A/N: Hey! This is my 2nd story! My first one is called Battle Cries, and it would be wonderful if you could read that too. It's also a H/Hr paring!
This story may seem boring at the beginning, but trust me, it WILL get better soon! Please R&R, ALL REVEIWS MAKE ME HAPPY! Enjoy!
Erasing Time
Chapter 1
Hermione's POV
It's been 4 years.
4 flippin' years.
4 years since the final battle where Harry lost and Voldemort had won.
In those 4 years, ¾ of the muggle population went down, as well as half the Wizarding population.
Just thinking about this, about Harry, made me shed silent tears. I was alone in a safe house I created myself because the Order had fallen. I was 1 of the 3 muggle-borns left alive right now.
Voldemort had taken over the Ministry of Magic and The Daily Prophet. Even The Quibbler went silent, and that was saying something.
I didn't know if the Weasley's were dead or alive because all the communications were intercepted by the Death Eaters. My parents died in a plane crash on their way back from Canada.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was never repaired under Voldermort's orders, and anyone who tried to repair it (there were some) would be severely punished.
In other words, life was a living hell, and I had to go through it all alone.
..ooOoo..
My safe house was in a deserted city (yeah right, like I'd tell you) with protecting charms around it to keep it hidden-for now.
I haven't really changed what-so-ever. I was the same height (5"6'), my hair was still wild and untamable, and I was still the bookwork everyone knew me as.
I finished my cup of coffee and picked up a book that I've read at least 5 times already. This was pretty much my daily schedule:
9:00 am Wake up and brew a cup of coffee or tea
9:30 am Make breakfast
10:15 am Wash dishes
10:30 am Read a book
12:00 pm Have a snack
12:15 pm Clean the house
2:30 pm Read another book
4:30 pm Cry about the battle and who lost their lives and loved ones
5:30 pm Make dinner
6:00 pm Have dinner
6:30 pm Clean up and wash dishes
7:00 pm Read another book
9:00 pm Cry again
10:00 pm Go to sleep
I regretted a lot of things that I could've done, but didn't. For example: I ran past a few battles between my friends, but I ignored them and ran to find Harry instead of helping. Half those battles my friends died in. I could've helped Malfoy to change sides, but I was too scared.
But the one that scarred me the most was that I didn't tell Harry that I loved him.
..ooOoo..
As I was doing my daily routine (reading my second book of the day), I heard a low humming coming from my bedroom. I was scared that it could've been a Snatcher or a Death Eater, so I whipped out my wand as it felt foreign in my hand because I hadn't used it for a long while.
The humming started to grow louder and louder until it sounded like a fire alarm. I looked in my room, and something was glowing brightly under my bed, lighting up my entire room gold. I cautiously made my way over and crouched under my bed to see where the light was coming from. It was to bright to look at directly at it, so I turned my head away and reached my hand out and felt around for the object. I was about to give up and stick my head in there, when something touched my hand and it was so hot that I had to retract my arm a bit.
I took a deep breath, and then closed my hand around the burning object and brought it out. The humming died down, as well as the light and heat. My eyes adjusted to the new lighting of the object, and noticed it was my old Time Turner.
Of course! Why didn't I think of this before? Maybe because the idea's stupid! My wise side tried to reason with me. Your past self will still be there! But I didn't care. I could change this disaster.
I prepared myself for time travel, took a deep breath and prayed I remembered how to do this properly. I turned the Time Turner enough times that would take me back 1 month before the final battle. And then I disappeared and my safe house echoed with a loud WHOOSH!, and then became as quiet as it has always been.