A/n: Hello everybody! It's me; Jesska (waits for applause. Frowns when there is none) … fine, don't love me. Anyways, I'm back, and hopefully for good who missed me? (Crickets chirp) Fine… Anyways, read and enjoy!
Full Summary: This is plot is over used, I know, but it never gets old and is always fun to write. Hermione somehow goes back in time, but this time with an OC companion (You may think she's a Mary-Sue, but she's based on me all the way) It's after the war (I'm making it so that nothing in the 7th book happens), so Hermione and OC are broken and alone (minus the fact they are together) until they meet the Marauders. OC has a stubborn streak and is quite mysterious and mischievous and gets along great with Sirius and James, and Hermione gets along great with Lily and Remus, hence the reason why Sirius and OC fall for each other and Remus and Hermione fall for each other. Things happen (things I can't think of at the moment because I am very tired and I'm feeling very imaginative for the first chapter) and stuff ensues and… enjoy!
Chapter 1: Time goes bye!
Fog, all you could see was fog. And the occasional glimmer of light from the moonlight that was shining down on the Hogwarts Grounds through the grey clouds and mist. The stench of blood, tears, sweat, rain and death hung around the whole perimeter of Hogwarts, maybe even in the small village of Hogsmeade. The 'Final Battle' was finally over after hours of fighting, days of preparing, years of being scared and dozens of sacrifices. All of it was gone to waste, however, when both the 'Light' and 'Dark' fought against each other whilst their saviours, Harry James Potter and Tom Marvolo 'Voldemort' Riddle, fight to the death… both of them dying by the other's hand at the very same time, declaring that neither the 'Light' nor 'Dark' won.
On the school grounds, hundreds of bodies lay clumped together, some had deep cuts over every visible part of the bodies, some with barely any scratches or marks, some were dirt clad, and there were even a few poor, innocent animals (such as owls, squirrels). The halls of Hogwarts were worse than the outside, to put it in a simple way. Blood was sprayed over the walls, bodies lay, tangled, blood covered, scarred, dirty. The Great Hall was almost literally like a bombsite. It seemed like there had been a fire, seeing as the walls were all charred and the House Flags were burnt to a crisp. In the middle of the hall were the bodies of Harry and Voldemort, the other bodies of the fighters were circled around them like a crowd.
The movement of debris could be heard from the far side of the Great Hall, from where a large chunk of the wall was blown off, the first noise that had been heard around the old castle in hours. A cough soon followed the sound of debris, and more coughs soon followed from the dust being flown everywhere. A young girl of 17 slowly stood up and looked around her, tears being sprung to her eyes as she saw her best friends, friends, classmates, teachers, and even her bullies, lying across the floor and on the tables. A groan came from somewhere else in the hall, and being curious as to whom else survived, the young girl limped over to the owner of the groan, a deep gash on her right shin, blood being soaked up by her black jeans.
Walking over to a pile of slightly burned table pieces, the physically and emotionally scarred teen slowly pulled the destroyed wood pieces towards her, so she could see who was buried. When the young girl saw who was there, her brown eyes showed hope, "Hermione?" she whispered, not knowing whether her mind was playing tricks with her, or if her best friend was actually there, alive and breathing, if barely. The person gave another groan as if to say 'Yes, now help me out'.
Soon after both girls were standing upright, looking at each other, they looked around the hall, "It's such a shame everything had to come down to this," the girl with curly brown hair, called 'Hermione'
by the younger girl, said sadly, the emotion in her voice held her sorrow for everyone she knew that had died, "Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, Luna… I'm even upset Malfoy's gone, to be honest with you," she noted the look the young girl gave her, "Don't give me that look, Jenna, its true, and you have to admit it too,"
"I guess," 'Jenna' spoke up, "But I don't know. He's bullied me for so long I don't know if I miss him or not," she sighed, tears beginning to swim in her heartbroken eyes, before she hugged Hermione, "Just tell me everything's going to be alright now," Hermione sighed, wrapping her arms around Jenna and held the girl tight, but not too tight to inflict more pain the two girls already felt
"I can't promise that," she whispered, feeling Jenna nod understandably, feeling that a dry liquid had dried in her black hair. Hermione presumed it to be blood, or tears, or both knowing the amount of emotion Jenna always had with her, "Come on, let's get out of here… I need to walk and think about what's going to happen next. I doubt the Ministry would help us," she rolled her eyes slightly in a half-joking half-serious matter, making Jenna let a small giggle out, causing her to smile, "Y'see, even in bad times, it's good to let out a smile or a laugh," the slightly amused look on Jenna's face instantly vanished, meaning that Hermione said something terribly wrong
"How can you say that? This isn't one of those ordinary bad times! The people we love have died, even the people we hate! We have this on our shoulders forever. This is a disastrous time and you know it. We can't smile and laugh when we know Harry and Ron and Ginny and Luna and Lavender and Fred and George and EVERYONE are dead," Jenna said angrily, putting emphasis on the 'everyone', "We're on our own in this now," she said softly, sadness hiding behind her words, "We don't belong anywhere now because no-one feels what we feel. No-one's felt what we've felt. No-one's gone through what we've gone through,"
"I know that," Hermione said, putting her hands gently on Jenna's shoulders, being careful as to not touch the gash on her friends' shoulder, the blood was being absorbed by the red and gold shirt Jenna was wearing, and making sure that the cuts, bruises and possibly the blisters on her hands didn't come in contact with Jenna's wounds, "But it doesn't hurt to smile once in a while. We may not have won, I understand that, but we haven't lost either. We can have a fresh start-"
Jenna cut her off, "A Fresh start? Where? With who? How? If you hadn't noticed, nearly everyone in the Wizarding World are dead thanks to this decade-long war," Hermione simply smiled knowingly at Jenna, "You have an idea, don't you?" sustaining a groan, Jenna decided to let out a sigh instead, before she was brought back to Earth as she found out that she and Hermione had wandered (Or in Jenna's case; limped) down to the empty dungeons, "Why are we outside the Potions classroom?"
"Because, dear Jenna," Jenna gave Hermione a look that said 'Get to the point, missy', "I believe that we can… to put it a simpler way… change all this. But first, we need to take away the pain, hence the reason why were outside the potions class," Jenna looked really confused at the first part of Hermione's speech, before the emotion in her face changed to a terrified one, "For starters, your brother doesn't have to hide anymore… no-one does,"
"That's for sure," Jenna whispered before she ran over to the only body lying in the dungeons, tears rolling down her cheeks, creating two small lines on her face where there wasn't dirt or blood. She stopped against the small body and knelt down, taking in the fearful expression on the face, the blood still dripping from a large slit on the forehead, and noticing the broken left arm and right leg, "Jonah," she whispered again, more tears coming to her eyes. Hermione slowly walked towards Jenna, mainly so that the pain in her hip wouldn't increase if she walked at her normal speed, "He was only 11,"
"Jenna," Hermione began softly, slowly helping her friend up so she could look directly at her heartbroken face, "Listen, younger people have died. People who aren't even supposed to be involved in the war have died," tears were brimming in Hermione's eyes now, "But we have to stay strong. We have to think-" Jenna cut her off again
"Think?! All you do all the time is Think! Think, Think, Think, Think, THINK!" Jenna yelled in frustration, not seeing the hurt look in Hermione's eyes, until she looked back up at her older friend, "I'm sorry. This is getting to me. My friends are dead, my family's dead, by brother's dead! We're the only ones alive in this world…" Hermione let out a deep sigh, before she started coughing, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine… let's just get that numbing potion," Jenna nodded, still very apologetic for yelling at Hermione, before she limped back over to the Potion's classroom and walked inside. It was very gloomy inside, as if no light had been invited inside and no-one's actually been in the class before. Hermione hobbled over to the potions cupboard, collecting the ingredients needed for the simple potion. Jenna looked around the classroom, before she walked up to the large table at the front that would have been Professor Snape's table before he was killed. She ruffled around the many pieces of parchment on the dark oak table and stopped in her tracks when she saw 'Time Travel Potion – NOT TESTED' on one of the bottom sheets of Parchment. The paper looked old, torn and worn out, but Jenna could still see the ingredients needed
"Mya," Jenna said quietly, holding the sheet of parchment in her hands, "What's this Time Travel Potion thing?" Hermione looked up after she put down the ingredients, noting how Jenna used her nickname, "It's got like... the ingredients and instructions down and everything… but it hasn't been tested," Hermione walked over to Jenna and took the parchment from her hands, "See…"
"This must have been what Snape was working on since he was a kid," Hermione said after she coughed, noticing the date at the top of the parchment, "September 17, 1973. He must have been in his third year then," she noticed the look in Jenna's eyes, "Oh no! I am not making this! What if it goes wrong?"
"What if it doesn't? Have you ever known a time when one of Snape's potions hasn't worked?" Hermione frowned, "Exactly! We've got nothing here. We have no-one. If we do this potion, we could have a fresh start, like you said. No-one would know us; we could be who we want to be, without anyone telling us differently!" Hermione looked up at Jenna, and was shocked to see hope and want in her broken eyes, "Please Mya, we could actually get to change all this, stop the war from ever happening,"
"I don't know," Hermione looked a little cautious at what Jenna was suggesting, "But what if it does go wrong. The paper says 'not tested'. It could mean anything. We could die," Jenna sighed
"I feel dead already. We're the only two left and we can do something! We could save James and Lily Potter from dying! We could save Sirius from going to Azkaban! We could stop Pettigrew from going to the Dark Side," Jenna said, the tone in her voice almost begging, "If there's anyone who Snape would want to find this, it would be us! He knows what we're capable of!" Hermione frowned again, "True, he may not like us! But we can change that! We could befriend him and show him that having friends that care about him is good, so he won't go to the Dark Side. Voldemort won't have his supporters because we'd stop them from going over,"
"You aren't going to give up, are you?" Hermione asked worriedly, and the smile on Jenna's face agreed with Hermione's comment, "Okay fine… but I'm making the numbing potion first," Jenna nodded, happy that Hermione gave into her rant, and looked at the list of ingredients
"They are the same as the numbing potion… but a bit more fairy dust," Jenna whispered, and saw that Hermione began to start the simple potion that would take 10 minutes to make. The gears in Jenna's mind began to turn, before they stopped as a migraine came along from thinking too fast, "How's that potion coming, Herms?"
"I just need to let it set," Hermione said as she added the small pinch of fairy dust that was needed, before she began to walk around after she felt her hip stiffen up. Jenna walked over to the potion and picked up the container of fairy dust, before she added another 3 pinches, just like the instructions for the Time Travel Potion had said. Hermione walked back to the potion, and looked at Jenna, "Why are you holding the container?"
"Am I not allowed to look at Fairy Dust, now?" Jenna asked, shaking her head slightly before she put the container down, "Is it set? I really can't stand this pain anymore," she said as tears sprung to her eyes after she rolled her shoulders back. Hermione nodded slowly before she poured some of the potion into two glasses lying around on the table behind them, "Bottoms up," Jenna said before both she and Hermione downed the potion.