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The ground was ice cold, while fire burned in her eyes. Destruction after terror was all she saw. Life was scarce, no one alive was seen. She crawled weakly around, in an attempt to regain her strength. Her chest felt like it was being weighed down by an unknown force. And, as though dust flew into her mouth, she was forced to cough. Her weak body coughed and it made her cough out her blood into her own hands, but it did not matter.

She called out, hoping for something, anything. Instead, she had to cough again.

"Mudblood up for another round? I thought you were dead!" A woman's voice shrieked. Hermione rolled her body around and saw Bellatrix Lestrange, and she cringed in fear.

"No!" A recognizable voice shouted. Hermione closed her eyes and waited. A spell was blown, but she sensed a shield go around her body. She had to open her eyes and she saw right above her, the boy who lived, who is going to live another day.

"You bitch!" He shouted towards Bellatrix who cackled mercilessly. Bellatrix pulled up her left dress sleeve, revealing her dark mark. Harry was boiling in rage, and he shouted the first spell that came to his head, "Sectemsempra!"

Bellatrix was shot with full force to the ground. Her body split into several cuts and blood gushed out of her body.

Then she shouted, "The Dark Lord will get you, Potter! And the little mudblood!"

Bellatrix cackled as her body bled and Harry stared on with fear as Hermione was still lying on the ground, bruised and broken. Harry removed the shield he used to protect Hermione and knelt down next her.

"Hermione," he said as he brushed some of her bushy hair out of her face.

"Harry is every one all right, he's not coming right?" She asked weakly.

"No, just those damn death eaters. There weren't enough of us to defeat them, we had only you, me, Lupin, Tonks, Mr. Weasley, Fred and Ron. I think this was his attempt to weaken me, killing all of you." Harry said confidently with fear and sadness laced in his words. Bellatrix cackled evilly in the background and she suffered her last breaths.

The Burrow was burned to a crisp on the ground. Ginny and Mrs. Weasley had gone to Shell Cottage for news updates on the rest of the Order from Bill and Fleur. Only Harry, Ron, Hermione, Mr. Weasley, Fred, Tonks and Lupin were at the Burrow discussing plans for the rest of the war. Dozens of Death Eaters had come to overthrow them unexpectedly. They had gone through the wards, with difficulties, that were set up by the Order. Ron was the first to die, a blast of green light was shot onto his chest once the Death Eaters had blasted the Burrow's door down, and he had fallen on the ground, with his now empty blue eyes. Hermione had screamed and lunged for him, but Lupin had forced her to go on and save herself. Lupin had said it was for Harry, and died without another word.

She had ran as fast as she could firing spells at every Death Eater she saw pass her way, until she was shot from behind with the Cruciatus curse and her wand had flown out of her hand. Millions of needles pierced her skin, her skin felt as though it was on fire. Screams of terror exited her mouth as Bellatrix Lestrange laughed and laughed.

"Look who I've got here, Potter and Weasley's little mudblood whore!" She had shrieked giddly. The pain of the Cruciatus lasted and lasted, and there was no way she could have put a stop to it. She blacked out after what had felt like a lifetime. Bellatrix cackled and tossed Hermione's body through the air, shouting victory screeches, thinking that Hermione was dead, and had moved on.

Hermione recalled those blasted memories and began to weep out her sorrows.

"Ron!" She moaned.

Harry patted her back and rubbed circles. She finally gave Harry a good look and saw that he was bloodied and bruised; it was as though he was hit with every curse imaginable.

She reached her weak arm out and put her hand on his shoulder, "We have to get you help! You're all injured!"

"You're worse than me, Hermione," he said and hugged her as she wept and Harry's eyes let out a few tears.

"Harry!" She cried, "Where's everyone else?"

It took him awhile before he answered and he sighed in defeat, "They are dead, we weren't ready. At least Mrs. Weasley and Ginny has not come back yet," and he began to cry more, "Ron was my best mate Hermione, and Mr. Weasley, Tonks, Fred, and Lupin. Everyone is dying because he wants me, not them, but me. Hogwarts is not even safe because of me, nowhere is safe where I go."

A year had gone on since the end of their sixth year when Albus Percival Brian Wulfric Dumbledore died. Dumbledore had let out few clues where the next horcrux was located, and Harry was left stranded. He had at least found the real locket that R.A.B. took originally, and had it destroyed.

A year had gone on as Voldemort kept regaining power over others. He infiltrated the ministry, and Harry became a wanted man. Raids of terror stroke whenever the Death Eaters came, people were murdered ferociously, as though The Death Eaters were hungry men.

Voldemort had announced to the muggles of his magical powers, so the muggles bowed before those with the wands. Most muggles hid in fear of the snake-man, while others sought to join him. Though, some continued on with their normal lives, as though it did not happen. Vernon and Petunia Dursley were murdered in cold blood when Voldemort stalked them looking for Harry. Only Dudley escaped and went into hiding.

Today was a fateful day. Ron had desperately wanted to see his mother and father again after all of the horcrux hunting. Harry had also had those yearns for motherly love, and eventually agreed with him. Hermione felt that this was not a good idea, and expressed her opinions, but she was stupidly outvoted by the boys. Molly Weasley had greeted them with tears starting to brim her eyes, thanking God that they were alive. She fed them with as much food as she could. She had already made plans to go to Shell Cottage to talk with Bill and Fleur about inside information that Bill had received at Gringotts. Ginny had persisted on going along with her, and Molly had given in. George had gone back to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes for some late business calls while Fred stayed home helping out. Lupin and Tonks were over for dinner and Arthur had come home early from work with fears he would be fired because of Voldemort's reign.

The Death Eaters had come at eight o'clock, and they had stood no chance.

"Harry, if it's anyone's fault, it is his. Only him! You have a power he doesn't! Love!" Hermione weakly shouted.

"And what is love worth! How can I love when the people I love turn up dead!" Harry yelled furiously. "I'm sorry Hermione, this cannot happen anymore."

"Harry! Hermione! What happened! I am gone for a short time and Death Eaters come! Where is everyone else?" Molly Weasley had apparated to the scene with Ginny and came running towards them.

"Dead." Hermione weepily answered through her uncontrollable tears, "They are all dead. I thought I was dead, but then I saw Harry."

Ginny screamed and fell on the ground crying and Molly's eyes starting flowing with tears as she rubbed Ginny's backside soothingly. Molly screamed why and hugged Ginny around her middle.

Through Molly's cries, she managed to reach into her pocket and take out a letter and cry, "Take this!"

Harry approached her and took the letter and as he and Hermione cried, they read it together:

Dear Harry, Ron and Hermione,

Clearly by now you are back at the Burrow with Molly Weasley. I gave her this letter, for I trusted her with it. Now yes, a year had passed since my death by now. I am dead because of the curse on my hand from the horcrux ring; it was planned so I would not have to suffer before I die. You have waited a year for this letter since I wanted to give you three a chance to find all of the horcruxes, which clearly has not been done, and Voldemort apparently is not dead.

Enclosed in this letter is a Plan B option. Do not keep reading unless you have no other choice, for inside is classified ministry information.

Time travel is a delicate magic that when tampered with can cause any type of change. Voldemort must be stopped. Too many are dead or going to die at his hands. Life must be changed for the better. In order to do that you must change the past.

Yes, you think I am a crazy old fool, in fact, many do. The ministry has been experimenting for years to create another device for longer lengths of time travel, like the time turner. They want to go back to times in the past and study those who lived then and be able to come back when they are done. Of course I have perfected it. It is a prototype and has not yet been tested, so it may not be able to bring you back to your present time once you are in 1946. If it can bring you forward in time, the furthest it can go is this current time. If it makes you feel better I have no doubts in my magical capabilities.

Yes, 1946, the year Tom Riddle turns 20. He will definitely have both the diary and the ring horcruxes made. You must find and destroy them. You must get close to him in order to kill him. He does not know you or have ever heard of you. If you meet him, he will be curious of you and want to get close to you three. Let him.

Lie that you three went to Beauxbatons, make up any lie to any question he may ask. In that time he will be working at Borgin and Burkes. That is where you will meet him. I cannot plan everything out for you, that is the basic idea of what you must do. I have no idea how long it may take you, maybe years.

For everyone else in your time, they will never know who Voldemort is, if you do everything correctly and murder him.

Enclosed is the device for you to travel back in time, it is simple enough to use, simply write in the correct year.

Sincerely

Albus Percival Brian Wulfric Dumbledore.

"This is amazing, we can, we can, save everyone from the terror that is Voldemort. Harry! Your parents will be alive! Ron, Lupin, Tonks, Fred, Mr. Weasley, Dumbledore, Sirius, Neville's parents will be sane, everyone who died in the first war! This is amazing! Oh Harry we must!" Hermione said through her tears.

"My parents-," Harry croaked.

"Good luck," Molly cried, "Please save my family."

Ginny stared at the lot in utter confusion for she did not read the letter.

"Mum, what's going on?" She asked with tears still streaming down her face.

"Oh, you and I will never know," She said with a huge grin as tears continued to stream down her eyes and she hugged her only daughter again.

"Harry, Hermione, please succeed. Let Arthur and my children live," Molly begged as a farewell with her hands locked around the other. Hermione locked eyes with Molly and nodded her head stiffly.

Hermione noticed the strange device still inside the envelope. She grabbed it and noticed it was a locket on a chain. A small rectangular shaped hold was on the outside where Hermione figured was where you wrote the date. She conjured a quill out a thin air, pulled Harry close to her and put the chain on her and Harry. She wrote 1946 and they disappeared and time went blank.

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