Author's note: SO to clarify first and foremost, I do not own any rights to the Harry Potter series. I have been an avid reader of some of the stories on this site and decided it was time to post one of my own. I am only a few chapters ahead and I plan on making weekly updates. Let me know what you think!

Present day

"Run Harry!" Hermione screamed. A tall and thin boy with messy jet black hair followed the petite woman out of the crumbling room that had at one time belonged to him. They stopped for breath in the hallway as the house around them continued to shake.

"Hermione! Hermione!" Harry gasped to get her attention. "We have to get out of here! That was his snake!" Harry all but shouted at her. Hermione looked at him as focus came back to her mind.

Suddenly the floor beneath their feet quaked in urgency. A crack formed in the carpet splitting the floor in two. The two teens were on opposite sides as the floor gave way and the snake they had run from slithered high in a cobra fashion. The snake only had eyes for Harry. He dodged its vicious strikes.

"Hermione go! Please just go!" the boy cried while jumping left from a strike.

"Think! Hermione think!" she whispered to herself while searching her pockets frantically for her wand.

'Harry is the only one who can destroy Voldemort. He has to live, no matter the cost!' she thought to herself. With all of her strength she moved closer to the back of the snake.

"Harry! Listen! You must run as fast as you can!" she yelled to him while watching the snake.

"Hermione! Hermione what are you doing? Hermione! NO!" the boy yelled as Hermione jumped on the snake and dragging it out down to the bottom of the house that still shook.

"GO NOW HARRY!" she shrieked as he tried to grab for her down the hole.

At once the walls started shaking even more ferociously, Harry took off down the remaining hallway, down the steps and through the front door, just as the house finally collapsed.

Harry sank to his knees and shielded his head on the snow covered yard as the rubble and dust settled.

"Hermione! Hermione no!" the boy cried in shocked. He buried his head in his hands as he wept.

After a few moments he rose and took off back towards where the home had once sat.

"Hermione! Hermione can you hear me!" he shouted as he started to push away rock and rubble.

"Hermione!" he kept shouting. Minutes passed as he continued to move the debris.

A man suddenly appeared next to him.

"Harry! HARRY! She's gone! She's not here!" the man said while trying to grab hold of Harry.

"No she's here! She's buried! I have to find her!" he cried.

The man finally pulled Harry off the pile of rubble.

Harry quickly turned around to see who had pulled him off. At the sight of his old professor and friend he collapsed in the man arms and wept the loss of best friend.

"There, there Harry. Hermione wouldn't want you to weep. She's not dead Harry. She is gone but not dead." Remus Lupin whispered while soothing the teenager on the ground.

"She is dead Remus! She saved my life! I watched her fall!" he cried.

"Listen to me. Harry! Listen to me!" the man snapped.

Harry turned his face up to stare at the man in front of him.

"Hermione is not dead. Her body will not be in that rubble." He said firmly.

'Than where is she? We have to find her! Remus! We have to find her now!" Harry screamed and jumped up while looking around as if waiting for her to appear.

"Harry. Do not mistake me. She is not dead but she is gone." The man ended with a whisper.

"I don't understand. What do you mean gone?" Harry asked.

"If I am correct in my assumption. She has gone back to the night when you received that scar." Remus said while standing and brushing off his pants.

"What the bloody hell are you talking about! She can't go back in time! She doesn't have a time turner!" Harry yelled at the man. Harry started pacing around while pulling on his hair.

"Harry! HARRY! She has gone back! LOOK!" With those words, Remus pulled out his wand and summoned a compact mirror.

Harry stopped and walked back to Remus and looked at the mirror.

"What am I looking at Remus?" he asked as he stared at his tear stained red face.

"Your scar, Harry." He said softly.

Harry lifted his bangs and looked into the mirror and gasped.

"My…my scar….it's gone!" Harry said. "That's… that's not possible Remus!" he yelled.

'It is Harry." Remus said gravely.

As if the reality of the situation just hit him. Harry stumbled for a moment before blackness overcame him.

"Oh dear." Remus said while bending down and grabbing the boy's arm. He apparated them to his safe house. Where his son and wife await.

Meanwhile…

October 31st, 1981.

A groan sounded out in the kitchen of a small home in Godric's Hollow. Hermione opened her eyes and shut them just as quick.

'Who in the bloody hell made these lights so bright!' she thought to herself. She tried to move and found she was able to. She slowly pushed herself up and onto her knees. Flexing her wrist as she did.

'Well…everything seems to be accounted for. No broken bones from the looks of it. God my head is killing me! Wait! Harry! The snake! Shit!' With those thoughts her eyes popped open and she jumped to her feet. She looked around the kitchen. 'I could've sworn…' Her thoughts broke as voices reached her ears. Looking around in sudden panic she grabbed the closest thing to a weapon she could find. A large iron skillet.

Hermione creeped closer to the exit of the kitchen. She peaked around the corner and saw into what looked like a dining room. Just on the other side of a long wooden dining table she saw Harry and a dark cloaked figure. She gasped and popped her head back into the kitchen and leaned it against the wall trying to breathe.

'Shit! Shit! Bloody fucking shit! It's him! It's Fucking Voldemort! What do I do? What do I do?' she thought to herself while bringing the frying pan to her chest.

"Any last words Potter?" the cold voice said while echoing in Hermione's ears.

'Are you a Gryffindor or not?' she thought to herself and quietly with a deep breath she pushed the door open. She could see Voldemort's back facing her and Harry's face set in defiance as Voldemort raised his wand.

'Harry cannot die!.' With a look of pure hated and determination on her face, she let the rage she never knew she possessed aid her in her first step.

"Very Well than Avada…" Voldemort started.

With a warrior like cry, Hermione sailed across the room and lifted her weapon of choice and bashed the skillet right into the skull of the most hated and evil wizard to ever roam the this planet.

"What the…"James Potter stood standing in his dining room watching the scene unfold with his jaw hanging open.

James Potter after he recovers from shock, later says: "It was like nothing you've ever seen before. This blur with a lion's mane came charging out of the kitchen with a skillet! A bloody skillet and attacked! If you could've seen the look on old Moldy Short's face! It was bloody brilliant! The best part was after she had wacked him to the ground she dropped the pan and straddled him! Bloody straddled him and started hitting him and strangling him! She bloody well strangled him! He was knocked out unconscious and there she bloody is cursing his mother and strangling him! To be perfectly honest I never knew a girl could ever know such colorful language! She was a bloody sailor mouth! Mate, I tell ya if I wasn't so in love with my lily flower…this girl would've captured my bloody heart in that moment!"