A/N: Well this is my first full length story on this account, I'm more of a oneshot kinda person.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series, that belongs to J.K. Rowling and her Brilliance!

If I should stay, I would only be in your way. So I'll go, but I know I'll think of you every step of the way. And I will always love you. I will always love you. You, my darling you – Whitney Houston

Prologue:

Hermione Jean Granger was usually a very optimistic girl, but on this bright morning life just didn't seem like it would get any better. Not even ten hours ago Hermione and her peers, teachers and fellow Order members were going to war with Voldemort and his Death Eaters. They had won the war but Hermione felt empty, she couldn't seem to get the images of the battle and all the dead out of her mind. The screams of the fallen and the yelling of curses were chasing each other round and round in her brain causing an uncomfortable pressure to start to build behind her eyes. Stopping in front of the stairs leading to the Great Hall to rub out a crease that had formed between her eyes Hermione groaned out her frustrations, sadly in her mini tantrum she didn't hear the soft patter of feet coming up behind her before she was shoved roughly down the giant marble staircase.

The hooded figure seemed to glide down the stairs and stopped at the head of Hermione Jean Granger before silently casting a bright blue light at the girl…

Chapter 1

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"Hermione? Hermione dear can you hear me?"

Hermione groaned softly as an elderly voice entered her subconscious.

"She's waking up! James go get a healer!" the voice sounded again closer to Hermione this time.

Hermione was confused; the last thing she remembered was walking to the Great Hall to meet Harry when she was shoved down the stairs. Was she in the hospital wing? Prying her eyes open Hermione was immediately assaulted by a harsh bright light. After the immediate reaction of slamming her eyes closed again Hermione eased her eyes open and looked around. She deduced that she seemed to be in a hospital room, St. Mungo's she assumed. Hermione was still checking out the ceiling when a throat cleared immediately pulling Hermione's eyes to the maker of the noise.

"Hermione are you okay love?" The speaker was a slim woman about the age of fifty, she had gorgeous red hair that had streaks of brilliant silver weaving throughout, her eyes were a warm brown and she had laugh lines that marred the perfection that was her beauty. If Hermione had to guess, she would assume that the woman came from money if the pearls on her throat were anything to go by. There was something about the woman that brought comfort to Hermione for no reason at all, it was odd the woman kind aura that reminded Hermione of someone, she just couldn't put her finger on it at the moment, but it would come to her.

"Hermione dear, are you okay?" The woman spoke again bringing Hermione's attention to the woman who was now wringing her hands nervously. Hermione opened her mouth to reply when a coughing fit hit her. The woman rushed over and helped Hermione sit up before handing her a cup of water that had been sitting on the bedside table. After taking a couple sips Hermione looked up at the woman and stared into the woman's kind blue eyes curious as to why she was there.

"Excuse me ma'am, I don't want to be rude but who are you?" Hermione asked. Hermione blinked owlishly after she spoke, she barely recognized her own voice; she sounded young, like a child. The woman sucked in a ragged breath bringing Hermione's eyes back to her face, Hermione immediately notice the tears welling up in the woman's eyes and she was immediately worried that she had said something wrong.

"My name is Dorea Potter and," the woman, Dorea, paused and took a shuddering breath. "I am your mother." Hermione looked at the woman like she was insane, Hermione had a mother and it was surely not this woman.

Hermione opened her mouth to respond but suddenly the room was invaded by a flustered healer who was trying to catch her breath along with a boy about the age of ten who seemed to have dragged the poor woman all the way to the room from Merlin knows where.

"I see indeed that Miss Potter has rejoined us in the land of the living." The healer said as she caught her breath, she brought out her wand and silently ran a diagnostic check on Hermione who was bewildered as to why she was being called 'Miss Potter'. "Would you like to use the loo while I have a chat with your mum?" the healer asked Hermione with a kind twinkle in her eye.

Hermione nodded slowly and the healer helped her out of bed, it was at this moment Hermione noticed her body, no longer was she the five-two curvaceous woman that she remembered herself to be, she seemed to be back in her prepubescent body. Scared Hermione ran straight for the mirror in the restroom and gawked at what she saw.

Looking back at Hermione was a ten year old girl with unruly/curly flowing black hair that reached mid back; the girl had gorgeous blue eyes a little button nose and full lips that seemed to be permanently pouting. The girl, as Hermione dubbed her in her mind, stood at four foot nine inches with a hospital gown that reached her ankles, she was covered in bruises that Hermione had been missed in the first cursory glance she had taken. Hermione raised her hand to reach out when the girl made the same motion, shocked Hermione dropped her hand in surprise, and she was even more surprised when the girl mirrored her again.

Reaching out again Hermione's hand met the cool surface of the mirror, putting her palm flat against the glass Hermione's brain struggled to process the information it was receiving.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" Hermione whispered to herself in her high, child-like voice as she ran a hand over her new face.

Hermione was piecing together clues trying to come up with a logical explanation to her current predicament. She had two theories, one she was officially crazy and had never really won the war but had gone insane when she was tortured by Bellatrix and was sitting in a padded cell in the crazy ward of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, or two something crazy and magical had happened when she fell down the stairs and she was in for a whole lot of crazy.

There was a rap on the door startling Hermione out of her thoughts. "Miss Potter, are you finished in there?" Hermione turned her head to the door that separated her from whatever was going to happen and took a deep breath.

"Let's do this." Hermione said lamely to encourage herself.

Walking back into the main room of the hospital room Hermione was immediately herded back to the squishy hospital bed that she woke up on. Once sitting Hermione inspected the only person who she had only briefly glanced at when he came in. Hermione looked at him in shock; this boy could have been Harry's twin! Everything about the boy was identical to the younger Harry in her memories, from the lanky body to the wild hair. The boy looked up and met Hermione's eyes as if he knew she was cross examining him, Hermione sat back a little in shock when she saw his eyes, they were exactly the same color as her new eyes. It was odd looking into his eyes of the boy in front of her, Hermione felt something stir within her but ignored it as she turned away to look at the healer who had just begun to speak.

"Now Hermione do you feel any pain anywhere?" when Hermione shook her head 'no' the woman continued. "Well Mrs. Potter brought something to my attention so if you don't mind I'd like to ask you some questions."

"Alright, if it's necessary ma'am." Hermione said in a small voice as she casted a wary glance at the lady, Dorea, she corrected herself mentally.

"First do you know what today's date is is?" the healer asked as a pad of paper and quill popped into existence in her hands.

"No ma'am." Hermione said nervously, not only did she not know the date she didn't know about anything that seemed to be going on.

"Alright, do you know how you got here?" Hermione shook her head 'no' again feeling a ball of worry form in the pit of her stomach. "Do you know who the people behind me are behind me?" Hermione swallowed hard glancing at the Woman and her son standing by the door before she again shook her head 'no'.

A sob brought Hermione's attention to Dorea, who had broken out into tears because of Hermione's answer. Hermione felt bad that the woman was in so much pain, but not knowing the situation there wasn't much that she could do about it. The young boy next to the woman caught Hermione's attention as he quickly wiped away a tear that had escaped his eye; he looked up at Hermione before snatching his hand from Dorea's and storming out of the room.

"Miss Potter if you could give me and your mother a minute out in the hall I will be right back alright?" Hermione nodded and watched as the two women left the hospital room, leaving the door open a crack. As soon as she thought it was safe Hermione jumped out of the bed to listen at the crack of the door.

"Mrs. Potter I don't know how to say this," the healer paused to take a breath before continuing. "Your daughter seems to be suffering from amnesia, she doesn't recognize you or her twin brother, and this is a sign that whatever happened when she was kidnapped was very traumatic causing her mind to shut down. My diagnostic spell showed a little swelling in her Occipital Lobe and Hippocampus and that might have caused the amnesia. Her memories might come back later but for right now you should re-introduce yourself and try to build up a relationship with her, she's going to need it." The healer finished with a sympathetic tone, trying to soothe the distraught woman who had, rightfully so, broken down at the news of her 'daughter'.

Hermione backed up to the bed before collapsing onto the mattress behind her, 'so there are new clues' she thought to herself. Not only did this woman think that Hermione was her daughter who had gone through something 'traumatic', she also had a 'twin' brother. This was turning into something crazy right before Hermione's eyes.

Hermione looked up as the healer, Dorea, and the young boy returned to the room. The healer picked up Hermione's chart and started to flip through the pages making 'Mmmm's and 'Ahhhh's as she walked out of the room. Hermione's attention was then captured by the boy from earlier clearing his throat as he stood next to her bed.

"Hi Hermione, I'm James! James Potter your handsomest older brother!" Hermione held her breath as she stared at her best friend's father; James Potter was standing before her, alive, well and ten years old. An odd idea popped into existence at that moment. Testing her theory Hermione opened her mouth to ask a question.

"Hi James, could you tell me what today's date is?" she asked hoping he wasn't going to say what she thought he would.

"Today is November nineteenth, 1970." He said happy to help his sister out. As he smiled at the stunned girl, gears were turning in Hermione's brain. No matter how calm she looked on the outside she was freaking on the inside. '1970? What the bloody hell is going on here? First I get shoved down the stairs and next thing I'm aware of is me sitting twenty-odd years in the past! Merlin's beard I'm ten!'

"How did I get here?" she asked James with a small voice. Instead of James answering Mrs. Potter spoke up.

"You were kidnapped a year and a half ago sweetheart, we just rescued you two days ago. The healer says something happened that made you lose your memories." Mrs. Potter walked over and sat on the side of Hermione's bed taking Hermione's hand in hers. Hermione looked up at the woman in surprise 'so I'm in the past, I'm James Potter's twin sister and I have no idea how I got here. Great!'

"What's my name?" Hermione asked the woman, her mother she corrected herself. 'If I went back in time it's for a reason, maybe I can save everyone'.

"You are Hermione Dorea Potter, twin of James Charlus Potter you two were born on March 27, 1960, it was my proudest moment." Pride was shining through Mrs. Potters eyes at her words. 'So I'm in the past, I guess I can make the best of this, or freak out later'.

"Do you remember anything Hermy?"James asked looking around his mother at Hermione with a hopeful expression.

Hermione shook her head sadly "No I'm sorry, I was so confused when I woke up, it's like I've seen you before but I can't remember where, I really can't remember anything before I woke up." Hermione looked at the two in front of her apologetically, feeling pity that the girl they knew was no longer there.

Hermione then found herself in a conversation with her 'brother' for the next hour; she was surprised at how close she felt to the young boy. 'Siblings, it's something I've never had before.' Hermione was surprised at how much she seemed to smile with the young boy.

As James nodded off hours later on her bed Hermione looked out the window of her little room surprised to see how dark it was, stifling a yawn Hermione looked over James Potter. Hermione could see so much of her youngest best friend in the boy and it made her heart hurt that He would never see his son grow old. 'I'll change that!' Hermione swore to herself. If she was truly in the past Hermione swore to change the fate of everyone she could. As she finally gave into her drooping eyelids she almost fell out of her hospital bed as the door banged open.

Standing in the door was a regal looking man; he had short black hair and a strong jaw with stubble that Hermione knew her best friend Harry had definitely inherited. Using deductive reasoning Hermione guessed this man to be Charlus Potter her 'father'. He stood at around six foot and had an amazing physique for someone of his age.

The man took a second to scan the room before quickly walking to the bed and scooping a surprised Hermione into his strong arms. Hermione was surprised at his forwardness but then realized that this was a man who had been missing his young daughter for a year and a half and this was his first time seeing her awake.

"Dad! You're back finally!" James said jumping onto his father's back to join in on the hug.

"Yes your father had to put away the bad guys that thought it alright to hurt Daddy's little princess!" Charlus Potter said as he put his children back on the bed. He ruffled James' hair before he lovingly planted a kiss on Hermione's forehead.

"Charlus? Oh you're finally here!" Dorea had reentered the room after leaving to go to the cafeteria to get some coffee for herself. Putting the steaming cup down Dorea grabbed her husband's arm before pulling him out of the room, no doubt to inform him of their daughter's condition.

Hermione finally calmed her racing heart that had kick started at the sudden entrance of Charlus Potter and laid back down in the bed before scooting over as she saw James hungrily eyeing her pillow. As she and her brother snuggled together readying themselves for sleep Hermione reflected on her day before smiling and drifting off to sleep.

'Everything will be alright, I swear it'.

Alright Review if you want, I mean I'll still post even if noone reads it...

So Chapter 2 will be up soon, I am always 2 chapters ahead in my writing, for example, I posted this because I just finished Chapter 3 and so on so forth. I can also promise that I will not be posting from May 19th to May 26th because that is finals week (ugh kill me now!) that and I have to study...