So this is going to be my fanfic, my take on what if the Light lost the war and Hermione dying in her own guilt. This is a reborn fanfic where she will be(fraternal) twin of James Fleamont Potter. She will be having all her memories intact from her previous life, and live in the next one to fulfill her Resurrection.

Hermione Granger was running. Running as fast as she could. Running as much as her legs could drag her away. That's what she has been doing from the past two years. She had not given up, until now. She wanted revenge and to restore peace on this planet. Alas, she was almost captured by those who have been seeking her after the infamous Battle of Hogwarts. She didn't want to remember that now, but she couldn't push the thoughts away. 21 year old Granger was mentally begging for her life for some invisible godly force, if it existed, to get her out of her helpless situation. She had ventured far into the forest, not knowing where to go, not knowing who will attack when.

The battle was a disaster. They were about to destroy the last two horcruxes, the diadem and Nagini. Harry was killed with the second consecutive killing curse cast by Voldemort in the forest itself when the latter realised the former was very much alive. Nagini attacked Neville before he could strike her with the sword. The diadem was once again lost due to the chaos that encircled in the school, ironically which was termed the safest place in wizarding Britain. Any trespassing soul would be confused whether to laugh or cry at the plight of the once prestigious castle.

The aftermath everyone on the side of light faced was horrible. From McGonagall to little Teddy, everyone was slapped with the most inhumane ending. Hermione felt guilty being the lone survivor. She didn't want to recall their individual deaths. Not at this runway hour. Her adrenaline was on fire, ready to erupt and consume her soul and body.

She was tired. She was fed up. As she ran, she saw herself nearing the brisk edge of the forest, a cliff.

Now there was no escape, she thought. Now the only escape is death.

Sensing this to be the last run in her life, for her life, she ran faster, and off she fell down the cliff, the hard surfaces berating most parts of her body, as she fell down in the ocean below. But, an ocean ? That must've been the end of the forest then, was it kept ready so as to grant her death, freedom from her despicable and hidden life? She closed her eyes, and felt herself calm down as she sank deeper and deeper in the water body. Her last thought was her regret that she failed everybody.

Hours had passed, the former Gryffindor slowly opened her eyes, and took observant look at her surroundings. It was like King's Cross, but there were no trains or hustle of people. The area looked clean, neat, heavenly… was it really Heaven ? She didn't know. What can get worse ? That she was alive. This scared the living(or dead) shite out of her. She hoped she was dead, she didn't want to go back to the Death Eater plagued world. But nobody was here, her gut was telling her it was safe to move around and walk ahead.

So she followed, and moved forward, her steps slow yet steady. As she proceeded, a soft mist became more and more visible. She frowned, what was it ? Surely it was somebody. She hoped the thing was safe. As she reached ahead, she could make out a silhouette. Of a tall man. In grey robes. She saw a face, she had never seen before. He was handsome, but that didn't generate any sort of feelings in her. He was smiling, she could say that the smile was strained, but not fake.

Now, she was face to face with the man, who seemed to have all the answers to her simple questions.

The corner of his lips twitched for a second, and he began to talk.

"Hello Hermione. Welcome back."

How did he know her name, she wouldn't know. Was he a Death Eater? He didn't seem like one. His aura felt neutral. But in instinct her hand reached for her wand, only for it to be missing.

"I wonder if you will continue to consider my aura as neutral once I tell you that I'm none other than Death himself." He introduced himself like a proud aristocrat would.

Hermione gasped, not knowing how to react.

"Oh, there.. we.. go." Death continued.

"Are you really…"

"Yes, I am." He said in as-a-matter-of-fact voice.

"Now, I'm sure you have your questions. Before that, I would like to tell you that you have received a special service. It is not common for departed souls to get a VIP pass like this, getting to meet me in person." He chuckled. "So as we answer and ask questions, let's walk. Shall we?"

Hermione meekly nodded, trying to grasp the reality of the situation. Hell, he could read minds. They continued to walk.

"Mr Death, why did I get this opportunity to meet you?" Hermione started as they were walking.

"The thing is, Hermione, there is misconception among mortals that Death is a miserable guy who in turn makes others miserable,who is scary, ugly, black cloaked, with evil laughter and etc.."

Hermione couldn't help but giggle. "I know that you read the Tales of some Beetle Bard bullshit to your friends. So I thought I would make an appearance before you." He smiled.

"Sir, you are right about the misconception, but it depends on the situation whether death is acceptable or no..." Death interrupted her.

"What was your situation, Hermione?"

"Erm.. I think there was no way out, so I gladly accepted it." She admitted meekly.

"I'm glad that you accepted it, though only because you wanted to depart with dignity. I was playing with you about the Bard thing. Well the actual reason I arranged a meeting between us is because, there is a way out."

He informed in a conspiratorial tone.

Hermione's ghost eyes beamed. "Really?"

"Really."

"Can you please elaborate sir?" she requested.

"Of course Hermione." He abided as he strided forward.

"The thing is, I'm going to offer you two choices."

"What are those, sir?"

"You either continue your soul in the afterlife for eternity…."

Her breathe was caught in her throat as he trailed.

"Or you take rebirth in the past and fix all your mistakes and prevent some, fix the past with all memories, experiences, skills and strength of Hermione Granger intact within you."

Hermione's poor soul was excited. Take rebirth and make a Voldemort-free life for everybody? How could she refuse that offer. But suddenly she paused. Death was smart, what if it was a trick on his part for more disaster.?

"Hermione." He obviously read her thoughts. "If that was my plan, I wouldn't have called u here in the first place. Though I don't blame you for your doubt, being a war veteran at 21 does make you paranoid, no exception for smart Death." He grinned.

"Dealing with souls like puppets must be fun for you?" She asked, trying not to sound accusing.

"It's not fun, it's the way of life. Dealing with millions of souls is no joke. It's not like with a dozen of puppets. The world has to progress, but when the elixir of pride crosses it limits, destruction shall prevail. I'm just abiding by the law of nature. And it is nature's interest itself, that with the aid of Hermione Granger you go back in time and restore balance, and I know same is yours."

"Sir, May I know why you referred me as a third person. I am Hermione Granger."

"No Hermione, your physical essence was Hermione Granger. Your soul has no name, no soul has a name. The life you will get, won't be of Hermione Granger. The experiences of Hermione Granger will be a guide, a mentor to your new identity. That's the cycle of life."

Hermione nodded. "I understand sir, I will remember this. Yes, I choose the second option. I want to be reborn in the past."

Death smiled. "Now that you have made this choice, let us decide on your identity. So tell me, young lady, who do you want to be?"

Hermione gave a minute's thought. She didn't want to be born after Harry. She wanted to be years ahead of him, it will have massive advantage. Maybe in the era of Harry's parents? Yes. Should she go as Lily Evans's sister? Or even better, her twin? But Lily was muggleborn, so practicing magic earlier and learning more would be impossible. She had to go with a pure blood family. She also thought it must be fun and new to grow in a pureblood household. Obviously she wouldn't go with dark families, never. She was not considerate of the light either, their moderate approach and mindset cost them the war. She would go with neutral family. She needed to be part of the Marauders' close friend circle, their crucial part in the forgettable war could not be ignored. Hermione deliberated the pros and cons, and she decided she would be James Potter's twin. The Potters were a neutral family, until the Prophecy regarding Harry endangered their last members. The Potters were a powerful family, their library would definitely be of great help.

Death smiled. "I knew you will choose that. So are you ready for your next tour? Don't worry, in the end you will come back here, for death is the next great adventure."

Hermione smiled back. "Yes sir, I have decided. I want to go ahead with the plan."

"As you wish."

Mist which was absent some minutes back surrounded her, encircling her. Her transportation began, and she geared herself up for her great adventure.

Potter Manor, 27 March, 1960

The ancient building was ecstatic. The lady of the house, Euphemia Potter was about to give birth, to twins. Her husband Fleamont, who already had strands of grey hair on his wrinkling features, was frantically pacing in the main hall. After all these years of waiting, they would finally be blessed with their own child. When Euphemia was declared pregnant, their happiness soared above ninth cloud. Imagine being thrilled for one child, but finding out there were two!

It had been 8 hours 56 minutes, he had counted,for his wife in labor. Her screams would echo back a number of times. He had gladly waited in the beginning with her in the delivery room, but her tight squeezing of his hand was too much for his bone to handle.

The screams now ceased, also tensing him a bit. Pushing all the dread and negative thoughts far behind in the back of his mind, he ascended the stairs. He reached the room, and as if to welcome him, he was met with first cries of their just born baby. The mid-wife turned towards him and handed him the baby, who still had the blood on her who was covered in a blanket for now.

"Congratulations Lord Potter, this one's a girl. Please hold her for now. I will get the other one out."

Saying this she rushed and started preparing for the second child's entry.

Fleamont was carried away with emotion. The baby was still, her eyes closed and her cries stopped. She had tufts of brown hair, which definitely was his own mother's, as he himself was raven-haired and Euphemia a blonde. He kissed her on her blood smeared forehead, completely ignoring her bloody skin. Seconds later of slight squirming she opened her eyes. Intelligent brown eyes stared back.

Euphemia's eyes, he thought.

10 minutes later, another baby cried, this time a boy. The midwife then took the baby for cleaning, then remembering the one in the father's arms, she took the other one for cleaning as well.

Euphemia was breathing heavily, semi unconscious. The midwife reappeared with both the babies. The girl was a brunette, while her brother had tufts of his dad's raven hair and his hazel eyes as well.

The mother took her eldest in her arms, smiling broadly at her little munchkin.

"What do we name them, Fleamont?" She asked.

Her husband was holding their son, who twisted his head slightly and said "Our daughter has my mother's hair. So I want to name her Anastasia. Ends with A, just like your name. Let's name our boy James. What do you think."

Euphemia curled her lip playfully.

"Seriously, Monty. Why do you want to name her after your mother? The name is very old, we don't want her to be an object of jokes."

"What are you saying, Mia? The name is not old, at least not as old as her parents." He chuckled. "If she does face any joke, she will have a brother for support. Let's name him James Fleamont Potter."

Euphemia widened her eyes. "That's mean, Mr. Potter."

"Why Euphemia, I'm just making them follow the sibling code."

"Alright Potter. As you've decided that, I want Hermione to be Annie's middle name. It gives a good sound to her full name." She declared.

"That's wonderful Mrs Potter." He came forward with James still in his bundle, to where his wife and daughter stayed. "James Fleamont Potter and Anastasia Hermione Potter, welcome to our world."

James looked around with his little eyes with curiosity. His elder sister, however, had that purpose deep in her eyes, encoded in her soul. She smiled. This time she would succeed. This time she would be ready.

Okay dearies, this was my first chapter. I know some parts maybe present in other fics as well, but you can't exactly blame me now, same ideas do come across brilliant minds, don't they? ;)

For those wondering why Hermione did not have her previous name as first name but middle name, it is to signify that she has left behind her past identity and moved on to another. Hermione lost, but Anastasia would make sure she wins. Also, Anastasia means resurrection.

And you are welcome to make corrections/point out mistakes but without much fire. Lol. Good bye.