Alternate Universe! Time-Travel!
A/N: Long time reader, first time submitting a story of my own, well, not my own. I do not own Harry Potter any of the characters or places you recognize. Glad to get that over with. *Few*
A lot of you are probably saying something along the lines of, "Another time travel/turnen story?" And I guess all I can say is yes. I've been playing with this idea for a long long long time. It always interested me to send Hermione into the past. So here's my dab at it.
Just a warning, I work without a beta. So please expect grammar errors.
I also would like to add, I am American. I don't knew much about Britain then what I've read here on FanFiction. So tips and trick on that could go a long way.
All kinds of reviews are nice. :D
Chapter one.
Hermione Granger sighed sadly looking over the waterway from the bridge she stood reflecting herself. She couldn't understand how she left her emotions run so deep – how she could feel so deeply for a married man. Sighing deeply she tried to clear her head of emotion – the emotion that she clung to dearly – the same emotion that got her into this crazy mess.
Harry knows. Of course Harry knows, he can read Hermione like an open book, though he swore never to tell. Hermione trusts Harry with her life, but she doesn't feel like she should be able to talk about him so openly, so freely, but she does.
In these dark times she shouldn't be worried about emotions, or letting them control her life. Hermione didn't like when things weren't balanced nor had a logical reason behind them. She liked logic, she thrived off logic, but this – this had absolutely no logic – no written meaning she could look up – no answer she could get from studying.
For the first time in a long time Hermione felt alone with her problems. She almost turned to Ginny for advice – she came so close to finally breaking down and begging for help, but his wife entered the room happily and announced she was pregnant. Defeated Hermione flopped back on her bed, watching the two friend's jump happily trying to put on a brave smile when she felt like her heart was being stomped on.
Hermione couldn't figure out how she let herself lose control, nor could she figure out how to reverse the affects. She came across a book last night, Memory of a Charmed Man, and came to the decision that she longed to be the happy teenager she once was. As smart as Hermione Granger is she knew the risks of the charm, she knew it to be idiotic, but she was the brink of not caring anymore.
She couldn't tell Harry or Ron, they'd blow a gasket on her.
She watched people from afar: – happy people – Ginny and Harry stealing small kisses when they don't think anybody was looking, Ron and Lavender's lack of control, but still she can see the love glowing off their faces when they part, or Neville and Luna – Hermione never witnessed a connection as strange and pure as theirs and that's what she secretly longed for.
Hermione's mind was made up – no matter how experimental the charm was she'd do it for him. That's what she told herself. She'd do it for Remus.
She gave herself a month.