NotAnotherTimeTurnerFic Challenge

Pairing: HG/MA, Hermione (genderswap)/Merlin (BBC kind of)

Summary: Hermione sends herself back in time to the founders era. Unfortunately her body gets lost in the process. She needs the help of the strongest wizards of the past to help fix the future. But its hard to convince people to help you when you are one of the most feared dark creatures out there. Dementor!Hermione Boy!Hermione HG/MA

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that goes to JK Rowling. Nor do I lay claim to Merlin. That's BBC's and (Wiki) Geoffrey of Monmouth. Thanks Schermionie for the challenge idea.

AN: First Fan fic people. I know I'm excited. :D Never really seen Merlin, so it's going to be very AU. Hope you enjoy. I really can't see it taking up more than ten pages… but I'm not counting so this will write itself as it goes. Some angst in the beginning. More humour later on.

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Prologue

Water dribbled down onto the rubble of black marble. It had been many years since the department of mystery's walls had been traversed by actual employed personnel. A lone figure in a form fitting black survival suit rushed through the hallway heedless of the ominous darkness surrounding her. The deep purple hood of a rugged unspeakables cloak was pushed back by the stale air revealing a determined heart shaped face. Crow's feet were beginning to make their mark at the corner of her warm brown eyes prematurely from stress, and a single streak of white curled in her bushy hair.

There had been eleven years after Voldemort was defeated by her best friend Harry Potter that Hermione and the rest of the wizarding world was able to relax and seemingly rebuild their lives. That was until Runus Malfay an embittered squib was voted into muggle office as the Prime Minister. He started the events that would hale the end of all life on planet earth, starting with the unveiling over world broadcast of the existence of the magical world.

At first there was only curiosity and disbelief. The magicals that were mostly purebloods at this time were panicking in their mansions as the muggles started to swarm any strangely dressed people, which by that point was an accepted sure sign of a magical.

The magical and non-magical coexisted for two months before the first magical children were found being experimented on. A young Marissa Goldstein was kidnapped on her walk home from the shops during summer. Her father Anthony Goldstein used a tracking spell to locate his eleven year old daughter only to find her dead and cut up on a laboratory table.

She wasn't the only one.

Wizarding public outcry was enormous. Three labs, twenty two children, most were magical orphans found stored in the lab like frogs.

Goldstein stormed muggle government offices after documents bearing Prime Minister Malfay's signature of consent on the project were discovered. He then began to curse the prime minister in front of a mass of witnesses until muggle body guards managed subdued him. In the past this event could have been obliviated away by aurors, but because the new peace legislature that outlawed the memory charm rumours of the event reached the press in a suspiciously short amount of time and news of the magical attack on the government spread worldwide.

New laws were immediately pushed for all magicals to register their status. Restrictions were placed on certain areas where they could go. Wands were banned as weapons. Non-magicals found the hidden lands and estates of the magical world with the help of satellite imagery, and the magicals were forced to give up the land and were given government approved homes in AMA's or "Accepted Magical Areas.' Many magical families rallied against this and blockaded themselves in their homes, turning their wards to full power, or utilizing fidelius charms.

Then started the attacks.

Five years followed where the magical race was decimated to nearly thirty percent of its original population. Magicals, proven or suspected were culled in the streets in modern day witch hunts. AI missiles guided from space, too far a distance for even the fidelius to fully cover up, bombed magical homes and consequently schools to none existence. Magical species like the dragons, merpeople, phoenixes and the centaurs were hunted to extinction. Taken apart for research or merely killed out of fear.

Five more years until the non magicals figured out wizards and witches could be used as an energy source.

Those magicals that had registered and hadn't been killed already by the populace of nearly six billion fearful none magicals were made to give their 'charge up taxes'. But because of the extinction of magical species, plants, and animals, Magical health care had taken a steep nose dive into none existence. Epidemics of dragon pox and other magical maladies wiped out another large clump of magicals. They didn't have enough magic left in their bodies to even hope of surviving the plagues that swept through the camps and swarmed through 'charge up tax' offices.

The ley lines had begun to sink back into the core of the earth.

Orphanages were created for purely magical children where they became power sources for major cities across the world. Minimum power requirements given by magicals to meet showed on a tally board in each of the charge up offices. It would keep track of the amount gained each day and reset at the end of the week. The drain on magicals became taller as more magicals passed away. The ley lines that before had naturally supplied wizards were running fewer and fewer from the drain into non magical cities.

Five years after that and the planet started to die on the surface.

With the diminishment of the earth's ley lines above ground, the strain on the planet started to bleed out into none magical species. Forests wilted and animals both large and small perished. The non magicals began to rely more heavily on synthetics for sustenance. World hunger was at an all-time high as crops failed to provide, and meat livestock had long since been abandoned as the animals kept becoming too diseased or just dropped dead from ley-drain.

The total magical populace now equalled under a hundred magicals. Of those all but five were untrained children or preteen age who had never seen the outside of the magical charger buildings.

Hermione Granger slowed to a creep and raised her hand, pushing a little more power into her lumos. She stood in a circular room. The magic was gone from it, sucked dry by needy ley-lines, and it stood unmoving. The ley line that ran through the deep underground building flickered and zapped greedily at her core, trying to tear magic from her. She quickly lowered the lumos to a sputter with a muted curse and moved forward. All the doors were long since gone and she simply stepped into the empty rooms beyond. In the far corner of the room a large piece of tile had seemingly dislodged itself from the wall to fall to the floor. She wrapped her cloak around her fingers, weary of sharp edges, and shifted the heavy piece aside revealing a crude hole in the wall. Then she quickly turned and entered feet first dragging the tile carefully back into place. Her breaths came in faint huffs as she wriggled back through the hole in the darkness. After about a minute of travel she could hear hushed voices of the last four magically trained witches and wizards left on the planet. They silenced momentarily and there was a shuffling as soft red firelight filled the tunnel from around her bunched up cloak and someone grabbed her ankles and pulled her in the rest of the way.

Hermione may have eeped like a little girl and flailed around a little. Her heart was pounding from excitement. Seconds passed then, "Oy, let go of my feet." She said, smiling tiredly. And then the one dropped her ankles dragged her up into a bone crushing hug.

"Merlin Mione' going through upper London, are you insane!?" Ron Weasley exclaimed in a high voice before his ears reddened and he said in a significantly lower voice and pulled out a small yellowed envelope that had a slight bulge. "I've got a letter to give any future boyfriends so they know not to mess around with you. They have to match the criterion that's listed here-ow! Blimey Mione, only joking! It's the time turner thing." He said, and opened the letter removing a delicate golden ring with what looked like a small amber half sphere sitting at the top. Tiny interlocking gears caged the gem onto the base of the ring. Hermione walked over to the torch by Luna and saw that the amber was in fact a hollowed diamond contained what she recognized as glittery and potent time sand.

"We finished the enchantments on it. Real nasty making that. Had to improvise with a modified fiend fire because, well, there are no dragons left for a classic wizard ring focus." Ron said.

"Ron Parseltongue and dragon speak are not the same thing. They're two different species. We wouldn't have been able to ask a dragon even if we had access to one." Harry sighed tiredly from a wooden chair, books on ancient focus and time rituals spread out around the table with him. He was using a rather large volume label 'When wands won't do' as a pillow.

"It's brilliant boys. Three weeks above paid off," Hermione said, tipping the ring in the light, and added, "I got the Dementor's Leaf." She reached her gloved hand into her breast pocket and pulled out a small glass containing a single black wispy leaf. Frost clung to the glass and the leaf pressed itself against the glass trying to get at her fingers. Instantly Neville jumped forward and inspected the vial, refraining from touching it with his bare hands.

"Amazing Hermione! I can't believe the muggles kept it alive so long." Neville said in an awed voice, his breath coming out in small puffs of fog. Then the leaf's influence became too much and he backed away, paling a little involuntarily.

"Yes the thing acted as a nice muggle repelling ward. They kept it at smooshed away at the back of a supply cupboard. Bloody difficult to locate the dang thing. Luckily the room it was in was in the basement of the facilty and I managed a point me spell. And I was almost found several times after in the underground but the muggles got all jittery when they got too close to my hiding spots and turned back around." Hermione explained with a tired grin. She covered the vial with her gloved fist and everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness for dementors being such nasty buggers still." Harry quipped.

Ron was about to make a comment when Luna suddenly spoke up. "The nargles have realized we took their frosty veil leaf and are coming to visit." Adrenaline spiked in the pit of Hermione's stomach and she jumped to the doorway along with the other three. They entered the veil room at a sprint. There was an explosion overhead and green gas curled up around Neville who was caught off guard and he dropped like a stone.

"Neville!" Harry and Ron Shouted almost stopping.

"Harry! It's Nargle's Breath! He's gone!" Luna said as she pulled Harry up the raised island away from the deadly green cloud.

Hermione and Ron had reached the veil and were starting to frantically push their magic into it to alter the course of the veil from death to a portal that could help span over one thousand years into the past. Harry and Luna joined either side just as another explosion rocked through the ceiling nearly having them fall into the veil. Red laser lines began darting through the green smog searching for bodies. Neville's body that was already down was pelted with bullets.

"I'm going through!" Hermione screamed, tearing off a glove with her teeth and slamming the ring on her finger. A shower of gold and amber sparks lit the cavern momentarily as the ring got a lock on her magical core. Unfortunately this brought the attention of the red lasers which swung over to the base of the veil.

"Hermione! I've got this side go!" Ron shouted, arms shaking from the strain of taking on one full half of the veil. Hermione tossed off the lid off the small jar, her bare fingers burning a little from frost bite, and the leaf floated eagerly up toward her mouth and started to loosen her soul.

Just then the red beams reached their legs and all four cried out in pain as bullets pummelled their legs. Hermione's last sight before the black wispy leaf flew down her screaming throat was her friends dropping to the floor and a red mist rising to splatter her face.

And then the veil swallowed her body.

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AN: Yeah I totally just made up the dementor's leaf plant. It will be important to the plot later on though. Don't worry. What do you think of my prologue? Kind of clichéd I know but I kind of like it. Reviews welcome.

That all. Peace out.