Disclaimer: I do not nor will I ever own Harry Potter, sad but true! Oh, and part of the ritual wording comes from the Healing Incantation in Disney's Tangled, though I obviously had to change it a little! Hope you enjoy it R&R!
This is a time travel fanfiction with a twist. The war with Voldemort is all but lost, and things in the Wizarding World are getting darker by the day. In a last-ditch effort to save Draco from the Dark Lord, Hermione is unknowingly and unwillingly sent back in time by a dark ritual performed by Narcissa Malfoy, the only problems with her plan are that the ritual itself requires blood, but not just any blood, blood from the Head of a Most Ancient and Noble House, and she isn't exactly sure how it works or what will happen to the girl. Just that she will, in the words of the ritual, and may the Vessel traverse the winding roads of Time itself given to her, this Virgin Witch, through the Pure Blood of an Ancient and Noble Lord the Power to Make the Clock Reverse, Heal those that have been Hurt, Change the Fates' design, and Save those that have been Lost.
Narcissa watched as Hogwarts fell, she watched as so many died in the valiant fight against the Dark Lord, so few of their resistance remained lined up as they were to be executed by the Dark Lord himself, but this she didn't watch, couldn't watch, for standing tall surrounded by Kingsley Shackleboat, Minerva, Fillius, Severus, Potter, and the last remaining Weasleys, was her son. Her beloved Draco was going to die. He had stood against the Dark Army in the defense of Hogwarts and now he would die with them, But Narcissa wasn't going to lose her son, she had devised a plan to save him and, not that they were any of her concern, so many others with him. But for this plan she needed very particular ingredients that were very hard to come by.
The Blood of a Pureblood Lord of a Most Ancient and Noble House, and a Virgin Witch. She had spent the weeks leading up to the Execution trying to find just those ingredients. Which is how she came to have in front of her, bound and gagged, Neville Longbottom who, with the death of his parents and grandmother in the attack on St. Mungo's Hospital, was Lord of House Longbottom and Hermione Granger. Narcissa had tested all the young witches being held for execution for Virginity and only Granger and Luna Lovegood were in fact untouched. Between the two of them she thought that Granger, though a Mudblood, was the strongest both magically, physically, and if she were totally honest Narcissa quite doubted young Miss Lovegood's mental soundness.
She can't afford anything to go wrong with the ritual, not when Draco's life depends on its success. Narcissa turned and gave them a calculating look, they could judge her all they wanted, she would not let her son die not when she loved him so much. He has barely even lived. She thought sadly as she resigned herself to committing one of the darkest rituals she had ever seen. And while she would do anything for Draco, Narcissa was thankful for small mercies in that she didn't actually need to kill Longbottom and Granger, just harvest some of the boys blood in the Ornate Sacrificial Chalice mixing it with Ceremonial wine, and speak the Ritual Incantation. The hardest part of the entire thing would be the end, making Granger drink the foul concoction, but Narcissa was sure she could manage that when she came to it.
Their eyes widened and they renewed their struggles as she approached Longbottom with the Ritual Dagger in one hand and the Chalice in the other. After she cut his arm and harvested enough of his blood to fill half the Chalice, Narcissa healed the boys cut. She ignored the surprised looks on the faces of her captives in favor of mixing the wine and blood into the concoction that would save her sons life. Then she took up her wand and, with very careful wand motions, began the Incantation.
"By the Power of the Old Religion may the Triple Goddess hear my prayer and accept this offering knowingly given, may she, in her infinite power and wisdom, accept this Vessel the Pure and Untouched Virgin given for the purpose laid forth, and may the Vessel traverse the winding roads of Time itself given to her, this Virgin Witch, through the Pure Blood of an Ancient and Noble Lord the Power to Make the Clock Reverse, Heal those that have been Hurt, Change the Fates' design, and Save those that have been Lost."
Narcissa watched as the blood and wine glowed a brilliant gold and returned to its normal color. Then she advanced toward the frightened girl and ungagged her mouth, before the girl could speak or scream the foul liquid was coursing down her throat. Burning its way down, as it bound to her magic and changed her DNA. Just as the call for execution started a blinding light comprised of more colors than any of the three had seen before started flashing so fast it was impossible to count them all, the light steadied and became a constant shine of bright violet light, and when it dimmed and died, only two people remained one angry and confused, the other both hopeful and devastated as the final toll sounded signaling the last of the executions.