors, as if his words had finally sunk in. Evan nodded, apparently pleased that she wanted to put some effort in for his friends. Hermione regarded Tom. "Well...Tom, it was nice meeting you," she offered hesitantly, holding out her hand to shake his.

Tom took her offered hand, but instead of shaking her hand like she had thought, he pressed his lips against her knuckles. Hermione snatched her hand away from his, not wanting to feel his touch a moment longer than he needed to. Turning before Evan could reprimand her, Hermione hurried away to Flourish and Blotts, eager for some familiarity.

While she was walking throughout the bookstore she was berating herself for becoming so comfortable and complacent in this era, but she promised as soon as she got to Hogwarts she would make real strides on getting back to the present. She couldn't continue to masquerade as Hermione Rosier, someone she was decidedly not. And for now...she would do anything to make sure she didn't think too long on the way that Voldemort's lips had felt on her hand.