A/N: I couldn't write my other story because my brain was buzzing with ideas for this. For this story, all the information about Horcruxes was given to them in fifth year but they don't know how to destroy them yet. Review please! I'm open to critiscism but please don't be mean. There might be some M-Rated language in this but not as much as my last one. Anyway, here it is...

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, then I wouldn't be writing this because I would've made it one of my books!

Chapter 1

Voldemort.

It was repeating in her mind like a broken record. That thing that had brought so much pain and terror and death. That thing that was to blame for this evil in the world. That thing that was to blame for Sirius' death. Not moments ago, his lifeless body fell through the veil. He was smile was plastered over his face but the light left his eyes when the curse hit him. Hermione stood in shock, just staring at the veil. Her wand was half-raised and tears were threatening to fall. But they never came. Just before they spilled over her eyes, she heard a shrill cackle. The kind that makes your blood run cold and the hairs on your neck stand on end. Bellatrix. She had killed her own cousin. She had killed Harry's last remaining family. She had killed Sirius. And Hermione swore to kill her.

Amidst all the screaming of curses and counter-curses, Hermione could hear her footsteps running. They were clear and distinct, completely out of place in a battle.

Coward.

Hermione ran after her as fast as she could. She was within firing range but she wasn't close enough. A curse from here would hit but not harm, merely knock her to the floor. But she wasn't called the brightest witch of her age for nothing. Even when she was blinded by cold fury, she was still logical.

"Incarcerous!"

And Bellatrix was bound. Her black eyes looked up at the young witch. They looked empty, like bottomless pits. It was unnerving but Hermione wasn't paying attention to that. She unbound Bellatrix from the ropes and screamed at her.

"You killed him! You filthy bitch, you killed your own cousin!"

"Oh, did you love him?" she said mockingly, using the same tone that she had used with Harry not so long ago.

"Crucio!"

Bellatrix writhed on the ground in pain. She screamed. It was like music to Hermione's ears. The rest of the battle had faded into the background. Nothing mattered except her and Bellatrix.

"He was your cousin! You're nothing but a cold-blooded murderer!"

Her lack of concentration caused the curse to halt. Bellatrix quickly shook off the after effects and began duelling with the young witch fiercely. Many jinxes and hexes were sent her way, but the last one caused her heart to stop momentarily.

"Remittimus aeternum!"

Hermione's eyes widened with shock. She knew that spell. The battle seemed to stop. Black eyes were the last thing Hermione saw before a crackling purple jet of light hit her square in the chest, rendering her unconscious.

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Hermione woke up in a room she didn't recognise. It was massive. Three walls were painted in the faintest pink while the one behind her was a deep dusky rose colour. She had mirror wardrobes backed against the wall on her right and a vanity directly in front of her. A huge window let the natural light pour through and Hermione wondered why the curtains weren't shut on her four-poster bed which matched the room. She sat up and wandered over to the window, still sluggish from sleep. She looked out to see four boys on the grass below her, two floating on broomsticks, one watching and the last watching the two fliers in awe. One boy swerved on his broom, tossing his hair and laughing. She saw the familiar light in his bright grey eyes. Sirius. The Marauders. And suddenly, everything clicked. She remembered Harry having a dream and breaking into the Department of Mysteries. She remembered Sirius dying and Harry's pained expression. She remembered duelling Bellatrix and the last curse that was sent her way.

The time-travel curse.

That curse was forbidden by the Ministry for obvious reasons. It would send the victim back in time indefinitely. There was no way out. Hermione, being the avid reader that she was, knew all about this curse. Many never, but Hermione did. She knew the ins and outs of it. It fascinated her. But she never thought it would've been used on her. Clearly, Bellatrix didn't know much about this spell however. She knew the incantation and the basics of what it did. But she didn't know anything else. The curse sends the victim back but it also stops the present. Time will not progress until the victim catches up. History will rewrite itself to fit the victim. They will have a past that they are aware of and the future will change due to their presence in the past. She could change everything. She could stop so many people from dying. She could stop the Second War. She could give Harry his parents.

Her heart clenched irrevocably at the thought of Harry. She would never see him again. Or Ron. Or any of the Weasley's for that matter. No more Lavender or any of the other giggling girls in her dorm. No more Seamus and Dean and Neville. No more Luna. Not even a Draco fucking Malfoy! Not her parents either. Grief overcame the girl as she lay down on her bed and just stared at the wall. She let the grief wash over her, consuming her. She didn't cry. She refused to. There was no going back and crying wouldn't make it any better. It was a good thing that she was here. She could destroy Voldemort while she here. Harry had told her in confidence about the Horcruxes just before they left for the Ministry. As far as she knew, Voldemort had made 5 so far: the Ring; the Cup; the Diary; the Diadem and the Locket. If she could destroy there by the end of her Hogwarts years then Lily and James would be safe. And if not, then she would tell them what really happened and why they shouldn't trust Peter. She would go to any lengths to keep them safe.

After staring at the wall for an hour, she decided it would be best to get some breakfast. Except, she had no idea where she was. She looked over at her desk and saw a letter addressed to her in emerald green ink.

Miss H. Granger

The 5th Bedroom from the Right

3rd Floor

Potter Mansion

Wiltshire