To Save Them All
Chapter 1
Going Back
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I claim to.
A/N This is the first chapter to what I hope will be a half-way decent fic. Review to tell me what I've done right, review to tell me what I've done wrong. So in conclusion this is a fic that you should review. Hope you enjoy it!
Dawn was approaching as the weary looking, once bushy haired, witch carved symbols into the wall, she muttered intricate incantations as she went. Wall patterns completed she got down on all fours and gouged a semi-circle out of the floor in such a way that it met some lines on the wall to create a space in which one could stand. She was placing candles around the line on the floor when a gaunt ginger man burst into the room and said, " He's found us! They're outside now breaking down the wards!"
"How long will that take?" She asked, both knowing and fearing the answer.
The man gulped, " Two minuets tops."
"No, I need more time!" The witch a single tear broke free and dripped to the floor.
The ginger man sighed, "I know," He clenched and unclenched his fist before reaching inside his pocket, and pulled a glass vial, filled with a silvery liquid.
The witch looked at him in confusion, "Ron...what...what are you doing?"
"I'm going to buy you some time," He paused and glanced at the vial, "And this is to keep you going if you need some encouragement and to convince younger me that I love you, though I doubt you'll need it for that." Ron said this calmly, his voice only breaking on 'I love you,' almost as if he had planned for this eventuality.
The witch stood up and grabbed his hand, "No, Ron I need you, you're coming with me!"
"I'm sorry Hermione but you have go without me and save Harry, save Ginny, save Neville, save Luna, Fred, George, my mum and dad, your mum and dad, my entire family, hell you could even save Chris if you wanted to, and do you know why?" Ron's voice had proved firm throughout this speech. Hermione shook her head as silent tears tracked down her face so that there was two lines on her face that were devoid of the dirt and grime that came from living on the run and in a house without proper cleaning facilities. "Because you're bloody brilliant," said Ron softly as a few tears escaped his eyes, but still he smiled.
Ron pulled Hermione in to a short passionate kiss and then turned and left. Hermione looked down at her hand, she was holding the vial of Ron's memories, she had no idea how it had gotten there.
Her fingers curled around the vial and a look of fierce determination came across her face as she spun around to face the wall. The lines scratched onto the wall and floor formed an archway of sorts with the semi-circle on the floor being the standing point. Hermione walked over to the wall and pulled out her wand and began to trace the lines, saying the spells to activate them. Behind her wand was left a trail of flames which burned inside the rough holes in the wall. The going was slow and she knew the spell better than any spell she had ever learnt. Due to this she was able to focus more than she should have on the sounds of the battle. Ron was holding off against Voldemort and the Death Eaters remarkably well. But every few minuets she would hear him shout out in pain and the Death Eaters laugh.
Red dawn broke through the window and onto Hermione's face as she heard Voldemort's shrill voice scream, " Avada Kedavra!" Then all was silent but for the whisperings of the weeping witch. Hermione stood and taking a deep breathe placed her hand on the center picture of a star.
The door crashed open and Hermione turned her head to see Voldemort emerge from the darkness leering at her. His smile faltered when he saw what she she was doing, he raised his wand to cast the killing curse again but Hermione beat him to it. She shouted the final spell, "Laika portala atverts!"
The flames on the wall and floor roared up and curved around Hermione to form a bubble of sorts. The flash of green was engulfed and dissipated. Hermione Granger gave Voldemort an uncharacteristically menacing smile and turned and walked through the now silver reflective arch way.
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The Granger household was quiet that night; all were drained from the meeting with Professor McGonagall. It was only half past nine but all the lights were off and all were asleep. That is until the youngest Granger, Hermione, sat bolt upright in her bed and started screaming. She screamed until her voice was hoarse and she had once again grown tired. It wasn't until then that she noticed her parents futile efforts to calm her. She started to cry freely and latched herself onto her mother and father and muttered things like 'I never thought I'd see you again' and 'run weasel.' After a few moments Hermione was dead to the world, in the deepest sleep her parents had ever seen. Mother looked to Father, who shrugged. Both carried a concerned expression on their faces.
They left her to sleep wondering what had happened and why she had collapsed so suddenly, they went downstairs to their kitchen for a hot drink to put their minds at peace, and soon they were. Hermione's mind, however, remained in turmoil for the rest of the night, though she did not even twitch her brain was working furiously to align two sets of memories, one of a future that was bleaker beyond comprehension. And the other of learning the alphabet, being teased in school and other childish things of little import.
The next day came and went and Hermione turned feverish and still she did not wake. They called a doctor out and he said she probably had a bad case of food poisoning and gave Mr. And Mrs. Granger some medication which they had to administer to their daughter through large glasses of water.
Hermione could hear people talking and could feel something cool moving across her forehead. She tried to force her eyes to open but her eyelids refused to budge. Hermione opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was a faint moan. Soon after her attempt at speaking something cool touched he lower lip and water began flowing into her still open mouth. She now noticed that she was parched. I wonder how long I was asleep she thought curiously, wondering if it was due to the time travel or she had arrived in a time when she was ill. Then a panic erupted inside of her chest. What if I've arrived too late and Harry's already dead, what if something went wrong and Ron's dead, what if they're both dead?! Then logic hit her. I just need to open my eyes, determine what year it is, and not worry about Harry and Ron until they don't show up on the train. Hermione took a deep breath and slowly opened her aching eyes. Everything was a bit fuzzy at first but soon she could see her mum and dad sitting on her bed with her in the middle. Her dad was holding a glass that was half filled with water and her mum was wiping at Hermione's forehead with a damp clothe. The room was plain, organized and filled with books. It was her room as she remembered it from when she was starting Hogwarts. Hermione felt her heartbeat speed up when she seen her parents but she knew she had to remain composed; any more behavior like that of last night, if it was last night, would make them too suspicious.
The next few days were a blur to Hermione, she spent a lot of time with her parents, getting to know them again and when she wasn't with them she was in her room marveling at her time traveling accomplishment and the peaceful days. She was staring out her window doing just this one afternoon when she heard her dad's voice.
"You alright, sweety?" Concern colored his.
Hermione jumped and looked at her Dad. She answered his question truthfully though he would take it to mean something else. "Yeah it's just... everything," She threw her hands up and laughed.
Mr. Granger smiled in a knowing way, " I know, I'm still getting over the shock of it myself, I mean I believed in magic when I was a kid but this is, something else." Hermione nodded. "And on that note, we got a letter, delivered by owl no less, from that Professor McGonagall."
Hermione beamed, "Really, what did it say?"
"She was just offering to accompany us to this diagonally place, to get your school stuff."
"Diagon Alley," Hermione smiled, "How did you answer?"
"I wrote a note telling her yes and tied it to the owl's leg, which was quite awkward I have to say."
"When are we going?" Hermione asked excitedly.
A/N That's it for chapter 1. Hope you liked it and wish me luck with chapter 2.