AN: Since I am not sure I can pick up my other Harry Potter story for personal reasons here is one I think I can do better on. I return to the topic better than the others thanks to being an admin so I am optimistic...but if you know my writing I am bad with updates. Still, I will try. This is Snamione, rating cap undecided though likely staying on this site. Enjoy.

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Hermione looked over her class schedule with her usual perfection. Last month she had just barely turned 20 and she was still unsure on what to think of her life. It was already her second year of being the Charms Professor at Hogwarts and she still couldn't decide if she like it or not. Flitwick had retired right after the war's end leaving a position hat needed to be filled immediately.

She glanced over the 7th year class schedule for the next day, it was weird teaching students she had gone to school with at times. After the war it didn't feel right for her to go back to school as a student, choosing instead to take her NEWTs instead, an option presented to few.

She sat the parchment down and looked at her exposed arms. The 'mudblood' scar had faded from the ugly pink to a soft white lettering against her skin. The scar didn't stretch well but for the most part she had adjusted to it and it had healed. She refused to hide the ugly word as a badge of what she had overcome. It was a word said by the ignorant and she refused to give it power.

Her friends had moved on with their own scars from the war, Harry and Ron having had a combined wedding with their loves, Ginny and Lavender respectfully. They were happy in their lives now, comfortable as they could be with what happened. She did her best to not break the happiness they so deserved and had distanced herself to give them their own lives. Her boys had finally passed into a territory she didn't have experience in, blissful love.

With a sigh from reminiscing on the past she got up and left her office. The halls were quiet at this time of night, only a teacher wondered the halls usually, students out being careful not to be caught. She rushed up some stairs on her travels as it started to get ready to move and hopped onto the top platform with moments to spare. She finished walking to her destination and stopped before the wide blank wall that was was familiar with. She closed her eyes and began to pace thinking about what she desired, a life she did not get.

The door finally appeared after her third pass and she quickly stepped in, shutting the door softly behind her in the quiet of the night. Before her was a familiar sight, one she saw nearly every night. To her right was a roaring fireplace giving a gentle light to bathe the room and giving it a calming warmth. Directly before her was a large over-stuffed chair with a small table next to it, a waiting hot cup of tea at the ready. Placed directly in front of the chair was the reason she was there, the Mirror of Erised.

She walked around and sat down in the chair, folding her legs underneath her before picking up her cup of tea and blowing softly on it from habit to cool it down. She took a sip to calm her nerves before finally laying eyes on the mirror to look in on her greatest desire.

She watched with a heavy heart as she saw Severus sitting behind her in the same chair cradling her very pregnant stomach in his large hands. He was whispering in her ear with the tiniest of smirks tugging at his lips before kissing her forehead softly and tucking his face into the crook of her neck as he continued to murmur to her. A tear slipped out of her eyes. She had faith in his integrity and just when the world could see the truth he passed away. She had harbored feelings for him for many years and knew he would never accept her while she was under-age.

He had too much honor for that and she didn't want him to ever change that. Before she had a chance to tell him though he was gone. It was something she regretted keeping silent. She knew if she could show him love he wouldn't have had to die alone and thinking he was unloved. If she even could get a message to the pats she was sure she could bump it all in the right direction. Sadly no matter what she did with the time turner she couldn't make it work as desired. It had a time limit with the sand inside and couldn't be pushed.

She closed her eyes to the image trying to control her emotions. "A year; a year and I could influence enough to right the wrongs for him." She whispered to herself.

She jerked her eyes open when a creaking noise filled the room accompanied by a sound that was similar to rocks sliding against each other. A door replaced where the mirror once stood.

She got up and looked at the words printed on it. "Mutare Fatum?" She muttered to herself before what stood before her connected. "You can allow me to change fate? You hold that power?" She asked the room. She had heard that it held some sentience and acted against it's natural order at times but such power was unheard of. A seemingly packed trunk appeared with her initials printed on a metal label. "I will take that as a yes." She said before standing before the door and thinking. She wondered if she really could be as effective as she thought. She didn't know when she was stepping into or even how she would get close to him.

The room sensed her questions, answering with a folded The Prophet sitting on the case with a job circled. She picked it up and looked it over. "Charms Assistant needed at Hogwarts..." She read thinking. "17th of August, 1977. I get a year from then?" She asked the room. The door swung open before her as an answer. "I will take that as a yes." She muttered chewing her lip in thought. She knew there was many things she couldn't change but she had to try to make a difference for him. She folded the paper under her arm and slid out her wand. Thankfully her hair had naturally toned down since she was a child to pleasant curls. That left her to switch the color and change her last name. She waved her wand and darkened the shade to a dark brown. "What name to go with..." She pondered tapping her wand off of her lip in thought. "Hermione Joanne Greene..." She said with a smile. She tucked her wand away again with that settled before grabbing the handle on the trunk and took a steadying breath before stepping through the door to the hall before her.