A/N: Hello! I wish I could buy harry potter from JKR but I can't. I am fifteen years old and all my money is in a glass jar in my room. Yup I have four nickels to my name. Have fun. Don't flame. Remember this is AU. If it sounds like other stories, that is probably because I stole some ideas. Sorry! Anyway, only constructive criticism, none of this, 'that can't happen.' Stuff. It's my story. MINE. If you don't like, don't read. (Sorry for any American references.)
Hermione couldn't stand it anymore. With all she went through, the death of Harry Potter was what made her snap. She nearly went crazy after that. Everyone was terrified of her after that. How could I have let him go in there by himself? She thought. She had abandon Harry. Now almost everyone she knew was dead. Ron, Seamus, Luna, even Lavender Brown, all gone.
Hermione paced the room with fear. Minerva and Neville were supposed to meet her here about five minutes ago. Hermione worried for the woman, Minerva was usually very punctual. There was a knock at the door. Three loud knocks and five quiet ones. The person entered at Hermione's grunt. It was the professor. She held something quite precious in her hands. It was a huge time turner. Minerva looked as if she went through hell to get it. Then again, she probably did.
"He should be here any moment. He was right behind me."
Neville then walked in, bloody and bruised. He nodded at me. He was the only other person in our year that has survived, light or dark. Neville dropped the beaded bag by her feet. He smiled. Apparently the plan was successful. They needed money for their trip and the goblins had not chosen a side. Neville simply went to Gringotts after hours and removed the money from his and Harry's vault. Neville had the key of course.
HE obviously was ambushed on the way back or he had been in the recent past. Then again, we all have. The Death Eaters have been targeting people left and right. Just last week they found potterwatch and brutally slaughtered them all. The only reason Hermione had survived was her unusual ability to hide, helped along by Harry's invisibility cloak of course.
She was so tiny now. All of her baby fat was gone. That and she finally managed to tame her hair and chopped half of it off. Hermione could blend in so easily now. She looked at her own paper-thin wrists. Her skin was translucent. Then she looked at Neville. He looked so much older now. His eyes were no longer innocent and scared. He was taller and leaner, but the war had not made him cruel. He was the perfect choice for this project.
"I am ready now, Professor," Hermione said. Her voice did not betray how scared she felt inside.
"Hermione, I just wanted to let you know that you are the smartest witch I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. Your courage is unbounded. The world will never know what you are about to do. Neville, it is plain to see why you were placed in Gryffindor. Though you are not recklessly courageous, you do have loyalty and bravery. I only ask one thing of you. Take care of her." The professor sniffed. "Now please exchange the rings." Neville and Hermione traded simple gold bands. "Sign here. You are now Mr. and Mrs. Neville Riddle."
Minerva handed the large time turner to Hermione. "One hundred and forty turns. Take care Hermione, Neville. Goodbye."
"Goodbye," They said together, slightly tearful. That was the last time they would see Professor Minerva McGonagall.
The old woman exited the room. Hermione walked to the center and sat down. She held the time turner in her lap. Neville sat next to her. Hermione turned it once. Neville made a scratch on the floor and said "One." On and on they went, until "One hundred and thirty nine."
Hermione stopped. "I don't know if I can do this."
"Hermione, we have to. We already got married. Just one more turn."
"But how can we leave everything we know? Not only leave it, but erase it."
"To tell you the truth, I don't want to know this. I have lost everything and everyone I care about. They even got Luna. I can't live like this. We have to do this. We can prevent tens of thousands of deaths. My mother and father wouldn't be insane. Your parents wouldn't be dead. Them living and us being gone is much better than here." Neville grabbed on to Hermione. Hermione grabbed her beaded bag. "Just do it."
Hermione turned the time turner one last time and let go.
AN/ Like? Please say yes. Love you! Don't know why I chose Neville. He just seemed right for this story.