The idea that she was the sole survivor of the Golden Trio had begun to seep in. Anger replaced the anguish

and began to bubble up inside her and overtake her body. She was determined: she would destroy Voldemort if

it was the last thing she did. He had taken away everything that mattered to her, and he would pay the price.

She would do anything to destroy Voldemort and take everything from him just like he had to her. All she had

left was what was in her beaded bag containing a few beaten up and burnt pictures of her loved ones that had

now left her, her wand, her copy of Hogwarts: A History and other books, Ron's old quidditich uniform ( which

Ron had made her carry for luck) ,Harry's invisibility cloak, and the Marauders Map. She continued to walk

through the destruction. She could start to feel the pain that seemed to be in all her body, probably as a result

of the Crucio she was struck with several times during battle. She realized her head was bleeding, her leg felt

like it was broken, and she couldn't move the fingers in her right hand.

She spotted a light nearby; she immediately tensed up and gripped her wand fiercely in front of her as she

walked silently forward. She saw a shadow pass by the light and spun around preparing the possible spells in

her head. The light was coming from what used to be Dumbledore's office. Hermione hesitantly made her way

up the stairs preparing her for the worst. There, sitting upon one of the many shelves was a stone, the

resurrection stone. It was giving off an intensely bright light that blinded her as she walked towards it. She

reached out to grab it, and immediately after grazing it with her fingers it sucked her in like a portkey. Only

after seconds of spinning and turning through what seemed like space itself did she finally feel her back hit

solid ground. She looked around rubbing her head softly. It was like nothing she had ever seen before. It was a

white room that seemed to go on forever and no one in site. And like someone else was controlling her, she

pushed herself up off the floor and began to wonder around having no idea where she was headed. She spotted

a lamppost standing by itself amidst all the white not too far away. After coming closer she realized there was

a man standing underneath it, unmoving. Her breath hitched and she could no longer feel her heart beating.

She couldn't believe it, it couldn't be, it wasn't possible. The mystery man was Dumbledore, her dead

headmaster, the man who used to be the most powerful wizard ever. She had become so angry with him

during her time on the run for putting Harry through such things. She was angry at Dumbledore for

succumbing to darkness with Grindlewald while still expecting them to risk their lives for the light. He had kept

secrets from Harry that he never should have and caused him so much pain. But upon seeing the headmaster,

all her anger vanished and was replaced with a mixture of disbelief and happiness. Not knowing what had

come over her she ran towards him, embracing him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder.

"Hermione" he spoke in a gentle voice. She pulled back staring at him.

"How is this possible? Where am I? How are you here? Am I dead? Is this a dream?" The questions poured out of her.

"No, you are not dreaming nor are you dead, but you are in the land of the dead," he stated solemnly.

She must be going insane, she thought. "What is the land of the dead? How did I get here?"

Dumbledore looked somewhat amusedly at the blubbering girl and replied "The stone brought you here." And

before she could interject, he held up his hand to stop her and continued, "I know what you're thinking, but

the resurrection stone has changed. In light of all the deaths the power of the stone has changed. It usually

brings the dead to the living but since so many have died, it brings the living to the dead."

Hermione's mind was spinning comprehending all she had just been told.

"Hermione Granger, you have been chosen, the fate of the wizarding world now rests on your shoulders."

This must be some kind of joke! Everyone is dead; the wizarding world's fate has already been decided. They lost, and everyone was gone.

"This present that you know is not permanent, it can always be changed, but it takes somebody of great courage and strength. That somebody is you."

I would do anything, anything to save the ones I loved and the rest of the world form this fate, but Dumbledore is dead, and this must be a trap. But if it was then why hadn't they killed her already?

"Hermione I know you are hesitant, and you have been through more than anyone should ever have to, and I ask too much of you, but would you be willing to save the world if it meant giving up all you've ever known?"

Of course I would. I would do anything.

"That's what I thought. You are such a Gryffindor and we all owe you our lives. You will be sent back twenty years in order to stop this all from happening from the beginning. "

What? Is that even possible? 20 years …that is when Harry's parents were at school. Oh god…. I will do it. I will do anything...You have to be strong Hermione.

"Then it is settled, farewell and good luck"

And with that, a blinding light took over Hermione, and she feel into darkness.