"Hermione," I heard a voice speak above me and I jolt back into reality. I look up into the red eyes of Molly and realize that I have a sinking feeling in my stomach. "Something has happened." I mark the page that I'm on before shakily standing up.

Wordlessly, I follow her into the hallway and down the corridor. We enter the kitchen and I instantly hear sobs and whimpers. My eyes instinctively slam shut as I feel a warm hand grasp my own as whoever it is pulls me further into the room.

"Mione, open your eyes." Fred whispers miserably and I feel tears beginning to build up before I even crack my eyelids open. A gasp fills my mouth and I cover my face with my hands instantly. He was there, Harry had been found. His lips were a pale purple and his face was badly bruised. His shirt had been torn down the front and he had three gaping scratches on his chest: one could only assume what had caused them.

"R-Ron?" I find myself whispering and I look down at my hands miserably as if I already knew the answer to my question.

"O-Only his h-head!" Molly moans quietly and I start to feel lightheaded as I realize that I am the last remaining member of the Golden Trio.

I silently turn around and with my eyes focused on the ground; I start to walk toward the only room that would give me any solace at all, the library. My trek up the stairs and down the hall felt as if had taken tediously drawn out hours instead of a few short minutes. Once there I melt onto the floor of the third aisle in the Black family library, it was an aisle that I would soon get accustomed to quickly.

Xxx

Hermione was completely fascinated by the concept of time travel and had taken to sitting in the large expanse of library within Grimmauld Place for weeks on end. Other than Kreacher, no one had bothered her and she didn't really mind the quiet. In fact, she could think more rationally if she was by herself. When she as around her 'friends' and extended family, she tended to be more speculative and often jumped to conclusions. No, Hermione much rather preferred loneliness than the chance of haphazardly making a decision that could ultimately turn into a life choice.

Well that is to say, she only wanted to be alone while reading. She absolutely abhorred the fact that while she stayed at Grimmauld Place, she had no one to share her findings with. That was the best part of learning something new after all! Being able to tell someone her new piece of information and having them comprehend it always made her day better. She hated how she was pretty much alone in the aspect of intellectual thinking anymore.

Even worse, the feeling that Harry and Ron would never come to bother her again. They hadn't even been gone more than two weeks when they had been found callously murdered. With her parents in hiding, Hermione couldn't very well return to an empty house. So McGonagall had allowed her to stay in Grimmauld Place. The library had become her safe haven. She didn't have to think about how her friends were dead. Her mind was much too occupied for those kind of thoughts.

Xxx

"Mione, if something ever happens to me, I need you to promise me something." Harry states quietly and I turn from the fireplace to look at him.

"Anything Harry." I whisper to one of the only people I still had in the world.

"Mione, ever since you started using your time turner you've been fascinated with going back in time. If something ever happens and you know for a fact that we are on the losing side of the war, I need you to do what you've always dreamt about." His words confused me for a moment and I just sat there and stared at him for a while.

"Harry?" I ask uncertainly, confusion lacing my voice.

"Mione, you've got to go back in time and fix this. If you go back, I know you can get this figured out." He says this so quietly that I have to lean in and strain myself to hear him.

Xxx

I stand in the doorway to the kitchen and watch as Molly stands in front of the stove. She was watching the stew boil, the image dug deep into my feelings. In the past, Molly was never seen standing still in the kitchen. Of course, only having three surviving children out of seven could completely change a person. No one was the same anymore. War changed a person. Ginny had gone missing three day ago; Fred would sit in front of the fireplace for hours without saying a word. I knew what I had to do and I knew that it would have to happen soon. The only problem was that I had only just worked out the effects of the ritual. When I made it to the past, I wouldn't be able to come back to her time. Magic wouldn't allow it to happen. So wherever Hermione Granger landed, then that would be she stayed for the rest of her living days. That wasn't even the worst of it.

If one was to go back ten or more years one would no longer exist. The person's soul would experience transference to another vessel. They would take on a life that had previously ended to early. When this transference occurs, the soul's future body or vessel would no longer exist. The soul would take on certain traits of the new vessel but would remember their past future's life so that the soul would remain mostly the same.

There was absolutely no way to know who I would become. So not only did I not know where I would land in time but I didn't know who I would become. I was terrified, but I had no real cause to stay in the present. I had no surviving family, no friends; I had nothing to care for other than close family friends who would be better off if I completed the ritual.

Xxx

My books and research were strewn across the floor of the parlor, I had moved from the library to in here because I wanted to be near everyone as much as possible. The closer I got to doing the ritual, the more I wanted be forget about the entire idea. Molly, Fred, and I were the only ones in Grimmauld Place tonight, Arthur and Charlie had gone to collect more things from the burrow and planned on spending the night there. George was upstairs with Katie playing exploding snap in an attempt to get her mind off of the recent murder of her parents. Fred and I were the only ones in the parlor as I scribbled furiously into the margins of my notes; I wanted to get every detail of my plan down before I even tried the ritual. If I had a solid plan that I knew I could carry out, then I knew I wouldn't be so worried about going through with the ritual.

The scarlet and auburn flames that provided enough lighting to read by suddenly changed into the dark azure flames that symbolized when someone was coming through the fire. I wasn't that worried though; only the remaining Order members and their families knew the password to the floo. Fred, on the other hand, immediately got to his feet with his wand out, he was more on edge than the rest of us for some reason. It wasn't until I saw the familiar dirty blonde hair that I jumped up and rushed to the body that had landed quite hard on the floor. I knelt down beside his body and swallowed before rolling him over gently.

"Oh, Malfoy." I gasp quietly and see that he's still alive and breathing. "Fred, get him a blanket will you?" I throw over my shoulder as I levitate him onto the couch.

"C-cold." He shudders as I sit on the edge of the couch performing warming spell after warming spell on his freezing body.

"I'm trying Malfoy, give a girl a break eh?" I ask quietly even though I work my wand quicker and move closer to him.

"Here, Mum's coming with more." Fred mummers and I watch him cover our enemy with two blankets as I finish healing him with a stabilizing street.

"What happened?" I whisper to him after he gained his color back and looked a little more normal.

"G-Granger. N-no." Malfoy stutters and curiosity creeps back into my veins and I feel myself pursing my lips as I watch him.