Hey, so this is my first official story. I've been really interested in the whole time travel stories for Harry Potter, and being the Potterhead that I am, I decided to write one! I really hope you guys enjoy it, and if not, let me know, because honestly, I could use all the help I can get. And this is probably going to be the first Authors Note I have at the beginning of a chapter. Don't worry, they'll stay at the bottom. Anyway, enough of my blabbing.

I do not own Harry Potter, nor I am associated with the official series. This is is merely a fanfiction and all credit goes to J. for giving most of us these amazing books which helped make up our childhood.

It was chaos.

The Battle of Hogwarts was complete chaos.

The home to so many children had nearly been demolished. The whole scene was a light with fire. There were many fighters across the courtyard. Good vs. Bad.

The fight was on, and many were falling from both sides. However, right in the middle of it all stood Harry Potter. The Chosen One. The Boy Who Lived. The Saviour of All Humanity.

Opposite him stood the cause of all the tragedy and fear place in to the hearts of all witches and wizards since the beginning of the late 1960s. Lord Voldemort. His pale skin, and red snakelike eyes glimmered in the darkness. His mere presence gave the effect on a Dementor.

However, he spared no second glace towards any of his faithful Death Eaters or the blood traitors, nor the filthy half-bloods, and the dirty mudbloods. His eyes were trained on the boy who had defied for more than 5 times. All those years he uttered the same phrase. Harry Potter shall die this year. However, this year? He meant it. And after his second attempt at dodging death. Now shall be the time, the world will last see of that filthy Potter boy. After all, third times the charm.

And there it was.

"AVADA KEDAVARA!"

And Harry Potter fell. His eyes were unmoving.

Harry Potter had died. And Hermione Granger watched in shocked as her brother, her best friend fell so easily to the curse which had killed his own parents.

Hermione had already lost Ron. But seeing Harry's lifeless body struck something within her. She was alone. And she shall avenge them.

"SECTUMSEMPRA"

Hermione watched in disbelief as her spell made contact with Voldemort and struck him on his face. Tiny lines began to slash at his face and Hermione watched as black blood poured out of them. However, as soon as it started it ended all the same. The Dark Lord locked eyes with Hermione and she felt an odd surge of bravery shoot through her. With her chin raised and her back straight, she stared right back though and smirked.

Slowly, Voldemort moved towards Hermione. Almost like a predator would stalk his prey.

About 10 feet away, he spoke

"Filthy Mudblood!" He spat. "Trying to avenge the boy, were you? Trying to hurt me? The Dark Lord? You silly, foolish girl. I am immortal. No one can hurt me. Your oh-so-brave chosen one has fallen from my wand. He was weak. He was foolish. He was stupid. He was… a little boy" He hissed.

And that was when Hermione cracked.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP" Hermione roared. She was sick and tired of taunts from a supposedly Dark Lord. "YOU ARE A FOUL AND EVIL CREATURE. HARRY WAS AND FOREVER WILL BE TEN TIMES THE MAN YOU ARE. HE WAS NOT WEAK. YOU ARE. HIDING BEHIND THOSE HORRID HORCRUXES! YOU CAN'T ESCAPE DEATH TOM – "

Voldemort cut her off. "You dare, mudblood? You dare speak that useless mudblood name before me! CRUCIO!"

Hermione blinked and remained silent as she felt the familiar pain on her bones. It felt as though they were on fire and her skin felt as though a thousand white hot knives were stabbing her repeatedly.

After what felt hours, the curse was lifted. And Hermione knew what was coming next. In fact, she welcomed it.

"Goodbye Mudblood. Avada Kedavara!"

She was falling. Hermione could only see darkness and it felt comforting. She was floating. She felt light. Suddenly, it began to grow brighter, and Hermione could hear voices.

"Albus, you know he – "

"Dark Lord – "

"Muggles – "

"What are we going to – "

"The Order can only – "

"We must – "

And then, she heard it. A bang. A clatter. And Hermione felt her whole body lurch forward and stop on the floor. Her eyes barely open, Hermione thought she saw the familiar sight of electric blue eyes.

And then everything went black.