Summary:

When hope is lost and Dumbledore is dying, there is only one thing left to do: Stop the cause. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Draco, and Lavender, travel back in time, to kill the cause: A teenage boy named Tom Riddle. But what can they do if they can't kill him? Why is Hermione the one sharing her body with a different soul? Did she come here for a different reason as well? They find out the hard way. Rated T for cursing.

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first Fic, so hope you like this and please review!

Chapter 1

There it was again. The skull and the snake were engraved on the ashes of the house. It grinned, taunting, and Hermione could swear it was saying, "You're the only one left."

"Mione, wake up!"

Hermione's eyes fluttered open, and she shot up, sweating, and panting. Harry sat on the bed and gave her a glass of water.

"Nightmares?" He asked, softly. Hermione gulped and nodded.

Hermione stared at him. Now she understood his pain. Before, all she felt was pity; not the pain. Now that she was experiencing it herself, she understood. His parents were murdered and that man who killed them is still alive, waiting to finish off Harry. And all Harry got was an impossible task. Kill Voldemort.

Being Harry, of course he would blame himself. Hermione remembered how Harry had yelled at her, to go away. But how could she? Voldemort killed her parents. Nothing was happy to her, until he died.

Harry interrupted her thoughts. "Breakfast is ready. Meet you outside."

With tears in her eyes, she watched him go. How could he bear all this pain? Hermione shook her head, irritated. She had promised herself she would stop thinking about her parents.

She quickly got up, dressed, and stepped out of the tent. Cool, fresh air filled her lungs, and she sighed. But then she frowned. Her parents used to take her here in the woods during summer. She could even hear their laughter.

Hermione sighed and made her way to the picnic table. Everyone was eating breakfast. Hermione couldn't help but smile. Lavender was talking to Ginny, who had her eyes glazed over, her hand holding her head up. She yawned and waved at Hermione. Draco was, of course, messing around with Ron. Ron, with his face red, was yelling back, and Harry was laughing out loud.

Last year, in the 6th year, Lavender and Ron's love started, and so far, it still is. Hermione was happy for them. Before, she thought she was in love with Ron, but at the end, she realized love had many meanings to it. Ron had also let Harry and Ginny be together. And then there was Draco.

After he failed to kill Dumbledore, Voldemort had killed his mother. Snape was going to take Draco to Voldemort himself, but somehow Draco escaped. With nowhere to go, he had run into them, and begged them for him to stay.

At first, they thought it was a trick. But then he took them to the ashes of his house and showed them the Dark Lord's symbol. They finally let him in, but Ron was sure it was a trick. They all kept cautious of him, but then Draco proved his loyalty. After Death Eaters had captured Ron, Draco slipped away, and later came back, half dead, carrying Ron with him.

Since then, they called him Draco instead of Malfoy.

"Hermione, we're planning to move again." Ginny told Hermione, interrupting her thoughts.

"Hmm? Oh, yes." Hermione nodded, "I was about to say that myself."

Ginny smiled at her, and turned back to Lavender, who was painfully poking Ginny.

Hermione took a bit of watery oatmeal, grimacing. She turned to Harry and asked, "Any news from Dumbledore?"

Harry wiped his mouth and shook his head, "No. It's been almost two weeks and I don't get it. He hasn't sent anything."

Hermione sighed. They were the only ones who knew Dumbledore was still alive. He was very sick, and for now, was hiding like them. Every week, or even earlier, he would send secret messages to them. Mostly, it was just news from outside, but a two weeks ago, Dumbledore had said he had a plan to defeat Voldemort. And he still hasn't written yet.

"Why couldn't he just say the plan? Or where he was?" Harry continued, asking the same questions. "Sometimes . . . sometimes, I think he's dead." He had spoken what they all were dreading.

Draco shook his head. "That tough, old guy? No way. He's probably just making sure the plan works."

"But it's been two weeks!" Ron growled, frustrated.

"And it's been a month, and we haven't done anything! What do you expect a sick man could do in two weeks?" Draco shot back.

Ron and Draco glared at each other, fists clenched.

Ginny got up, waving her wand, so all the bowls piled up neatly. "Well, how about we move right now?"

Lavender jumped up. "Oh! Great idea!" She frowned at the dirty bowls. "But, I am not cleaning. They'll ruin my manicure!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "And since when, in the middle of war, do you have time to get a manicure?"

Everyone chuckled, and walked to their tents to pack up. There wasn't much and soon everyone was standing in a circle, holding hands. It was Draco's turn to pick a place.

"Where to?" Harry asked.

Draco grinned at him and winked.

Ginny groaned beside Hermione. "Why do I get a bad feeling about this?"

Before anyone could reply back, the woods disappeared. Hermione felt herself getting sucked down, and then felt herself wobbling around, holding Ginny.

"I am never going to get used to this." Hermione muttered, and Ginny laughed.

Lavender suddenly shrieked. "This place is paradise!"

Hermione looked around, and actually agreed with her. Even though it was autumn, the trees hadn't lost a single leaf. The ground was pure green, with cobblestones. Bushes of berries and flowers were everywhere.

Harry grinned. "We could just set camp right here."

Everyone nodded.

"What is this place?" Ginny asked Draco, as everyone started to pitch in tents.

Draco smiled, softly. "My mother and I used to come here when I was younger. We used to have picnics here before . . ." He let the sentence hang.

"How about we have a picnic for lunch?" Hermione blurted out, trying to end the awkward silence. Everyone stared at her. Hermione felt herself turning a little red.

Ron shook his head, chuckling. "A nice picnic in the middle of war. Well, why not?"

Hermione sighed with relief as everyone agreed. After the camp was set, and the spells were in place, Draco took them for a little tour.

"I need to show you a place. It'll be the best for lunch." Draco said, and started to run. Everyone looked at each other, surprised, and then grinned wildly, running after him. They found him panting against a tree. He was standing on a rock, which jutted out. A huge waterfall was in front of him, splashing water.

Draco grinned at us. "Anyone in for a swim?"

It felt so good to just care for nothing in the world; to forget everything about the past and future, and just enjoy the present. They needed this time to enjoy. To have fun before they face their fears. So, of course, everyone was in.

It was way past dinner, but Hermione was still sitting outside, watching the stars. Before she knew what was happening, the world around her was suddenly black.

Dumbledore was dead. Hermione stood there, looking through the window, while Harry ran at Snape. The world seemed to crash around her, and she didn't seem to notice the curses and spells flying around her. Only three words kept ringing in her head. Dumbledore was dead.

Ron came running to her. "'Mione, get out of here!" Shaking, Hermione stepped back. "Go home!" Ron yelled in her ear.

Hermione left. In a matter of seconds she was outside her house. What used to be her house. Instead, there were plain ashes and smoke. Hermione frowned, her tears frozen. She looked around, wondering if she thought of the right place. The muggle neighborhood was quiet and deserted, with fire flaming in a few houses. Hermione stepped toward her ruined house and gasped. There, engraved boldly, was a symbol. The symbol of the Dark Lord; the skull and snake stared back at her, taunting and grinning at her.

It whispered, "You're the only one left, Mudblood."

Hermione screamed, the tears rushing even faster and faster. She fell on the ground, realizing her parents were dead, just like Dumbledore. She lay there, not noticing the fires or the fire trucks, and kept crying.

And that was where Harry found her. She felt someone shake her, and she opened her eyes. But, instead of Harry's face, there was a skull, with a snake coming out of its mouth, reaching towards Hermione.

It hissed, "You're the last one, Mudblood."

Hermione screamed, sweating. She sighed, once when she noticed it was just a nightmare. She wiped her eyes, looked up, and screamed once again. There it was- the skull and the snake.

At once, everyone rushed to her. They didn't need to ask her what's wrong.

"Hurry and pack up, quickly!" Harry instructed. "They're near, and they'll attack. We can't hold them off for long."

Everyone set out packing and Hermione took off the spells around camp. Lavender and Ginny put all the supplies in Hermione's purse.

Lavender exclaimed, "This dress is beautiful, Hermione!"

Ron hissed, "Quiet!"

Lavender batted her eyelashes at him. "Of course, Won-Won."

Ron rolled his eyes, before helping Harry with his tent. Hermione noticed that Draco was the only one who wasn't helping. He just stood there, watching the forest.

Hermione walked up to him. "Draco, what are you doing?" Draco looked at her, with a faraway look on his face.

Harry rushed up to him. "Draco, think of a place quick! Ginny, Ro—." His last part was turned into a scream of pain, as he fell onto the ground, Draco's wand pointing at his face.

Hermione and Ginny yelled at the same time. "Harry! Dra-." Hermione's hands flew to her mouth, and glared at Draco. He had cast a silencing charm. That didn't stop Ron. He charged right at Draco, but before he could strangle him, Draco shot another spell, and Ron fell unconscious.

Lavender's mouth mouthed "Won-Won" and ran to Ron, cradling his head, crying. Ginny ran to Hermione's purse, where they had stashed their wands in hurry. Draco shot a spell that made her fly backwards, and land hard on the ground. Quickly, Draco started to change. His clothes turned into black robes, which covered his face. He looked like a Death Eater. Before Hermione could make a move, they were all surrounded by Death Eaters.

Hermione scanned around. There was about a dozen Death Eaters. It was going to be impossible to escape, being wand less and muted. Hermione saw Harry struggling to get up and ran to him. She gasped and stared at Harry. He had transformed, too. Harry, now, had a fat face, bulging cheeks, and his scar was gone, replaced with a huge wart. His hair was dark gray- He didn't look like Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, at all.

One Death Eater stepped forward. "Ah, there you are, Griffins."

Hermione stared confused at both of them. Couldn't he tell that that was Draco, and not some other man named Griffins? Surprisingly, Draco nodded his head, and spoke in a low, scratchy voice, "Yes, Lucius."

Hermione gulped. Lucius was Draco's father. Suddenly, it had dawned to her. Something must have happened to Draco, and this man, Griffins, must have used Polyjuice Potion, and looked like Draco. Now, he had told the Death Eaters where they were.

'It was all a plan, and we fell into it easily,' thought Hermione, 'Why didn't we listen to Ron?'

A different Death Eater growled at Griffins. "You bloody idiot! We thought you were caught, and the Lord would kill us for that!"

Another Death Eater spoke up, "You owe us now!"

Griffins chuckled, "Ah, my dear friends, that is where you are mistaken! I have got 5 little children here; you owe me 4, now."

Lucius cocked his head. "And what importance are these kids going to be, besides another addition to deaths?"

Griffins laughed, "Are you blind, Lucius? Take a look!" He pointed towards Ginny, who was now next to Ron and Lavender. "That is no other than Ron Weasley, and his sister." He pointed at Hermione. "And this is that wretched Mudblood." Hermione winced, and felt Harry tighten his grip on Hermione. Griffins pointed at Harry and Lavender, "And these two I just found."

Harry and Hermione frowned at each other. Why didn't he tell the Death Eaters that he was Harry Potter? Griffins would be rewarded greatly.

"Very good, Griffins. But, where is Harry Potter?" Lucius asked, unimpressed.

"Pardon me?" Griffin asked, confused.

Lucius pointed at Hermione. "If she's here, then Harry Potter should be here, too."

Griffins hung his head down in shame. "I am sorry, Lucius, but he had escaped."

All 5 kids stared at each other in confusion. Though they were muted, they knew what they all were thinking: Why is he lying?

Lucius flung his arms up in frustration. "Then what good will these kids do?!"

Griffins twirled his wand around. "Well, sire, ever heard of hostages before?"

"What?" Lucius asked.

"These are Harry Potter's friends. Surely he'll come to rescue them?" Griffins said slyly.

Lucius laughed at loud. "Griffins! Your plan is perfect!" Suddenly, his voice became deadly serious. "But rescue will not happen."

Griffins laughed with the other Death Eaters. "Of course, sire, of course!"

The Death Eaters carelessly dropped the kids in one pile. Lucius pointed the wand at them and beneath the hood, they saw him smirking. Then it was black.

A/N: There it is! My first chapter! I hope you like it, and please, please review! I love to get some tips and make this story better! Thanks!