Disclaimer: I do not, and never will own -sniffle- any of the things that you may recognize in this story. Unfortunately I was not born a Joanne Katherine, and I won't marry a Rowling.

Rated: M for Language, Sexuality and Violence

A/N: For all you Tom/Hermione lovers out there, and also for those who hate the very idea of it... I hope this story changes your mind! Also, this is definitely an A/U story. It could never happen! (Unfortunately). Based loosely on Lady Moonglow's Tom/Hermione story, Have You Ever. Honestly, check it out. It is the best story I have ever read, and trust me, I've read a lot of things!

Revenge is Sweet... Love is Sweeter

Chapter 1 - Choices

Thursday, June 16th, 1998

6:59pm

Picking her way through the rubble scattered around the hallway leading to the Headmaster's Office, Hermione Granger scanned the area around her until she found what she was looking for; the old stone gargoyle that blocked the entrance to the Headmaster's Office. However, it wasn't doing a very good job, as it was lying on its side, its left wing still halfway down the corridor. It looked slightly punch-drunk, and when Hermione inclined her head towards the Office entrance and asked whether she could go up, it replied "Feel free...", slightly slurring its words.

Hermione smiled politely, then skirted round the gargoyle and headed up the revolving staircase, all the while fingering the rolled up piece of parchment in her hand, which had appeared on her bedside table sometime this morning, instructing her to come to the Headmaster's Office at 7pm.

Soon, Hermione reached the top of the staircase, and stood facing the solid oak doors. Gathering up her courage, she lifted an arm and knocked twice. "Enter," An easily recognizable voice uttered, and Hermione pushed open the double doors.

8:13pm

"But Headmaster, I don't understand," Hermione said, speaking to the portrait of professor Dumbledore hanging directly opposite the ornate wooden desk in the middle of the room. "Why, Miss Granger, I do not expect even you to understand now why I am asking you to do this," The portrait replied, its bright blue eyes gazing at Hermione's tear-stained face. " However, by the time you have completed the mission, I know you will understand why I am asking you, Harry and Ron to do this. It is of the utmost importance that you succeed." As Hermione gulped, she struggled to absorb all the information Dumbledore had just gave her. "But Professor, Time Travel! Of all the reckless things we have ever done, this almost certainly doesn't match up to what you are asking us to do. And I couldn't ask Harry to just leave Ginny like that! He wouldn't go, even if you asked him yourself. And how do you know we are going to succeed! I just..." "Miss Granger," Dumbledore cut across Hermione. "If I didn't think that this could work, would I ask you? I know you have your doubts, but you must trust me when I say that this will work. If anyone could pull off a time travel spell, it would be you. Now, I will ask this only once: Will you accept this mission and do all that is in your power to succeed?" Those piercing blue eyes met Hermione's warm brown ones, and after a moments silence, she nodded. "Excellent! Now, if you could tell Mr Potter, Mr Weasley, and Miss Weasley, if Mr Potter is so intent on not leaving her, of this plan, then you can get going, can't you? I'll give you..." He glanced at the grandfather clock, ticking obnoxiously loud in the corner. "Until 8:45, when I will expect you back here, fully packed. Now, off you trot!" Dumbledore said, and after wiping her eyes on the back of her sleeve, Hermione nodded and crept silently out of the door and down the revolving staircase. Time Travel! She thought to herself. Of all the craziest schemes he could have come up with, he thought of Time Travel! Firstly, it was illegal, secondly, the spell was the hardest to perform in Wizarding history, and thirdly, she would have to face up to the Dark Lord, the supreme evil, the murderer of both Harry's and her parents! She could still remember that day, almost a year ago to the day, when she had come home from Hogwarts, unlocked the front door, and found her parents, lying dead on the kitchen floor, their bodies still warm, and the remains of the dinner her mother was preparing bubbling on the stove...

"Hermione?" The sound of Harry's voice calling her name shook Hermione from her reverie, and she turned on the spot to face Harry, followed closely by Ron and Ginny. "Harry! I'm so glad I've found you guys! I've just been speaking to Dumbledore, and..." "Hermione, Dumbledore's dead!" Interupted Ron. "Seriously Ron, for someone who's just graduated, you've got the brains of a nine year-old!" Ginny replied. "She was talking about his portrait. Now, please continue, Hermione." Ginny said, looking imploring at Hermione. "Please. Anything anyone has to say is better than what that idiot says." Hermione swallowed. Better to get it over with now, then wait. "Even if anyone tells you that Dumbledore has thought of a plan to get rid of Voldemort which involves Time Travel and danger."

Waiting for the outburst, Hermione closed her eyes, and she was not displeased. "YOU WHAT!!" Ron spluttered. "But, its... its... its illegal!" "Well done, Ron. I think we already realise that." Harry said over his shoulder. "And how exactly are we meant to get rid of Voldemort via Time Travel?" He asked Hermione, facing her again. Figuring it was best not to reveal all of the plan Dumbledore had outlined for her, she replied, "I'll tell you later. I just need to know whether you agree to this plan first." Harry grinned."And miss out on a chance to destroy Voldemort once and for all? I don't think so." With a quick glance at his girlfriend, Harry added; "Only, I'm not leaving Ginny here." "Oi!" Ron interrupted. As everyone turned to face him, he said, "What about me here! I'm not being left here while you go off fighting you-know-who! I'm coming too!" He finished defiantly. "Okay." Hermione agreed. "But Dumbledore wants us to be at his office by 8:45, and we've gotta pack. So, off we go, people!!"

And with that, she turned on her heel and headed towards the Gryffindor tower, walking about a metre before turning again and saying, "Sorry! I forgot. I'll meet you outside the Headmaster's Office in 15 minutes." Then she started walking again, but this time towards the Head Boy and Girls' dorm, mentally cursing herself for forgetting where her dorm was.

8:43pm

After successfully shrinking all her luggage so that her bags were about the size of her fist, Hermione headed towards the Headmaster's Office, which, thankfully wasn't located too far from the Head Dorm. She turned the corner leading into the Office's corridor, and saw Harry, Ron and Ginny already waiting outside the office, the stone gargoyle with its left wing missing still lying on its side. Without a word, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny walked towards the revolving staircase, made their way up to the oak doors, and pushed open the door.

9:07pm

The four friends stood around Dumbledore's portrait, waiting for him to speak again. He had outlined the basic plan for Harry, Ron and Ginny, and also explained to Hermione how the Time Circle spell was performed. The spell needed kept repeating itself in Hermione's mind, and however hard she tried, she could not get rid of the feeling in her stomach that Dumbledore's plan was going to go horribly wrong. But, thankfully, Dumbledore started speaking again, and she pushed the thought of it out of her mind.

"Now, as you are already aware, you will be posing as transfer students. On the desk," Everyone glanced at the ornate wooden desk. "There is a letter addressed to Professor Dippet, the Headmaster, explaining everything. Also, there is a letter addressed to my past self, just in case something does go wrong, which I doubt it won't." Dumbledore smiled to himself. "Now, we also need to change your last names. Mr Potter, Potter is quite an obvious surname, and as you have expressed a desire to change your last name to Evans, you shall now become Harry Evans. Mr and Miss Weasley, you will definitely have to change your names, your grandparents are in the 6th year, and it would cause a bit of a stir. Any ideas?" Ginny looked thoughtful, but before she could say anything Ron glanced around the room, his eyes locking onto a candle, and said loudly, "Wax! Ronald and Ginevra Wax!!" "I am not being called Ginevra Wax!!" Ginny growled. "Fine then, but do you have any better ideas?" Ron said, looking sulky. "What about... Thomas?" She said. "Ronald Thomas..." Ron said, rolling the words off his tongue. "Yeah, that'll do. And what about you, Hermione?" Ron asked, turning to face her. "I have something a little different for you planned, Hermione," Dumbledore said, before Hermione began thinking. "Have you ever heard of the Fervidüs family?" Dumbledore asked. Hermione shook her head, and Harry looked confused. But Ron and Ginny gaped at each other with astonishment. Slightly smiling, Dumbledore looked at Ron and Ginny. "I take it, then, Mr and Miss Thomas, that you have heard of the Fervidüs family?" "Who hasn't?" Ginny said. "Would you care explaining it then, before we get old?" Hermione sighed. "The Fervidüs family is a very old family from America. Their descendants live in almost every country around the world. Only the thing is, they're pure-blood all the way, which is quite an achievement. Just look at our family!" Ginny finished. Looking at Ron, she then added, "So Dumbledore is making you as Pure-Blooded as they get!" Gaping around at Dumbledore, Hermione managed to stutter out, "B...But why?" As Dumbledore surveyed the young woman standing in front of his portrait, he smiled. "It'll help you in the long run. Oh, and also, there's something in the top drawer of the desk for you, just to prove your heritage." Glancing from Dumbledore's portrait to her friends, then to the desk, she slowly walked over to the desk and opened the top drawer. Lying on top of some documents was a gold ring, in which was set a perfectly cut diamond, and around it was the Fervidüs family crest: A red heart adorned with a rose. As she picked it up to examine it, she noticed a rush of air flutter around her. It was almost as if it were meant to be. She slid it onto her index finger on her right hand, and examined it. As it caught the light, it shone, and Hermione heard her friends gasp as they realised what she had been given. "Hem, hem," Dumbledore gave a small cough, and the four friends whirled around. "Miss Fervidüs, if we could get back to the task in hand. I would like you to all form a circle, please, each holding each others hands." The friends did as they were told, and Hermione found herself with Harry on her left and Ron on her right. "Now, Miss Fervidüs, if you would be so kind as to raise your wand." Nervously, she lifted her wand, which she had been holding onto tightly, and whispered, "Now what?" Dumbledore smiled. "Now, in a firm and clear voice, you must say 'Vicis Orbis' three times. On the third time, the rest of you must say the year you want to go back to, which is 1944. Are you ready?" Hermione gazed straight ahead, then nodded. Gathering up every ounce of courage she had, she said, "Vicis Orbis, Vicis Orbis, Vicis Orbis!" And on the third time, she heard Harry, Ron and Ginny shout "1944!"

Suddenly a flash of blue light erased her vision. It was like disapparating, but worse. She wanted to shout out, to scream. Instead, she squeezed the hands on both sides of her, and felt them squeeze back. Then, Hermione landed on something hard and solid.