Hermione Granger Alters History Chapter 1, a harry potter fanfic

Chapter One:

Authors Note: Hey lovelies, I know my other stories are still patiently awaiting updates but I couldn't get this idea and pairing (don't worry you'll find out soon) out of my head. So enjoy xx –

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The curses were narrowly missing her as she sent another spell towards the cackling witch. They seemed very evenly matched, neither gaining the upper hand in the battle. Bellatrix had managed to fend off Hermione as she sent curse after curse towards her, Hermione in turn doing the same. They had been fighting it out since the battle began, weaving their way through the ruin battle ground that Hogwarts had become, only focused on each other. Both Hermione and Bellatrix were tiring, both their magic and energy draining from what was turning into a gruelling battle. But neither would give up the fight, both desperately wanting their respective sides to win, both prepared to give everything for their side to come out on top, even if it meant an untimely death. It wasn't till after a nearly 20 minute battle that a curses slipped through ether of their defences, and by pure chance it was Hermione's that slipped first. She was backing away, unaware of rubble from a wall blocking her path. She had slipped on the pieces of stone wall and lost balance. She did not fall but it was enough for her to lose focus for a mere second at the exact same time Bellatrix sent a stream of red light towards her. It hit Hermione in the centre of her chest and propelled her backwards. She closed her eyes and braced for impact but oddly it didn't come straight away but instead she had the sensation of a long fall. Finally she felt her hands come in contact with what felt like mown grass, and sun beaming down on her. She slowly opened her eyes, well aware that an Advada kedavra curse was probably hurtling towards her and she was as good as dead. But when she opened her eyes instead of seeing the dark battle instead she saw a quidditch pitch; which was currently holding a game seemingly between Gryffindor and Slytherin, and by chance she had landed in the middle of it. "I must be dead," she whispered to herself as a bunch of shocked onlookers were brought to their sensors and went to see if the girl who fell from the sky was alright. Hermione herself couldn't take it anymore and quickly passed out from shock and exhaustion.

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Hermione came to her sensors what felt like days later, sore but feeling more energised than she has been since before the horcrux search. Her chest felt sensitive, maybe a burn or a broken rib she concluded, but from what she could determine she was all in one piece, no limbs missing, no innards spilt. She began the daunting task of opening her heavy eyelids and found herself wincing as she was greeted with bright sunlight streaming in from a glass window opposite her bed. From what Hermione could gather as her eyes adjusted, she was in a medical institution, definitely magical as she could spot no IVs or heart rate monitors beside her bed. She was trying to lift up her blankets to diagnose her injuries when a women came rushing in past the curtains, here heels echoing of the marble floor.

"Oh good, you're awake," She exclaimed as she thrust a potion into Hermione's hands. Hermione cautiously took a sip, the metallic taste and immediate desire to wretch indicating that it was a Blood-replenishing Potion. Hermione looked up from her drink to examine the women finding her eerily familiar, like she should know who she was. The wavy brown hair the peaked out from her nurses cap, and thin lips drawn in a tight smile was such a familiar picture but she just couldn't place her.

"Now lift up your shirt," she exclaimed as he dug a tin of cream out of the pocket of her smock.

"Excuse me?" Hermione questioned.

"Your shirt, I need to apply some more Burn Healing Paste, or do you want to stay injured and get infected?" she clucked, her foot tapping with impatience. Hermione did as she said and let the women apply the cold paste to the splotchy deep red burn the graced her chest.

"I'm sorry but may I ask who you are, and where I am?" Hermione asked politely as she carefully covered her tender burns with her shirt once more.

"I'm Madame Pomfrey, and you're in the Hogwarts medical wing. Who you are my dear is a better question, because I've never seen you before and I don't believe we were scheduled to have a new student interrupt the quidditch game" She replied, shocking Hermione.

"But you can't be Madame Pomfrey, because I know her and no offence to her but she is much older than you. And I definitely cannot be at Hogwarts right now, because Hogwarts was destroyed." Hermione stuttered.

"Well I assure you I am who I say I am and this is definitely Hogwarts!" Madame Pomfrey scoffed, startled at the girls accusations.

At that moment Dumbledore, the very man who she knew was dead, came into the room where Hermione was situated and she nearly fainted.

"Ah I see the mystery girl is alive and well, good job Miss Pomfrey. Now may I ask what your name is and how you came to interrupt our quidditch game yesterday?" Dumbledore asked, noticing the girl was white and trembling.

Hermione, deciding to not mention the fact that she was certain Dumbledore was dead for fear of being sent to St Mungo's tried to find her voice.

"My name is Hermione Granger Sir, and I'm not sure how I ended up here exactly. I was fighting in The Second Wizarding War when one of Bellatrix Lestrange's curses hit me and I fell and ended up on the quidditch pitch here."

"I quite assure you Miss Granger that there has not been a Second Wizarding War, in fact the First Wizarding War is hasn't peaked yet. Miss Granger may I ask what year you think this is?"

"1998 Sir," she said with conviction.

"Well my dear it is only september 1977. I'm quite certain you must have travelled back through time, but how did you get here?" Dumbledore pondered stroking his white beard.

"My time-turner, it was around my neck. The curse must have struck it and caused it to send me here, but how will I get back to my time if it was destroyed? I don't want to be stuck here, I need to make sure that Harry and Ron and everyone is alright!" Hermione said, stressing herself out.

"Not to worry Miss Granger I'll work on finding you a way home. For now the best thing to do for your friends is use this opportunity to make the future a better place. Now I assume you were a seventh year at your time at Hogwarts yes? Well that is where you will be now starting from tomorrow. Luckily the school year only started last Monday and you haven't missed out on much, though I have the feeling you would be a person who could easily catch up. Tomorrow morning before breakfast I'll come and collect you assuming Poppy gives you a clean bill of health and will get you sorted into your house before classes begin. And I'll assign ether the Head Boy or Girl to help you."

"But sir what about my books and robes, I have no money and my account doesn't exist yet?"

"Do not worry child, Hogwarts has a fund for students who need help funding their education. Now go back to sleep and I'll see you tomorrow Miss Granger". He piped as he made his way out of the hospital wing, his robes bellowing behind him.

"Miss Granger I'll get an elf to bring you some supper, rest up child because I fear tomorrow will be a long day for you." Madame Pomfrey mused as she moved on to the next beside.

Hermione couldn't believe it, she wasn't sure she should be grateful that the time turner ultimately saved her life, or for lack of a better turn pissed off that she was stuck here, alone. No, she decided, this was a chance for her to make the future a better place, she had the knowledge to end the war before it started. She, Hermione Jean Granger, was going to change the world, not even Voldermort could stop her. And with that epiphany Hermione promptly ate her steak dinner and went to sleep.

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Hermione was up at the crack of dawn, having slept for the majority of the time since she arrived in 1977. Her chest felt like it was almost back to normal, the stiffness and burning sensation nearly disappearing overnight. She spent the early hours of lightness in the hospital wing baths, savouring the feeling of warm water on her skin that she had to do with out for the past few months on the horcrux hunt. She had managed to wrangle her hair into a presentable ponytail and had gladly changed into the fresh school robes that Madame Pomfrey provided her, she almost felt like she was back at school in her time. The grandfather clock on the wall opposite her bed had just chimed seven when Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey walked in.

"Ah Miss Granger, Madame Pomfrey has given you a clean bill of health so I believe class is in order. Let's get you sorted, shall we?" Dumbledore chorused as he motioned for her to follow him out of the hospital wing. He lead her through the maze of stairs to his office.

"Gummy Bears" He stated s the door cam swinging open, Hermione had to stifle a laugh at how similar this Dumbledore was to the one she knew in her time. "Now Miss Granger I decide that it would be wise to let you do the sorting in private, not only to save you from any embarrassment but the hat always knows you see. I have no doubt it will be aware you have done this before, no matter what era and therefore might chose to spend more time on your head than usual. Do not worry, it's only because you, Miss Granger, are an enigma,". Dumbledore carefully took the sorting hat out and placed it on top of Hermione's head. It seemed smaller than the first time, though that may have been due to the fact it was designed for smaller headed eleven year olds. She began to chant "Gryffindor" repeatedly in her head, wanting to at least have some sense of familiarity from her old time.

'Ah Miss Granger, it's so strange to see you again. Now where to put you? You are very intelligent, even for Ravenclaw's standards, you are a loyal friend; a truly good asset for Hufflepuff. I see you have grown a great deal more cunning than since I first meet you, green would suit you. But your best trait must be your unwavering bravery, it better be GRIFFYNDOR' The hat wailed and Hermione felt immediately relieved. Her robes changed automatically to show traces of her new house.

"Well, Miss Granger it seems that you are our newest Gryffindor, a great house I must say, but you already know that don't you?" He chuckled, "I'll send for one of the heads to show you your room for the year, both of them happen to be in Gryffindor much to Slytherins disgust. Anyway you wait here, I'll only be a moment".

Dumbledore left and Hermione was given a chance to really go over what had happen; and what she would have to do to stop Voldermort. It seemed like mere moments later when Dumbledore came back in and startled her out of her thoughts.

"Miss Granger this is our head boy and girl, James Potter and Lily Evans. They'll show your room and make sure you settle in alright. Here is your schedule and have a good day,"

Oh shit she thought as she realised she was standing face to face with future Harry's parents James is hot!

Newly revised, extended and updated : 6th Sep 2014.

Question: Do you guys want a bitchy Lily or a Lily who is lovely but extremely uninterested in James? Review and let me know x