"Life is a game. All we can do is play the hand we're dealt and hope for the best."

Chapter 1

Hermione Granger. That's my name... but most know me as 'Brightest Which of Her Age' or my favourite (note the sarcasm) 'Harry Potter's best friend'. I'm a witch, yep a witch, cool much? Not. The Wizarding World is at war, the good side being Harry, Dumbledore and the Order of The Phoenix. The bad side being Voldemort and his servants, oops I meant followers, Death Eaters. We're losing the war; I'm the only one to actually admit it out loud because everyone's too scared. After every mission we go on at least one comes back dead.

I'm in an Order meeting now, a group of overage Wizards trying to win against Voldemort, but for your sake let me explain something, if someone says You-Know-Who they really mean Voldy, they just can't say his name because he's jinxed it.

"Hello everyone, I see are numbers are intact since last week," An old aged man with purple robes and a long beard said as he stood at the top end of the table. I chuckled at this, ignoring the annoyed look from Molly Weasley.

"What do you find so funny about that?" She hissed, glaring at me.

"Ohhh Molly, he practically jinxed us. I bet next week we'll be 5 down. Not that I want us to be 5 down obviously, I think I'm going to study after this meeting. Find a way to stop this once and for all," I pondered, my voice turning softer towards the end.

"Anyway girls and boys, I think I have found a way to help this. I need all the Weasley's, Harry, Hermione, Sirius, Remus, Nymphadora, Fleur, Moody, Kingsley, Hagrid, McGonagall and Severus to stay here, this is an important matter so I need you all to leave," Everyone left without a protest but with lots of intrigued looks passed between them.

"Now, as you all know this war is getting worse, I have found a way to change all of that. It's extremely dangerous and can go very, very wrong. I need one of you going into the past, specifically when the Marauders were around" Dumbledore said, his twinkle in his blue eyes absent for once as he smiled at Sirius and Remus.

"WHAT? That is impossible, if someone could go that far into the past then why haven't they?" Arthur Weasley (married to Mrs) shouted, standing up in protest.

"It is not possible," I stated, my chocolate eyes daring someone to disagree, when no one did I carried on. "You make the potion named Mutato Tempore, which I've heard is extreamly complicated, Severus?" I looked at our Potion Master for confirmation.

"Yes, it is true. Many rare and illegal ingredients and absolutely no sleep for 24 hours, but I can make it by tomorrow evening if you want, although I think whoever shall be going should arrive in the morning. We also need a time-turner for some sand...?" Severus drawled in his moon tone voice, a ghost of a smile playing at his lips at my intelligence. He may seem like a idiot, but we are in fact very close.

"And who shall be going back to meet our old self's?" Sirius and Remus asked, it's crazy at how well they know each over sometimes.

"Hermione Granger," Dumbledore sa- WAIT WHAT? Me? Fuck.

"No," Harry and Ron stated glaring at our ex-Headmaster. "Don't even fucking think about it sir, she's the best fighter we've got. She's my best bloody friend! How can you expect her to come back from the past? There's no potion or spell, she'll be stuck there. What if this all fails, huh? No. I'm Harry Potter, I can't be Harry without my best mate," Harry growled, he was yelling and half sobbing by the end. I walked over to him, wrapping my arms around him in a tight embrace.

"Harry, I'm muggle-born, no one will no I exist. I'll get to see Sirius, Remus and your Mum and Dad growing up. I know deep down you want to go but I promise you, by the time I finish my task you'll forget all about me and have your Mum and Dad back, you'll have a normal life with no worry," I smiled at him, wiping the tears off both our faces. I turned to face Dumbledore.

"I'll go on one condition, you make me their age so I can fit in,"

"Done, you'll be leaving on the morning after tomorrow, you may wish to pack,"