Prologue
"The powers think not, so time undone
Magic restored, wars must be won
One new witch will change it all
Knowledge will make him fall"
"Dear child, we will try again. Last time, well, you made it worst. We don't blame you dear. So this time we gift you with knowledge and sight, so you may complete your task."
"Why me" Hermione screamed "You do it! I can't keep doing this, I have no idea who I am anymore what I am fighting for."
"Dear you know why. A mortal must be the one to kill the monster. We can help you but do not have the ability to kill another. You know why you fighting as well dear, we see it every time you are with loved ones you fight for them."
Hermione huffed, she knew the Powers were right but she didn't want to admit it "where am I going now?"
"You are now Mirzan Potter. We put you farther back then ever before. If you are successful, we made arrangement for you to live as Hermione too. Your two selves will merge together at some point and you will have all the memories of all your lives. You will get to live your life as Hermione without war and worries."
"How much farther back?" Hermione asked with concerned.
"You will see, think of me if you ever need help"
Hermione woke with a headache; she always had a headache. Sitting up in bed she looked down at herself, if she had to guess she was about four years old. The youngest she had been since her very first life. She would have to meditate later to learn more about this life. First though she needed to file the last away.
Taking a deep breath, she started from the beginning. It was hard to remember that long ago. Hermione Ganger born 1983. Her very first life before fates decide she was their puppet to manipulate. She died her fifth year at Hogwarts, killed in the Department of Mysteries. She was then Hermione Granger born 1980. This time she made it through her sixth year. It would have been Harrys third year but there was a mishap with Professor Lupin's furry side, and both Harry and her died, she did not like thinking of that. This went on and on, each time Hermione failed and died. She was almost always brought back to a time just before she was to begin at Hogwarts and most of the time Hermione Granger. So, this was a first for her, a different person, and a different time to change. At least it would be interesting this time around she thought to herself. If she had to guess, she probably lived ten or more lives at this point. A few had been really short lives, so she was not sure of the actual number. Her longest life thus far had brought her on a horcrux hunt, but they were unsuccessful before Voldemort took power. That had been one of her least favorite lives and deaths, she still had nightmares about the torture she endured.
It was strange the way it worked. It was like the life she was currently living was her own in every way. The others from the past were like stories she knew better then anyone. She lived them and they were hers, but still, they were more like stories she relied on for information. Although, the skills she developed remained with her. Hermione had done an extraordinary amount of research during her second life but could only find theories of someone creating multiple lives. She found a children's story once of a witch who lived many lives in an attempt to complete a goal. Hermione could relate to that and often wondered if it had been based on a real witch. Either way Hermione found rather quickly that her magical skills did not "reset" with her body. Instead she was now a four year-old who could probably take a life without a wand if she focused.
Now she was Mirzan Potter and had a new life to live. A new chance to win the war. She was smart, cunning, powerful, and would not lose again. She took a deep breath and focused on herself. Asking who is Mirzan Potter. As always, she watch the memories of herself fly by. That's what being an occulement meant, her memories were hers for the viewing. Her personality was overwhelming. Her knowledge obtainable.
She did learn a few new things like the fact she was not originally Mirzan Potter. She was actually Mirzan Albrath the last line of the Albrath family. A family that held a great deal of power in France. She was a target because of that, and her parents died protecting her. Mirzan Albrath was raised by her grandmother until their home was raided and Mirzan was sent away for her safety. Her grandmother died in the raid, so it was also assumed Mirzan too. The Potters adopted her quietly to keep her safe. No one even knew her true story.
Well here goes a new life Mirzan thought to herself as she settled herself in bed hoping for a good night of sleep and possibly a new name.