Two Worlds Combine
Chapter 1: The Beginning
"When light has lost all hope, one who is from two worlds will emerge in our time. Only she who is marked with blood on her arm has the power to change the course of time. Only she has the power to stop the carnage."
With this, Trelawney collapsed onto the floor. Revived moments later, with no recollection of her vision, Trelawney returned to staring at the empty teacup in front of her. She was not to know that a new canister in the department of mysteries was placed on a shelf, soon to be lost and forgotten among the various other prophesies lining the shelves.
Light blazed. Darkness fell.
For the moment it seemed as though both death eaters and the order alike stopped in their tracks to witness what was taking place. After a quick blinding light from the forbidden forest, darkness came over the castle. Suddenly the Death Eaters retreated. From their number came the most feared. Voldemort walked toward those allied with the order, a sinister smile on his face beckoning behind him. Hagrid walked forward with a limp Harry Potter in his arms; tears streaming down his face.
"Imagine my surprise," commented Voldemort, "when I so easily destroyed your last hope at defeating me."
Gasps of disbelief rushed like a wave over the Order and those fighting with them. A scream was ripped from Hermione without her notice as she stared into the black eyes of her best friend; the sparkle long gone from his green eyes.
"Now," Voldemort continued, "all that remains is to finish off the stragglers. However, I see a number of you who I would be willing to accept into my ranks so long as they come now and beg for forgiveness. Even the mudbloods could have a place if their groveling is sincere enough." He continued with a lecherous grin toward Hermione, "Yes, I do believe I can find something useful from you all."
Hermione gagged at the bile rising in her throat and glanced at those still standing around her, the few who had so far survived. Tired, bruised, and bloody, they seemed to have lost their will to fight; without Harry, who would be able to defeat Voldemort? Hermione grasped at her neck in silent defeat; she knew with sudden clarity that the light would lose the war. Along with that clarity came a sudden sense of peace; she knew what she needed to do. She would not bow to Voldemort and the scum that followed him; and she knew most who had survived with rather die than join his ranks. Making a quick decision, Hermione threw a cutting hex in Voldemort's direction. Not having expected it, Voldemort felt his cheek start to bleed. Dozens of death eater wands were then pointed at Hermione.
"How dare you attack the Dark Lord you filthy mudblood!" screamed Bellatrix, who then sent the cruciatus toward Hermione. Unable to avoid it without the curse hitting someone else, Hermione was once again forced to submit to the pain of Bellatrix's favorite curse. Writhing on the floor with pain, Hermione refused to cry out. She would not give Bellatrix the satisfaction of hearing her scream.
"That is quite enough Bella," said a calm Voldemort. Bellatrix immediately stopped the curse and bowed to her master.
Suddenly Voldemort heard a laugh emerge from the crumpled form of Hermione Granger. Shocked, he, and all others in attendance, turned to her in disbelief. "One would almost think you enjoy pain, my dear. There may be hope for you yet!"
Hermione raised her head to look at her enemy, while allowing her form to remain curled into itself. With a smile on her face Hermione looked at her allies, then her enemies, and finally at the limp form of Harry Potter. "Although you have accomplished much, there is one thing you never accounted for Voldemort."
"And what would that be?" asked an amused Voldemort, deciding to humor the young witch who was about to die at his hands.
"Me."
What Voldemort and his followers failed to notice until it was too late, was the necklace around Hermione's throat.
Suddenly Voldemort's eyes grew comically wide as he screamed in indignation and raised his wand to shoot the killing curse. With that final image, Hermione turned the dial of the Time Turmner one last time and disappeared.
Rain. Whenever he wanted to fly around the pitch he was always met with rain. It was almost as if a curse had been placed upon him! Growling in annoyance, Sirius grabbed his broom and walked toward the quidditch pitch. After a day like today he didn't care about soaking his clothes and the discomfort that came along with it.
It was on his journey that he noticed something blocking his path. Moving closer Sirius could make out the form of a woman. The rain was washing the mud and blood off of her face, but as some blood washed away, more came to take its place. Sirius looked on in horror before snapping out of his daze and running toward the woman who lay motionless on Hogwarts's grounds. After getting no response from the form, Sirius carefully levitated the body toward the castle. The only thought in his head was to get the woman to Madam Pomfrey as soon as was humanly possible.
Hermione Granger, smartest witch of her age, had a blazing headache. Trying to roll to her side, Hermione gasped in pain. Slowly she opened her eyes to the sight of a white ceiling. It was then that she noticed the smell of disinfectant. She always wondered why a muggle and magical infirmary smelled the same. Turning her head, Hermione met the eyes of the wisest man she had ever known.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione exclaimed trying to push herself up from the bed to give the shocked gentleman a hug. "Oh I've missed you!"
"I would love to be able to say the same, my dear," replied Dumbledore, "but I don't believe we have ever met!"
"Oh yes, that," Hermione said, suddenly looking abashed. "I do have a lot to discuss with you."
"Yes I believe you do. However, I do not believe this is the most appropriate of places," replied Dumbledore, motioning to the infirmary door which had begun to open. "I believe we will have to continue our discussion at another time, when you are able to move from your bed. Does that sound amicable miss…?"
"Granger, Hermione Granger."
"Well miss Granger, welcome to Hogwarts"
"Thank you professor, it feels as though I never left." Smiling slightly at Dumbledore's retreating figure, Hermione leaned back onto her pillows.
Paling at the thought of what she left behind, Hermione allowed herself silent tears for those she lost. As she cried she made herself a silent promise. She would not allow her friends to die; she would not allow him to win. She would change the future. She must, for the sake of the wizarding world.
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