A/N: This story is going to be in an Alternate Universe. I'm going to try my best to stay within the facts of the Harry Potter Universe that the wonderful JKR made for us, but, many things are going to change. Hey, what can you expect? It is a time-travel story after all….

Disclaimer: Most of all the characters in this story belong to JKR. I made up a few myself but still, the Harry Potter Universe belongs to her. I only claim the plot and other made up things in this story.

Warning: This story will contain dark content. Read at your own risk! (Insert danger sign here) I also don't have a beta for this story yet, so please be lenient with any grammar mistakes. I apologize on my part for anything that sounds American. I am also open to suggestions and constructive criticism.

Enjoy!

Prologue:

The music was playing while Hermione and Ron were swaying around the dance floor. Her head was on his left shoulder as they slow danced. She was happy and content where she was, wishing she could stay like this forever.

They were at Bill and Fleur's wedding, which took place outside the Burrow in a tent. The wedding ceremony had just finished earlier and now the after party had started. Everyone was enjoying the party, socializing and dancing. It seemed like nothing could go wrong.

This was the third song that they had danced together. As the song finished, Hermione took her head of his shoulder and they stood there for a while looking at each other's eyes. After a couple of seconds, Ron broke the silence.

"Care for a drink Mione?"

Hermione smiled and nodded. She let go off his arms so he could go get the drinks. She pointed at the table where Harry, who was disguised as Uncle Barney, was sitting at to show that they were going to sit there. Ron nodded and kissed her on the cheek. Then he headed off to get the drinks.

Hermione walked off the dance floor holding a hand to her cheeks. She was blushing as she walked towards Harry's table. Yes! Things are finally going great for us two! He even kissed me on the cheek!

Just as she reached his table, everything went dark. The atmosphere was pitch black as she looked around worriedly, hoping everything was okay. Please don't let it be anything bad. She suddenly saw the patronus of Kingsley Shacklebolt making its way to the center of the tent. Her heart dropped at the words that it said.

"The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."

The next 30 seconds or so went by fast. Hermione rushed to reach Harry but she couldn't find him in the dark. She panicked. Suddenly Death Eaters appeared. The lights went on again and Hermione found Harry. She found his hand and took it. They rushed through the crowd trying to find Ron.

"Where is Ron?" Harry asked.

"He went to get butterbeers for us. I think he should be by the food." She shouted over the commotion. She hoped he was by the snack table. There was a lingering feeling of doubt in her chest. He probably went to find them as soon as it went dark. I hope he didn't run off.

When they got there, she couldn't find Ron. She started shaking.

"Ron…. RON!" Hermione called out. She still couldn't spot him anywhere in the panicking crowd. She needed to get them away from the place.

By now, some witches and wizards had disapparated away from the scene. The Death Eaters had started casting spells and curses at everyone. Harry's disguise had worn off by then and disappeared. A Death Eater spotted them. He threw a curse that blasted them away from each other.

"I found him! I found Potter! Call the Dark Lord here, quickly!"

After getting hit by the curse, she had hit the opposite wall away from Harry. Hermione coughed and sputtered. She quickly got up from the ground and dusted the debris off herself. She had to find Ron and Harry.

As she ran through the crowd, a few spells were cast here and there. Some were directed at her and some weren't. She threw up shields and stunners, trying to help the people around her. Though she did a decent job protecting herself, she was still hit with a couple of dark curses. It left her bleeding and slightly injured.

Where is Harry? Where's Ron? Why here, why now? She kept on running, desperately looking through the crowd. Suddenly, she stopped as she saw the scene in front of her.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" A Death Eater had struck Ginny right in the chest, where her heart was. She swiftly fell down, landing with a soft thump on the ground.

"NOOOOOO!" Ron screamed as he ran towards his younger sister. He kneeled there shaking her back and forth. Alas, he sat there, crying, because he couldn't do anything to save her.

The Death Eater that killed Ginny saw Ron and smirked. He lifted his wand and laughed evilly. Hermione regained her senses and immediately rushed towards Ron. He can't die. Definitely not.

Just as she was running, she sent a stunner at the Death Eater that was aiming for Ron. She didn't notice however, that some other Death Eater had blocked her spell. As she reached Ron, she called out to him.

"Ron! Get up! We need to find Harry and go!" Hermione worriedly panted out.

Ron looked her way. "Mione?" He began to get up.

As soon as he said this, something hit him on his back. He doubled over and fell down next to Ginny. Hermione gave out a cry of disbelief. The Death Eater had hit Ron. He cackled and turned away from the scene, strutting off with confidence.

How dare he walk away unharmed?

Angrily, Hermione struck the killing curse at the Death Eater. As soon as he heard her say the words, he turned around with a look of surprise. But he had no time to react. He fell to the ground with a thud. A look of surprise was still plastered on his face.

When she reached Ron, he was still barely breathing. She knelt to the ground, gathering him in her arms.

"Ron, I need you to stay alive. Please, don't leave me. Harry needs you. I need you. Ron…. stay awake!"

We still have so much to do, I still have so much to tell you!

She cried as she tried to search for the area he had been hit. She finally found the spot, but she didn't know what curse he was hit with. She tried all the healing spells she knew, trying to heal him as fast as she could. But nothing seemed to work. Why is nothing working? I have to save Ron! How do I not know what hit him? I am called the brightest witch of our generation for a reason. Why can't I do anything?

"Mione… stop…." Ron put a hand on her shoulder, signaling to her that it was useless. He cupped a hand over her face as he was trying to memorize all her features.

Hermione held on to his hand, uselessly hoping that he would be alright. By then, she was shedding rivers out of her eyes. Please don't leave me Ron….

Ron used his hands to wipe her tears away from her face. "Shhhhhh, Mione, please don't cry. Promise me you will live on without me, promise me you will help defeat Voldemort. Don't let my death become a waste. Protect our friends and family, alright? Come out of this war alive, okay?"

Hermione shook her head. No, not without you. She cried even more.

Ron then used all the last strength he could muster up to sit up in her lap and kiss her. It was a chaste kiss on the lips, showing regret that there couldn't be more. Giving her a final farewell, he looked into her eyes and whispered,

"I love you Hermione."

With these last words, he slumped into her shoulders and went cold. Realization hit her, she would never be able to truly date Ron. She would never marry him. She would never be able to fulfill her fantasy of having a family with him. Her whole image of her future was shattered. With this realization, she held on to him and cried, rocking him back and forth.

"RON! Please don't go! I need you here, I haven't even told you my feelings! You can't leave like this! You prick, I haven't even said I love you yet! This isn't fair… don't you dare go Ronald Weasley!"

She sat there for a minute, trying to take it all in. Her heart dropped as she finally acknowledged what just happened.

He's gone. He's never coming back.

She sniffled and tried to contain her tears as she wiped her shed ones away. She got up and picked up her wand.

I'm tired of all these loses. All just because of a psychopath dark wizard. If Harry can't handle him alone, I will go and help defeat him myself. Even if it means sacrificing myself.

Anger coursed through her as she went through the now shrunken crowd. Mostly all the guests had either been killed, knocked unconscious, or they had dissaparated away. There were a few Death Eaters left, and they were battling the few remaining, conscious people.

As she stormed around, she stepped over dead bodies and kicked a few of the Death Eater's bodies out of the way. There was an air of loose, powerful, free magic that was crackling around her in the air. As some Death Eaters tried to attack her, she just put up a shield and sent stunners that knocked out all of them.

By the time she found Harry, he was lifeless on the ground from the killing curse that was sent by Voldemort himself. She stood there.

No. This can't be. He's not supposed to be dead! The prophecy said he would defeat Voldemort! What is he doing on the ground for Merlin's sake?

Voldemort cackled evilly. He had just defeated Harry Potter himself! And they thought that a mere teenage boy would defeat him. Ha! How wrong they were. He smirked and turned to the crowd that gathered around the scene.

"Do you see this?" he drawled, "The boy who lived is now dead! No one can defeat me! Look at this, Harry Potter, laying on the ground, gone! Who wants to try to defy me now?" he spat out.

Everyone gathered around in a circle around Voldemort and Harry. They all wanted to see if it was real. There were mixed expressions on everyone's faces. Most Death Eater's had merry expressions on their faces. They began rejoicing and cheering in the crowd. Members of the Order just stood there dumbfounded and heartbroken. Their hopes were hanging on a cliff.

Hermione was stunned. To say she was angry was an understatement. She was fuming with rage. How dare he try to take over what is not his. Just because he killed a mere teenager doesn't mean he has won. I still haven't given up. I'll be damned if he tries to rule over me.

She took a deep breath. Okay Hermione, fight with what you got. This is for Ron, Harry, Ginny, and everyone else that fought for this cause.

To everyone's surprise, Hermione stepped out of the crowd while casting a silent Expelliarmus at Voldemort. Caught by surprise, he was disarmed by her. She caught his wand in her hand and broke it.

The rage pulsing through her was even greater than before. She began walking slowly towards Voldemort. Her posture was held with confidence and her face showed no signs of backing down.

She took her first step.

Then her second.

Then her third.

Each with precise precision that echoed throughout the crowd.

She lifted her chin up. Bravely, with no fault in her voice, she said the next two words.

"I do."

Voldemort looked at her in surprise. How could such a witch exert so much power? The sight of her gaze was a bit unnerving, even to him. But he didn't let that show. Instead he calmly began talking.

"And who are you? I haven't seen you before."

She smirked. "Why, I am the very witch that has helped aid Harry Potter against you all these years. Excited to see me?"

Voldemort looked her up and down. "Why yes I am, Ms. Granger is it? A pity such intelligence is wasted upon a mere mudblood."

Hermione scoffed in disbelief. She sneered. "I don't think you should be saying anything about my parentage. It's not like yours was any better. At least mine accepted me. Isn't that right, Tom?"

Voldemort's eye twitched a little. How did the young witch know this? He clenched his fists but kept his composure. "A little feisty are we now? Let's not get away with what is at hand. I seem to recall just killing your precious Harry Potter. All of your friends are dead. Seems like your efforts had gone to waste, haven't they?"

Hermione shook her head. "It's over when I die." She raised her wand and stared into Voldemort's emotionless, cold, red eyes. Voldemort stared right back into her persistent, burning, brown ones that showed her raging emotions. Let's hope that he isn't as powerful without his wand as he was with it.

Voldemort made a cold grin. "Very well, have it your way." He raised his hand and waved it in the air. A wall of fiendfire surrounded them, blocking everyone else away from the circle. He then waved it again and a flash of orange came flashing at her.

Hermione barely escaped the curse. She started breathing really hard. Bloody hell! He is doing non-verbal magic even while being wandless. Can this day get any worse? How am I going to defeat him when I don't even know what he is sending at me?

As if sensing her predicament, he sent another curse at her. She threw up a shield as fast as she could. The spell hit her shield and almost broke it.

Hermione looked down and cursed. Focus, Hermione. Focus. Pay attention to his hand movements. They might indicate which spell he is using. She looked up and saw his hand in a slashing movement. Purple came at her. Her eyes widened. That was Dolohov's curse!

Quickly she raised her wand and produced a stronger shield charm. The curse hit her shield and knocked her a little off her feet.

"Well done, Ms. Granger. That was a wonderful shield you put up. No attacking, huh? I wonder if you will be able to protect yourself for so long."

He flicked his hand and the trees around them tore from the ground. With another flick, their leaves and branches started to burn. He then pointed his hand towards her and the trees went flying the path he had directed for them.

So he thinks I only know how to throw up shields and harmless charms? Let's show him what you got. Determined, Hermione waved her wand and the trees went to ashes. She then cast a dark curse she learned from a book at him. It shot a nuclear, neon yellow out of her wand and raced towards Voldemort. He barely protected himself from the curse. After he shot up the shield, he looked at her impressed. She smirked at him.

"So, little Miss Mudblood here knows a few dark curses does she? Alright, I guess it's no more playing nice now. Let the real duel begin."

They threw a few curses back forth, throwing up shields occasionally. The crowd could barely see through the fire, but through the times that they did, they saw a powerful witch and wizard dueling, both neither losing nor winning. They stood there in awe. They never thought Voldemort would be an equal match with a teenage girl. The Death Eaters stood there silently, unsure if their master would win. The members of the Order crossed their fingers, putting the rest of their hope in a new person.

Hermione was getting worn out by then. Right now, it was a tie. She was thinking of how she could gain the upper hand and beat him. She suddenly got an idea. She was going to use a new spell she created in secret. It was a stunner that was cast in a way similar to a boomerang. It was meant to always meet its target. Okay Hermione, just cast the spell and start defending yourself with shields. Voldemort will be too busy casting offensive spells to put up a shield in time. Let's hope this works.

Hermione took a breath and cast the spell. It shot out an electric red light and zipped past Voldemort. He sneered.

"Lost your touch have you? It didn't even come close to me."

He began throwing his offensive curses again. Hermione was a bit scared. Scratch that, she was frightened. What if that spell didn't work? Oh Merlin, you're in trouble if it doesn't. She threw up shields and hoped her spell worked.

Voldemort kept casting spells with no mercy. He was laughing evilly. "Throwing up shields again, eh? Too scared to attack me now? Maybe you should just put down your shield and give up. You are going to d…."

Voldemort was struck with her stunner. He went crashing to the ground with a gasp. His wall of fire started to dim down. Hermione triumphantly walked up to him and pointed her wand at him. There was no remorse in her eyes. This was the man that caused her friends' deaths.

"Scared am I? Maybe you should be the one afraid Voldemort."

Hermione looked at Voldemort. He was in rage but couldn't move due to being stunned. She looked into his angry, blood red eyes. There was promise of demise if he got out of her spell. She just smiled innocently at him.

"What's wrong Tom? Got defeated by a mere teenage girl? Too bad you can't do anything."

She then cast a Crucio at him. He was going to regret starting this war. He was going to regret causing the deaths of everyone dragged into this. This is for Harry, for Ron, for Ginny. This is for the Order! Take this you slimy bastard!

Voldemort writhed on the ground. He was in pain. It felt like a thousand knifes slicing him at once, like he was swimming in a pool with millions of needles. So this is what it feels like. He would kill that girl when he got out.

By now, it has already been five minutes since he was under the curse. Hermione was starting to get exhausted from casting the spell. She was going to kill him now.

"I would love to torture you into insanity but it seems like you're already crazy. I guess I'll just kill you since you seem to be afraid of that. Any last words?"

Voldemort started laughing in his torture. "You will never get rid of me you stupid girl." he gritted out.

Hermione smirked. Did he think I didn't know about his horcruxes? I'll get rid of them after I get rid of him.

"On the contrary Voldie, I think you will be pleased to know that you're going to be long gone and never coming back. I'll get rid of your body first and then destroy all of your petty horcruxes."

Voldemort's eyes opened in shock. The girl knows about my horcruxes! How can this be? He panicked. "No! That can't be!"

Hermione lifted her wand and recited the words to the killing curse. The Order watched in anticipation. The Death Eaters all paled. Their master was about to die. What would happen to them?

"Avada Kedav….."

"Crucio!"

Hermione was struck down by Bellatrix. She was writhing on the ground as Voldemort recovered. The Order then paled as the Death Eaters cheered. Voldemort finally got up and walked up to Hermione. He grabbed her wand from her hands and started toying with it while circling around her.

"My, oh my. Look at this. You're where you belong Miss Granger. Laying down, at my feet. This is where a mudblood belongs in this world. I admit, I thought you would've defeated me earlier. Imagine me making a mistake twice by underestimating a mere child. You know what they say-fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. Too bad your plan didn't work. Bellatrix, release your curse."

Bellatrix lifted her curse. Hermione lied there panting heavily. Voldemort continued circling her, twirling her wand. The members of the Order shook their heads. Their hope had slipped of the cliff again. This time it was hanging on a mere branch.

"Such a shame such talent will be wasted." he drawled. "I would love to have someone like you in my ranks. Unfortunately, I do not take kindly on those who try to kill me." he hissed. He broke her wand with a snap.

"Do whatever you want. I would've never joined you anyways. Just kill me. Unlike you, I'm not afraid of death." Hermione harshly panted.

Voldemort laughed out loud. "It would be my pleasure. Avada Kedav…"

"STOP!"

Everyone's heads turned to a teenaged boy. He had green eyes and dark brown, messy hair. There was a lightning scar on his forehead. Everyone stared in shock. It couldn't be. Harry Potter was dead!

Voldemort growled. How is this boy still alive? This was his second time being struck with the killing curse! Was he invincible to it or something?

"Potter!" Voldemort spat out. "What are you doing boy? No matter, you are here just in time to see your precious mudblood die. Say goodbye!"

"You aren't going to kill her Voldemort. If you do, you're going through me first."

"Fine then. I guess it won't make a difference. You can die next to your mudblood whore!"

Voldemort cast his killing curse while Harry cast his Expelliarmus. The two spells hit each other in the middle of the field. Each side was trying to push their spell towards the other. Hermione regained her senses and got up.

"Harry! Let me help you!"

Harry kept looking at Voldemort. "Hermione, don't you dare come close. You're going to get hurt."

Hermione ignored Harry and grabbed a nearby wand laying on the ground. She ran up to the two and started casting curses at Voldemort.

Voldemort let out a growl, ended the curse and cast a shield. The two started throwing more curses at him.

"Hermione! I told you to stay away!"

"You know I wouldn't Harry. I'm going to help you defeat him."

"You're a Griffindor through and through. You know that?"

They continued throwing curses at Voldemort. Voldemort began throwing curses back at them too. This went on for a couple minutes.

Soon, the duel between the three ended with an Avada Kedavra. Voldemort had cast it towards Hermione. She didn't see it coming and turned her head.

"HERMIONE! LOOK OUT!"

Harry ran towards her and turned her away from the curse. He was hugging her tightly. Just as he did that, the curse hit him right on his back.

Hermione was shocked. Harry was holding her in his arms. He had just went limp and was starting to slip from his grasp. She started holding him up, but he was too heavy. She kneeled down, trying to keep him upright. She shook him hard.

"Harry? HARRY!"

She cried in his shoulder. Harry had just left her again. She had this feeling this was his last time ever coming back to life. No one was there for her anymore. She kept holding on to him.

The Death Eaters rejoiced and cheered again. They laughed mercilessly. Voldemort had won, just as they thought he would. They spat at the mudblood kneeling on the ground holding Harry Potter. Hermione didn't react though. She let them. She just held Harry in her arms and cried.

"Looks like all your hopes are gone now. Don't worry. All the rest of your Order members are going to die after you. You can meet them in whatever afterlife you will have soon. Such a fool. Sacrificing himself did no good. I still kill you either way. Good-bye mudblood." Voldemort hissed. He lifted his hand and sent the Killing Curse at Hermione.

Hermione closed her eyes. She would join her friends in death. She couldn't wait to reunite with Ron. Perhaps it is better this way, Ron. I'm sorry I didn't keep the promise. I tried. I'm going to meet you soon. Just as the spell hit her, she opened her eyes. She felt at peace. She saw a blinding white light that appeared around her body. What is this? Is this what it's like to be in Heaven? She smiled. Wait for me guys. That's all she remembered before blacking out.

Hermione woke up in a dark alley. She got up and looked around. Am I in heaven? She felt skeptical. She was sitting on a grimy pavement and the walls were missing bricks. The smell of garbage was disgusting.

Hermione panicked. She felt all around and pinched herself. She winced. Ouch! That hurt! She looked down at herself and her heart dropped. She saw blood and cuts all over her body. She suddenly felt pain in her leg. I'm not dead….

She put a hand on the wall to support herself as she walked out of the alley. As she neared the opening, she saw a street, crowded with people. The road was filled with cars as they passed by. Her eyes opened wide. This is muggle London… How can this be?

She continued supporting herself as she limped out of the alley. As she dragged herself on the sidewalk, she looked around. It was nighttime and there were lights everywhere. She caught sight of the weird glances she was receiving. Everyone is staring at me. Do I look that bad? She continued dragging herself with the walls and windows supporting her. She left a trail of blood behind her. She was bleeding badly.

No one bothered her as she continued limping. They looked too afraid. She turned the corner and spotted an empty street. Strange… Why isn't this street busy? She decided to go into it. It's not like I'm going to be better off in a crowd anyways. No one is bothering to help. Might as well die without people staring at me.

She got on the street and spotted a light far ahead. She decided to follow it. It led to a private road. She started walking on the road, barely breathing. By now, she was deathly pale, too much blood was lost. Her legs hurt from exhaustion. Her body began to start its process of shutting down. She saw the light from earlier lead her to a huge gate.

When she reached the gate, it somehow was already open. She limped in, walking down the path that led to a door. As she walked up the stairs, she fell and landed right at the doorstep. She could barely feel herself, let alone think. So she laid there.

Just as she almost slipped into unconsciousness, she thought she saw a mysterious figure come near her.

She would've never thought that this person would change her life forever.