My first Time Travel fic, don't flame!
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"Mars."
The griffin statue on front of the Headmaster's office began to spin, the stairs leading to the office appearing from the ground. Hermione Granger – now Ravenclaw-Dumbledore – stepped on the first step and stood, waiting until it reached the top.
She stepped lightly off the stairs and just as she knocked on the door, it swung open, revealing a smiling man on a chair.
"Grandpa!" She squealed suddenly, flinging herself at him, almost squeezing the life out of the old man.
"Herm-mio-nee… Can't… Breath…" Albus Dumbledore wheezed.
Hermione gasped, stepping back and grinning, "Sorry."
"Never mind." He said, smiling, "Are you ready?"
She nodded, "Yes."
Albus Dumbledore smiled, waving his wand at her. The effect was immediate. Her dark brunette locks melted into honey curls, waving down until it reached her waist, her chocolate eyes were replaced with classic blue eyes. Her freckles dulled into small flecks on fair skin and she grinned.
"Well?" Hermione questioned.
"Here." Albus said, waving his wand. A mirror was conjured and Hermione gasped.
"That's me?" She whispered.
"Yes, but then know your glamour and power block's been dissolved, you should have the full powers of Rowena…" He said.
She squealed again and hugged Albus tightly. Fawkes gave a ringing laugh.
"I think that you might be the cause of my master's death."
Hermione looked at the phoenix, "Did you just speak?"
Albus's eyes widened but he watched her.
"Yes, eagle girl."
"Ok…" She said uncertainly, "Now what's up with you?"
Albus smiled brightly, "You've got the Speech of the Winds."
"Huh?" She muttered.
"Rowena Ravenclaw's special gift, just like Salazar Slytherin's Parseltongue." He explained.
"Oh." She said, blinking.
"Now, as you know, the Death Eaters and Voldemort have been defeated, yes? But then, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Luna, Neville, Remus, Sirius, James, Lily and countless others are dead?" He said.
"Yes." Hermione cautiously agreed.
"It's time to change the past." Albus exclaimed, taking out an hourglass.
Hermione nodded, "Yeah… What am I supposed to do?"
"Adopt Tom Riddle of course!" He said.
"What?!" She screamed.
"Then get the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," He rambled on, "And stop his evilness."
Hermione fainted.
"Perfect!" Albus said, waving his wand. Her belongings appeared, right next to her and five letters floated into her bag.
He began to chant words in Ancient Latin, Greek or was it Celtic?
But even so, she began to dissolve into mist, falling into a chasm of black abysses.
The last thing Albus saw of her was her eyes, they shone with a light that told him: I will do it.
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A blond girl was lying down on a bench when she opened her blue eyes and yawned, cursing her 'Gramps' inside her head. She stood up and grabbed her bags, surveying her current surroundings.
Godric's Hollow. How predictable. Hermione thought.
She took her bags and began to walk into the forest, looking at her bag, when she saw something in the corner of her eyes.
Hermione stopped, shrinking her bags quickly, stowing them in her pocket as she ran to that tiny object. It was a small silver rope. She pulled it apprehensively and watched as it lengthened.
She followed the rope into the woods, drawing her wand as it led her deeper into the woods.
She froze as she realised what and where it was leading her too. Hermione grinned and ran, her laughter bubbling from her excitement.
So, what do I know about the Ravenclaw Castle? She thought.
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In a small village called Little Hangleton, there was an orphanage. This orphanage was called Woods' Orphanage Centre, but the 'r' of the 'Centre' was falling off.
A beautiful brunette woman who looked around 20 was walking into the decrepit mansion, her sharp gray eyes stripping everything with its gaze.
As she walked in the mansion, kids suddenly burst into the hallway, showing good manners – and their hopeful glances. She smiled at the children, kneeling down and took out things from her bag.
"Who wants some sweets?" She asked.
The kids began to throng around her, demanding and asking for a bit of chocolate.
The woman laughed as she handed out Honeydukes' best milk chocolate.
She then spotted a solitary figure in the shadows and she went to the young man in the dark.
"Would you like some Honeydukes' chocolate, Tom Riddle?" She asked quietly, winking at him.
Tom's serpent green eyes widened and whispered, "Are you a witch too?"
Hermione nodded, "I'm taking you with me, don't worry about being in the orphanage for the rest of your life." She winked again and asked, "Where is the woman in charge of this place?"
Tom smiled slightly and led her deeper into the mansion, with young children surround her.
Hermione asked Tom, "What's the woman's name?"
A young girl holding Hermione's hand chirped, "Mrs Cole."
"Thank you, Anna." She said quietly, winking mischievously at the 5-year-old girl.
Hermione put her hand into her pocket and stopped suddenly.
"Who took things from my pockets?" She demanded, staring at two teenagers behind her.
Tom grinned, "Adam, Adrian, give back the woman her things."
The sandy haired boy glared at Tom, shaking her head.
Hermione's eyes blazed, "Give. Me. Back. My. Wand." She then took a look around her, taking out something from under her long sleeves.
It was a silver knife, studded with diamonds, sapphires and obsidian.
The darker boy's eyes widened and thrust back Hermione's willow wand back to her.
The lighter boy bit back a retort and with a trembling hand gave her back her purse.
Hermione smiled at the boys and kissed both of their cheeks, walking past Tom, winking.
Tom blinked and followed Hermione, grinning madly.
This is the type of woman I'd like to be with. He thought.
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So… Yeah.