Hi, it's me, i've returned! Some of you may have began reading this story before, however sue to some personal issues i removed the story. Everything is sorted now and i wont remove it again. Updates should be every Tuesday evening. I've tweaked the story here and there, making sure there were no continuity errors or spelling/gramatical errors.
I am in need of a Beta, if anyone is interested please PM me!
Obviously this isn't one of JK's works, however all the characters, locations and anything else belongs to her, only the plot belongs to me.
Okay, lets try this story again shall we?
Chapter 1 – Back to the Past
Hermione conjured the glass for Harry as he collected the memories from the dying Snape. He tilted his head toward Hermione ever so slightly; her heart broke as she saw him struggling for breath, a few tears escaped her eyes.
She knew he was no traitor, she knew so much more than Harry and Ron, yet she was unable to disclose the information. She knew what he was about to say to her, and she was ready for it.
"Hermione… you know, what to do." He managed to breathe out, she nodded, afraid she'd choke on any words she tried to say. Snape tilted his head slightly towards Harry once more, before saying his final words. "Look…At…Me..."
Hermione turned into Ron's embrace, crushed by the death of her mentor. Harry turned and held his two best friends close before leading them out of the Shack.
"Hermione," Harry began, "What did he mean? When he said you know what to do?" Ron also turned to hear her answer.
Hermione looked at their surroundings before telling them she'd rather go to Dumbledore's office where it would be more private.
As they walked towards the office Hermione glanced at the wounded and the dead. McGonagall, Arthur, Flitwick, Ginny, Katie, Moody, Dobby, Fred, Tonks, Remus, Colin, Lavender and so many others, adding Snape to the total Hermione knew she had to sacrifice herself. 'For the greater good' she repeated to herself.
Harry and Ron watched as Hermione paced back and forth in front of the Headmaster's desk, trying to pull together her words.
"As you both know, I had private lessons with Severus during my sixth year, however they weren't for an extra NEWT, they were preparation… in case something like this happened." Tears threatened to leave her eyes but she held them in and continued.
"Dumbledore and Severus came up with a plan, and I volunteered to see it through. The plan is, for me to go back in time, to our first year, change my identity and become a spy. I'd have all my knowledge from now, straight away in my first year… Voldemort would be bound to take a notice and when I try to join the Death Eaters, hopefully my brains will see me included in his ranks."
She paused to let the boys take in the information, not that it mattered what they thought, she'd be going ahead with the plan whether they wanted her to or not, they wouldn't remember this conversation anyway. Harry was sat with his elbows on his knees, head down, running his hands through his hair. Ron on the other hand was staring at her with disbelief.
"Severus and I prepared everything I'd need, a backup story, which I know is unfaultable, along with a new look, name, everything. I'll be able to prevent it all, every death, the destruction of our wizarding world." Hermione waited in silence waiting for their reaction.
"No! I'm not letting you sacrifice your life for this Hermione, I'll go back! I'll do it; I don't want you getting hurt!" Harry commanded, breaking the silence between the three.
"I'll go!" Ron joined in, "I know all about purebloods, I can do it."
Hermione smiled weakly at 'her boys', "No, Severus, Dumbledore and I spent months perfecting our plan, it has to be that goes back… and I'll be going whether you want me to or not… you're not even going to remember this conversation anyway." Her voice trailed off. "I'll be going now, I'll reveal myself to you one day, and I know you'll never remember this apology, but I'm so sorry for anything I might say." The boys stood defeated, giving their best friend a hug and kiss on the top of her head before letting her go.
She walked alone with her thoughts as she headed towards the dungeons. Rubble littered the floor along with bodies of Death Eaters whom had not been collected. Severus and she had worked on her persona for months, making sure she walked, talked, thought and did everything else differently to Hermione. He taught her how to think and act like a pureblood supremacist, given her Occlumency and Legilimency lessons; along with teaching her a various amount of dark spells. They also perfected the potions she'd need to complete her mission.
She made her way into the potions room with ease, stepping over fallen cauldrons and ingredients she approached the office door. All the protective spells had been removed; therefore she was able to enter without any trouble. At the back of the office was a pile of books, Hermione ran her index finger along the spines before finding the one she needed.
Removing it delicately from the shelf, she placed it on the office desk before taking a seat and opening it. When opened the book showed no pages, as it was a disguised box which could only be opened by Severus or herself. Inside three potions and two letters could be found, along with a small bag. Hermione took each object in her shaking hands and placed them on the desk in front of her; moving the book to the side, she took out her wand and returned the three vials and bag to their original size.
Taking a deep breath Hermione downed the deep red potion and felt it take effect immediately, much like a polyjuice potion her skin began bubbling and her bones began to shrink. Her clothes hung loosely on her small frame as her last bone shifted into place. Peering in the mirror to the left of the desk she saw an 11 year old Hermione, complete with frizzy hair and bucked teeth. Sighing with relief it had worked, she took the next potion, drinking it quickly trying to avoid the foul taste. This potion altered her appearance. Her hair was now jet black and completely straight; her eyes were onyx and her skin tanned.
Hermione stared at the final vial in front of her, dread starting to sink in. This was the most complicated potion they'd made and had taken months to perfect. Inside was a combination of extremely rare ingredients, which would almost guarantee her a place in Voldemort ranks. It would make her part Nymph. Nymphs were rare even in the wizarding world, only one other potion like this had been made before and the outcome was too disastrous to think of. However with the three brilliant minds of Severus, Dumbledore and Hermione she was almost certain it would work.
Drinking it in one, she shuddered, trying to keep the foul liquid down; she'd take polyjuice potion over this any day. Her body began to burn up, she squeezed her eyes shut and clenched every muscle in her body as the burning spread. The pain was almost unbearable; she was just able to keep conscious as the fire eventually shifted. Panting deeply Hermione opened the bag and pulled out the change of clothes, a time turner and a smaller bag full of galleons.
Changing with haste she incinerated her clothes and placed the time turner around her neck. She placed the bag of galleons and the two letters into her pocket and held her wand to the time turner. She glanced round quickly, realising what she was leaving behind; tapping the hourglass quickly and saying the number of turns she left her time and headed into her past, as Domina Ambrosia Malevisio.
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