Summary: In the midst of the Battle of Hogwarts Hermione finds herself being drawn to Dumbledores offices finding that he is calling her name. As she enters the office her life is about to change forever. She is to realise she has the main part in defeating Lord Voldemort. With a simple emotion.

Disclaimer.

I do not own Harry Potter nor anything that is affiliated with it. So that means Tom Riddle, Hermione Granger or Dumbledore. I own none of them. I own a pink book with owls on it that holds the whole of this story but alas not the characters. Damn.

Hermione ran through the corridors of the place she once called home. All of the best times of her life had happened here, she'd made her true friends and she'd had her first kiss. Came top of every class and was sure she may have even found the one. But all those memories and been shattered and left in pieces on the floor by what she saw now. Death and chaos, they over took any good memory of her home. Hogwarts would never be the same to her after tonight.

She slipped and fell to her knees, fresh tears falling from her face,

"Why?" She shouted to the ground, clenching her fists. "Why?" She repeated. "Why us? Why here? Why now?" Tears fell from Hermione's face and splattered across the ground. She pounded the floor once with her first before slowly standing up and turning to see what she'd slipped on.

All she could see was a hunk of cloak in a pool of red. She gulped and fought the itching urge to pull back the cloak and reveal who was underneath it. She forced herself to look away and carry on running, only two things would make her do that and right now both of them were running through her mind.

Ron. Harry. Ron. Harry. Ron. Harry. Ron. Harry. Ron. Harry. Ron. Harry. Ron. Harry. Ron. Harry.
She had to make sure they were both okay, make sure they were still alive. And if she had to, save them. A life without her best friends was a life not worth living. She had already lost her parents to Lord Voldemort; she didn't think she could cope with losing them both as well. They meant more to her than anything else on the planet. She would trade everything she owned to ensure their safety, she would even exchange her intelligence for them; just become another Pansy Parkinson of the world if it would make sure that they would be okay. She'd lost them both in the chaos of the Astronomy Tower caving in. She'd lost them when the world had lost Fred. They'd only be temporarily lost but Fred? He was lost forever and she prayed that he would be the last that she would lose that night but she knew that her prayers would not be answered.

She would always remember the look in their eyes, void of any happiness. The pain, anguish, the cold haunting look. She would always remember the tearing feeling at her heart, as if it had been ripped from her chest and ripped apart. She didn't think she could ever feel happiness again. Not now, not ever, how could she? But she shook her head trying to shake the images of Fred's dead, lifeless body out of her head. She had to find Harry and Ron; she had to help them, to save them. She had to concentrate. She carried on running through the corridors until she came to Dumbledore's office and skidded to a halt. She would swear on Merlin's grave that she could hear him calling her name. But that was crazy, Dumbledore was dead; unless...

"Dumbledore?" She called up the spiralled staircase. The two Gargoyles had been cursed off their podiums in the battle and the wall that had hidden the staircase had been blasted apart leaving it completely open. But who would care about an empty Headmasters office at a time like this?

"Hermione Jean!" He called back. Hermione stood in shock unsure of what to do. She looked from the stirs to the blood filled corridor that lay waiting for her, she hopped from one foot to the other, if Dumbledore wants me it must be serious she thought. She then proceeded to climb the stairs two at a time till she reached the top. There she found the portrait of Albus Dumbledore smiling warmly at her.

"Mrs Granger. I was wondering how long it would take you to come here. I've been waiting for you. I thought curiosity itself would have brought you, but your fear for your friends is much greater but do not worry. For now, they are safe."

Hermione ran a blood covered hand though her hair, she was confused with the situation and it was not a feeling she was used to.

"I'm afraid I don't understand Professor Dumbledore..." She asked him. He simply smiled at her in return and pointed to the right of him.

"All the answers are in there child and hurry, we don't have much time."

Hermione hesitantly stepped towards the Pensive Dumbledore had pointed at, she looked at it inspecting it, she couldn't see anything in the silvery mist but she trusted Dumbledore more then she even trusted herself. She pulled her wand out and careful touched the silver misty surface with the tip of it and she was sucked into it.

She landed in Dumbledore's office; it looked exactly the same as the one she had just come from except there was one obvious difference. There was no portrait of Dumbledore behind the desk; instead the real Dumbledore was sat behind the desk. But she shook her head; it was not the real Dumbledore, only a memory of him. Then there was a knock at the door, soft and hesitant.

"Come in." Dumbledore called out and Hermione opened the door and peered round it.

"You wanted to see me Professor Dumbledore?"

"Yes child. Please, sit down." She smiled at him as she sat down and he locked his fingers in front of him returning the smiles.

"I suppose you're wondering why I called you to my office Mrs Granger."

"Well actually, yes I am. At first I thought Colin had mistakenly given the scroll to me instead of Harry but no, you sent it for me..." She trailed off. Dumbledore stood from his chair and walked over to the window in his office, his hands clasped behind his back.

"No Mrs Granger, you are the perfect for the task I am to bestow upon you. Please come here and tell me what you see."

"Why don't I remember this?" Hermione whispered to herself as she made her way to the window with the memory Hermione.

"I see the castle grounds, the lake, the forest..."

"Look closer Hermione, look at the details." Hermione squinted, trying to see what Dumbledore was talking about.

"Um, I see two students walking through the grounds, holding hands Professor. But I'm afraid I still don't understand..."

"It's simple Hermione. Love, what those two students have is love."

"Professor?"

"And love is the one thing Voldemort never experienced growing up. Lust and others infatuation with him but he was never truly loved and therefore never loved anything in return."

"I don't see what this has to do with me?"

"I believe you Hermione, are the only person in existence who could possibly make Voldemort fall in love. Though I would never expect him to fall in love as the monster he is now. No, I believe he must fall in love while still at Hogwarts, while still Tom Riddle. You must make him fall in love with you. In doing so you will gain his heart and soul."

Hermione's started at the old man convinced he was crazy, did he honestly expect her to make Lord Voldemort, the most evil being on earth fall in love, and with all the people he could chose. Fall in love with her?

"There are two flaws with that plan Professor..."

"A time turner should so the trick Mrs Granger and for the other flaw? Tom Riddle was always attracted to intelligence and mystery. Now I'm sorry, I must remove this memory till the time is right..."

Hermione felt herself falling back from the memory to the present; she fell to the floor of Dumbledore's office and looked up at the portrait with tears in her eyes.

"And if I don't?" She whispered angrily, locking eyes with the old man.

"Harry will die, he must die." He said solemnly. The bushy-haired girl nodded and picked up the time turner from behind the pensive and took a deep breath. She turned it backwards to the thirty-first of August, fifty years in the past. As she began to disappear from the room she half-heartedly waved at Dumbledore.

"Good luck child, you'll need it." He whispered before leaving his frame.

Hermione landed hard on the bank of the land.

"Fuck." She spluttered, desperately trying to get her breathing even and to remove the lake water from her mouth.

"Language Mrs Granger." Chuckled a familiar voice like the one she had just left. She looked up to see a younger Dumbledore staring at her.

"How do you...?" She asked puzzled.

"I have been in frequent contact with my past self. I have known about this plan for a long time my dear and I most agree with the outcome that my future self has predicted. So child, would you like to come to my office? Get something warm in you, some clean clothes and we can talk this through?" He smiled at her, offering his hand. She looked up at the old man. Still old to her even though he was fifty years younger than the Dumbledore she knew. But she was just as wise, just as kind and just as she remembered him only with less wrinkles and his beard was a little shorter. She smiled back at him and graciously took his hand.

"I'd like that." And he led her back to the castle, to Hogwarts, to home.

Okay so after I did this I realised I'd made some spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. I'm sorry! It was four in the morning and I was tired :-( But I'll try and update as soon as possible :-)