Summary: After losing the war the Order has lost all hope, so they decide to send Hermione Granger back in time to fix everything, to save everyone.

AN: This idea has been in my head for who knows how long and I finally decided to write. Hopefully this won't be another clichéd time travel story. I do have some plot twists up my sleeve. Mwahahaha……. This is only my second fanfic so comments would be appreciated. Please no flames!!

Stuff to know-

'Thoughts'

"Speech"

Hermione Jane Granger stood over the casket looking as if she could care less, but inside she was tearing herself apart. The war had taught her to hide her emotions, no matter what. Everyone had to do that in the war- it was the only way to survive, Occulumency and being able to adapt to any situation, and Hermione had learned both perfectly.

At the end of her fourth year, she and Harry have been secretly training for the war. They both knew that Voldemort would come after them. And it was all because Harry was the Boy-Who-Bloody-Lived. For years Harry and Hermione kept this secret from Ron, and it wasn't until what would be the trio's seventh and final year that he would find out and start training with them. By the time the Golden Trio was finally allowed to join the Order, they weren't so golden anymore. They had developed masks that nobody could see through; they couldn't allow it, not with all of the deaths and the spies that had affected the Order.

As the war progressed, the number of deaths was astronomical, and there was no end in sight. Murder and destruction weren't the only thing that affected the Order. There was a huge influx of spies that had been inducted into the secretive group.

However, even through all of this, people could still live their lives, and it wasn't until 1999 that the war got horrible. The Ministry had been completely corrupted and there were laws restricting everyone from 'Mudbloods' to 'Dark Creatures'- even if said dark creature supported Voldemort. If you supported the Light, you were immediately killed- no questions asked. But that was if you were lucky. The unlucky ones were tortured within an inch of their lives and thought death a blessing.

No one left their houses and trust was nonexistent. Diagon Alley was in ruins, as well as the rest of the wizarding world. The public had lost all hope; they knew that no one could save them.

What was remaining of the Order knew this too, so they devised a plan, a plan that was so radical, Tommy dearest would never think of it. But only a select few knew of it, one of them being Hermione Granger.

While Hermione was lost in thought, the rain started coming down in sheets. She tried to remember the good days when Ron was still sane and Harry was still alive. They had never found his body, even after days of searching. The Order thought that Voldemort had vaporized him. It was July 31st, Harry's 20th birthday, when what everyone thought would be the final battle. And they lost. They lost. Harry was dead and nothing mattered anymore.

'Harry, I wish you were here,' thought Hermione 'you would know what to do.'

All of a sudden, Hermione heard the sound of a twig snapping and whirled around-perfectly alert, but relaxed when she saw Severus Snape, in all his glory. He was the man who had saved her ass too many times to count. He was her mentor and confident.

"You shouldn't be out here brooding." He stated.

"No, that's your job Sev, brooding I mean." Said Hermione turning away from the casket to stare blankly at to swing trees. After a long pause Hermione spoke again "Do you ever wonder what it's like? Not being able to feel the pain and the anger and the hurt?"

"Everyday Maya. I wonder what life would be like if I hadn't taken the mark, if I hadn't gone back to Riddle. I think about all sorts of situations and try to think of what I could have done differently, but the fact is Mya, I can't change anything. We all have to deal with the present. We have to deal with the consequences, all of the consequences you insolent brat."

"Love you too Sev." Responded Maya dryly. She was used to his antics by now. One moment he could be just as sensitive and caring as a stuffed hippogriff, and then be as abrasive and rude as a really really pointy cactus. "But really Sev, what's the worst that could happen? I do something so unbelievably stupid that it causes the end of the world, and I mean honestly, is that so bad?"

Sev just stared at her before saying, "Just be careful Maya. I know you can do whatever is expected of you, especially after what happened to Ron. He didn't deserve that, nobody does. But you can't run away forever, you have to face what has happened to you sometime-"

"Don't you dare!" spat Maya harshly as her haunted hazel eyes flashed dangerously and the wind tousled her long curly brown hair. Their conversation was quickly turning hostile.

"- and that time had better be soon. You need to be in top form for the mission."

"Nobody asked your fucking-" started Maya defensively.

"You didn't ask, I volunteered. And don't question me or my judgment. I've been doing this a lot longer than you have, and I've been there when it all just hits you. When you finally realize what has happened to you. So don't tell me to 'stop' Granger." Replied Severus with a cold formality that chilled Maya, even if she didn't show it.

As Severus stalked away, she wrapped her arms around her thin well muscled frame. For the first time in years, Maya suddenly wanted to give in to the urge to break down and cry.

"God dammit! Where is it? I could've sworn it was right here." Mumbled Maya as she searched for her trunk. It was only because she was in her own well warded home that she even considered using wandless magic. It was one of the few skills that she had honed with Harry. After quickly summoning her trunk she grabbed her it and was ready to go. Mentally reviewing what needed to be done, Maya stepped out the door.

She was really going to do it; she was going to change the past.

AN: Is it worth continuing? Let me know.