AN
None of the characters belong to me sadly. The characters belong to JK Rowling. This story is AU and the characters will be OOC. This is also my first story, so give it a chance.
As the sun shown down on the countless scattered bodies strewn about on the blood stained field, a Hermione Granger let out a piercing cry as a lone tear made its way down her face for all that she had lost. As she stared unblinkingly over the mangled bodies of her friends and comrades, she relived the moment when she had truly lost everything.
Curses were being thrown every way imaginable, and people were dropping like flies, regardless of the side they fought for. As she dodged a sickly-green colored curse she looked to the middle of the field where she saw Harry and Voldemort dueling. The Final Battle had started at 6pm and it was already 5am. Hermione had taken down many Death Eaters already, but there were still many more to deal with, and the numbers of the light side were steadily diminishing. Ginny had died early on in the battle when Fenrir Greyback got a hold of her. In his anguish at the loss of his sister, Ron in his fury, abandoned his wand and attacked the crazed werewolf with his bare hands. Although Ron managed to cause him some damage, Fenrir used his superior strength to snap Ron's neck like a twig. Those were only two of the many casualties that Hermione was forced to witness. Molly, Arthur, Kingsley, Remus, Tonks, George, Moody, and countless others all fell at the hands of the enemy. Hermione was exhausted, but as she looked around she saw that Harry and herself were the only one's on the light side still fighting. Harry was busy trying to finish off Voldemort. So that left her with seven Death Eaters to herself, two of them being Bellatrix Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy. Just as she was about to cast a slicing curse at Malfoy, a blinding light distracted her from the duel. Prior Incantatem had occurred again between Harry's and Voldemort's wands, but this time the light did not only enclose the duel in a protective bubble, but it also created an explosion within itself. Hermione turned to continue on with her duel, but all the remaining Death Eaters had dropped to the ground. As the area enclosed within the Prior Incantatem cleared, Hermione saw two lifeless bodies on the ground. The sun rose, the war was over, but there was nothing left to live for.
Hermione was brought out of her memory by someone clearing their throat. Still not wound down from the battle she automatically fired a stunning hex at the unknown person, only to have it pass right through them as if they were a ghost. Wand still raised Hermione finally looked at the stranger who appeared out of nowhere. He was about 6'6" with chiseled features and dark blue eyes that seemed to pierce through her very heart. As she looked closer at him she noticed that he was not, in fact, a ghost. So there was no plausible reason for a spell to pass right through him.
"Ah Hermione, all will be explained in due time."
"Who the hell are you?" she asked quite calmly, "and what in the bloody hell are you doing poking around in my head? How did you manage to get through my Occlumency shields, not even Dumbledore could?" she fired off in rapid succession.
The man answered, "I have many names, but you may call me Fate, and although Albus Dumbledore was a powerful wizard he is no match for a God."
"So you mean to tell me that you're a GOD?" the young witch asked incredulously, "well if you are one what are you doing here?"
Fate looked a little flustered before he replied "Ah you see this is where things get a little complicated. The thing is; I made a mistake regarding your birth. You see, you were supposed to be born September 19, 1971, not 1991. I misread the dates, and because of that you ended up being born after you were supposed to, which incidentally lead to the destruction you see before you." He trailed off while attempting to judge what the young woman's reaction would be.
"WHAT?" Hermione yelled, "You mean I lost EVERYTHING I loved because you couldn't get my BIRTH right? FIX IT NOW!" She glared at him and watched him quiver under her baleful stare.
"Alright, alright, don't get your knickers in a twist that's what I'm here for," Fate explained. "You see once I correct your birth the outcome of the war will change significantly. In fact there won't even BE a second war. All I need to do now is get your permission to put you where you belong, with a few added perks of course for my, ah…easily made mistake.
The witch looked at him as if he was crazy before replying, "of COURSE I want to go to where I belong! I'll get a chance to fix everything up for Harry, Ron and everyone else!" She looked exuberant before confusion flashed over her face. "Hold on," she said, "will I retain my memories of this life?"
"Of course not my dear, you will not need them for the change in time to be successful. In fact, if you kept your memories they would jade you, and the future would not change." Fate replied matter-of-factly.
Hermione shed a few tears for the life she would never remember before nodding to Fate that she accepted the situation. Fate looked on her with remorse before he said a few words in a language unrecognizable to human ears, and with that Hermione Granger was no more.
