Hi everyone. I posted this before, about two years ago - I have decided to re-do it! I don't know how frequent my updates will be, due to exams, but I shall dedicate as much time as is feasible to it.
Prologue
"Minerva, it is time," said the clear voice of Albus Dumbledore, who was currently, sitting back in his throne-like chair in his portrait above the Headmistresses desk. Minerva McGonagall knew what needed to be done. Time travel was a complex, dangerous and not to mention a devilishly tricky form of magic. Yet, desperate situations called for desperate measures, and the fact remained that the situation was indeed, dire. There was no time to lose, and before she knew it, Minerva McGonagall had stepped into the emerald flames, spinning towards the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, or more precisely, and importantly, to the magical house on the hill, which went by the name of the Burrow.
Molly Weasley jumped at the sudden arrival of her old friend. As the older woman stepped out from the cold stone grate, she knew that this was no social visit. "Minerva! What can I help you with today?" she asked with a motherly air, despite the fact that McGonagall was several years older than her.
"Good afternoon Molly. I was hoping to talk to a certain Miss Granger, if it is at all possible?" came her reply, as she dusted off her robes, and straightened her tall, pointed hat.
"Of course! Ginny dear, fetch Hermione would you?" she asked as her youngest red-head walked into the room. "Minerva, this wouldn't have anything to do with You-Know-Who, would it?" Molly had a fearful look in her eyes at the idea.
"Call him Voldemort, Molly. For that is who he is! And yes, unfortunately." Minerva knew her friend's fear; the fear that her husband might not return home; the fear that one of her sons, or indeed, her only daughter would get caught in the crossfire; the fear that she herself might die, leaving her family to struggle on without her. The whole world was living in fear! But that was why she needed Hermione.
It wasn't long before a slightly confused girl, of the age of sixteen, walked into the small kitchen and sat down, opposite Minerva and Molly. Minerva pulled her wand from her robes, and after some complicated wand waving, she had cast several silencing charms on the doors and windows.
She then turned to address the teenager before her. "Miss Granger, it is time," McGonagall said, repeating the words of her predecessor and pulling out a golden chain, adorned with a tiny, golden hourglass. "I'm afraid that, because of Voldemort's indefinite hold on the Ministry of Magic, we must attempt to change it all. You know what to do." And so the first time in almost three years, Hermione Granger put the familiar golden pendant around her neck, and turned back time.
I hope you enjoyed it!