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Prologue: Fate
It's funny how things sometimes turn out, isn't it? One moment you are sure of what will happen, or what you want, or both. I thought I was sure. I thought I knew who the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with was. I thought I knew that he would eventually propose, that we would get married, and that we would grow old together and watch as our children grew up. I thought I knew that The Golden Trio would outlive this war. That we would survive and cherish the memories of those we had lost.
I was wrong.
Nothing is certain in life. Not really. You can make an educated guess as to what will happen, be adamant that you are right, but inside you are actually breathless with anticipation, waiting for confirmation.
Nothing is impossible either. Especially in the world of magic. There is a high probability that something isn't true, that it can't happen, that it never occurred.
You probably think I'm crazy, whoever you are. Wondering why you haven't stopped reading this if you haven't already. You're probably right. I am crazy. But if I am, then that means that this world is in more trouble than you can even begin to comprehend, because I need my sanity to save the world.
That sounds extremely egotistical, doesn't it? But it's the truth. There are only two people here that know how to defeat Voldemort, and I happen to be one of them. The other... well... it's complicated. He likes letting people find out what they are capable of, and so he has laid this task on my shoulders. I have made him swear that if I fail that he will continue the work, but I don't think I needed to. He would have done it anyways, I am sure. He may take the backseat when he thinks someone else can drive, but he will never get out of the car.
Who is he? you may ask. Well, I am sure you will figure it out soon enough.
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had never been so careless. If I had never let my guard drop. That split second as I watched the man I loved fall cost me everything, and yet it gave me everything at the same time. I heard him scream, and my heart... I swear it stopped. I couldn't do anything but look. I turned to him, even though I was in the middle of a duel, and that mistake was all the Death Eater needed. Those Death Eaters, I should say. Since in that moment two Death Eaters decided to attack me at once.
And that is how I ended up here, in 1977. You may wonder why that is so unique, but I'm not supposed to be here. I shouldn't be here. I technically shouldn't even exist for another three years. I shouldn't be the age that I am for seventeen more on top of that.
Yes, you guessed it. My name is Hermione Jane Granger, and I have traveled twenty years back in time.