The Raven Lilly

Summary: Harry gets to go back in time to try to fix his biggest mistake, of course that means he has to figure out exactly what that mistake is and why it happened first. Hermione gets dragged along for the ride and she's NOT happy about that. Contains a soul bond.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything your recognize

A/N the story WILL be H/HR there IS mention of H/SB/HA/LL/GW/DG to begin with… bear with me it WILL get there

Harry looked around the courtyard, watching people bringing in more and more wounded and dead. "I should have just gone." He whispered. "I should have just given myself up!"

"No!"

Harry turned around to see his wives standing there. Susan had her arms around Hannah, while Luna dreamily supported Ginny. Daphne looked sadly up from where they had been huddled. They did make a love picture. Harry waited on one of them to say something else. Anything else. A harsh sigh came from behind him and Harry turned quickly wand in hand only to find his friend Hermione there.

"Use your head Harry, Tom wants to kill every 'half-blood', 'mud-blood', and 'blood-traitor' there is. He's a homicidal maniac! They don't just say 'well you gave yourself up so OK! Everyone else can live in peace and harmony; we would now have utopia cus your gone.'" Hermione gave another of those disgusted sighs. "So please get over it. You're our best shot at winning this thing-"

"Honestly Hermione! He doesn't need help reading big boring books right now so run along. He needs some tenderness…" Ginny had apparently had enough of whatever Hermione was saying and decided to step away from Luna. She sauntered up to Harry wrapping her arms around him from behind running her hands down his chest slowly to his thighs.

Harry enjoyed the caress but felt the new familiar disgust and shame that almost always accompanied any intimate touch of his lovely ladies. Harry felt his other wives join Ginny in wrapping themselves around him. He looked back at Hermione only to see her shake her head sadly and walks away. They were running out of time, Voldemort had given him only an hour to surrender himself before the battle began again. Everyone was using this time to say good-bye to their loved ones that were near. Harry didn't say anything to his wives just stood there as they held him while Hermione walked away.

One hour isn't a lot of time to say good-bye, but 20 minutes later found Hermione standing by the door ready to out to battle once more. Harry joined her as they walked out to the middle of the grounds between the forest and the castle. "Hermione, I just want to say…" Harry trailed off. There was so much he wanted to tell her; but he couldn't find a way to say anything at all.

"It's ok Harry." Hermione whispered. He knew without looking she was crying. His mind raced back to all the other times he heard her say that in that tone of voice. After nightmares, Sirius's death, the anniversary of his parent's death, when Ron died, when Voldemort attacked someone, after occulomancy classes, the night before the first task of the tri-wiz, when Cedric died. The list seemed endless.

Voldemort was waiting on them. So they walked quietly the rest of the way to where Hagrid's hut once stood. The Dark Lord of the Wizarding World stood silently waiting with his two most beloved minions beside him. "I'm surprised you showed up Potter."

"How could I not? You said you would kill everyone in the castle if I wasn't here. So, I'm here."

Harry stared at the reptilian-like man who was responsible for so much tragedy. He glanced over to Bellatrix Lestrange only to find her wand pointed at him while noticing idly that Hermione had her wand pinned on the former Black. Movement caused his eyes to snap to Lucius Malfoy. Lucius was holding a knife out to Harry hilt first. He quickly looked back at Voldemort.

"You want to save those in the castle Potter? I want to see you in pain before you die. I will let them live but you must do something for me first." Harry blinked rapidly knowing he would give just about anything to save his family.

"Kill the mud-blood." With that Lucius had apparently gotten tired of waiting on him to accept the knife, and shoved it into his hands. He looked down at the silver knife in his hand. Then he looked over at his best friend, REALLY looked at her for the first time in years, and was astounded.

She had always been lovely; but here in the afternoon sunlight surrounded by the blood-soaked grass she was stunning. Her hair whipped in the wind as it escaped the pins holding it in some kind of knot; she was dressed in dark leather looking pants and a black tank top. He vaguely recalled her having a jacket earlier that she pressed into the wounds of Neville. Her skin was very pale, though there were little swipes of blood here and there showing she had fought bravely earlier. She had fought while his family stayed back in the castle. Her eyes though, were the biggest change. When he had last looked at her like this, honestly looked to see what was really there, she had been walking down the staircase to the Yule ball. She had looked lovely, but her eyes were sad. They had made her look far older than she was always but now, now they were dead. He couldn't find one bit of emotion in her lovely brown eyes.

Could he do it? Could he kill his best friend? "Hermione" he whispered, "Ginny and Daphne are pregnant."

She lowered her wand and turned towards him, her pale lips slightly sneering. "Of course they are." She placed her wand in the holster she wore around her thigh and slowly brought out a necklace from where it had been hidden by her top. She then took off her bracelet it was a large intricate silver thing he hadn't seen her without. She looked at him and over to Voldemort and back again. Drawing her wand she stepped two steps closer to Voldemort before Bellatrix and Lucius stopped her.

"It's a time honored custom to allow those about to die one last request." She stood there regally ignoring the wands at her chest and throat, eyes trained at the Dark Lord.

"That it is, what would you like mud-blood? A last meal perhaps, maybe a blind-fold?" Ignoring the snickering of the minions who still had their wands digging into her skin she reached out her hand before her. Idly Harry thought she looked like a queen addressing her subjects rather than a woman about to be murdered facing terrorists.

"I ask only that you deliver these to my god-father. You wouldn't of course have to see him; an owl will do. Just insure that none will kill the poor creature till its delivery has been made." Voldemort had reached out and she dropped her necklace and bracelet in his hand. He slowly looked at each piece, lifting the bracelet up and bringing it close to his face before he looked at her necklace. The silvery pendant she always wore was thoroughly inspected before he looked back at her sharply.

"Where did you get these?" Voldemort hissed lowly.

"They are mine by right of blood, and heritage. The bracelet came to me through my father's family. His mother's grand-mother was the last to wear it. The necklace is from my god-father. As the 7th in line it is my right to wear the crest." Harry was puzzled. He looked from Hermione to Voldemort and then to Bellatrix and Lucius. Obviously the only ones who had any clue what they were talking about were Hermione and Voldemort.

"They came by the bracelet honestly?"

"Yes passed down throughout the years. I double checked with the correct spells as I'm certain you will before it's sent anywhere." Strangely enough Hermione was still talking with the Dark Lord like he was beneath her and he was taking it. Harry wondered if this is what it felt like to go crazy.

"Is there any way I can offer you to join us?" Voldemort asked in a soft tone as he stared down at the ground. Bellatrix and Lucius both dropped their wands and whirled to their master. Harry's jaw dropped. They all saw Hermione smile at him sadly.

"No, THIS is what it's like to go crazy." Harry whispered. He was even more shocked when both Bellatrix and Lucius nodded.

"You know I would never. All I ask is prompt delivery for those left waiting on me." Hermione softly told him.

"If I after checking these items out, which will be done within days after your death, I find that they are yours by right they will be delivered post haste. I shall send someone with orders to hand them over only to your next of kin and to return quickly to my side harming none on their way. Would that be enough?" Voldemort looked up at Hermione, his eyes boring into hers as his dark robes seeming to cling to him in the wind.

"Doing thus would be sufficient to honor my request; it would allow me to die with peace of mind. Should you carry out my request as you have stated my house will avenge me upon you and yours, so mote it be!" Hermione nodded at the Dark Lord one more time and stepped back to Harry. "If you're going to do this, do it."

Harry looked around still finding Bellatrix and Lucius staring at their Lord while seeing Voldemort's eyes staring at Hermione. He looked down at the knife before he lifted it up.

"Potter!" Voldemort called. "Move the blade over about an inch. That will let it hit her heart. Make your aim true, and don't let her linger." Harry looked back and forth between Hermione and Voldemort. Hermione didn't look away though she stared at him. He adjusted his blade.

"I'm sorry Hermione." He whispered as he started to cry.

She smiled sadly. "You always are Harry." He raised his hand back and quickly lowered it. Stabbing her through her chest just a bit left of her heart. As she started to fall to the ground he wrapped an arm around her lowering her softly. Thunder cracked as it started to rain. Harry sat there holding Hermione. She smiled at him raised her hand and touched his face. "If you live through this Harry I want you to learn to aim."

He held her feeling the tightness in his chest grow. It expanded till he couldn't breathe. He gurgled blood not noticing the others who stood there watching. Bellatrix and Lucius both had turned to insure that Harry did indeed kill her. Voldemort closed his eyes tightly his hands clenching the jewelry Hermione had given him.

"Well done Milady. Rest now." Harry couldn't really tell but he thought that it had been Voldemort talking. He looked at his friend one more rather than the hand he had brought up to his mouth which he had drawn back with blood on it.

"I'm sorry." He whispered once again and then all he saw was darkness.