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Chapter One: He ate my heart

She knelt in the wet grass, breathing heavily. Wiping the blood from her cheek, hoping it wasn't her own, she shook her wild mane of hair. Her hand flew to her neck, holding the charms around a gold chain. Glancing around the woods, she whispered, "Via tuta sororum." Suddenly, three others cracked with the sound of apparition to the spot. The blond lithe one began to heal the first one, and the red head and her black haired counterpart threw spells up to hide their place.

"Gin, how many?"

"The whole Burrow, Hermione. Mum and Fleur. They are all gone."

"Pansy?"

"Diagon Alley is no longer secure. The muggles were shooting on sight."

Luna kissed her forehead. "The last spell of the Dark Lord has been unleashed. All the males are decimated and the muggle world is going destroy the rest of us."

Hermione looked to her hands then. "So we come to this, Tom?" She pulled a small beaded bag from belt and pulled a tent out of it, tossing it at Ginny. "We've got to rest. I've a plan, that none of you will like."

Pansy shook her head slowly. "I never like any of your plans, Granger." Whoever would have thought that these four women would be running together? Once the spell had been unleashed by rouge death-eaters, it had decimated the wizards of the world, leaving the witches behind. Then they were systematically hunted and killed by the muggles, as too many muggleborns had died. A new witch hunt had begun.

Once the young women were settled in the for the evening, Hermione pulled the shrunken trunk with Hogwarts library stowed inside and called Tempore Oblítus to her while Ginny finished the meal. Thankful she had never unpacked her beaded bag from the Horcrux travel, the tent still functioned as a base for the four women.

Luna settled beside Hermione, and leaned against her friend. "Terrible things happen to those who meddle with time, Hermione."

"Actually, that is in here. It can also be translated to "Terrible things cause people to meddle with time." Luna, have I lost my mind to try this?"

Ginny and Pansy pulled two camp chairs to face the others. "Try what?"

"I am going to go back to the forties, and get Riddle there. Then none of this will have happened."

Pansy and Ginny nodded. "Ok." Luna said softly.

"No arguments?"

Running a hand through her red hair, Ginny shrugged. "Let's do it. What do we have to lose? Everything is gone here."

Pansy nodded. "Tell us how. Let's make the plan. We look young enough to go back to Hogwarts. That has to be the best time to get him."

Ginny smirked, "And unlike the git, we won't carry a trace. So we can do magic outside of school. But going back three years to 16 isn't my thought of ideal."

"Better than Pansy and my four years."

Luna hummed, "Tell Dumbledore everything." We all startled. "I assume we can't get back." Hermione shook her head. "Then he will have to help us."

"What's the spell?" Ginny said, her hand out for the book. "So we need a photo, since none of us have a memory of the forties to anchor too. And we should all be holding onto each other and speak the incantation in time. That shouldn't be difficult. That is how we got the Patils out of that muggle prison. With the unified "Bombardium."

Ginny passed the book to Pansy who said each of the words out loud. "Cordis. Tempus. Sumendum. Heart relives time?"

"Sounds promising." Luna flitted over to her bag, and pulled a photo of a man and woman on the front steps of Hogwarts. "Grandmum and Grandda. They were engaged in the summer of 1943."

Pansy nodded. "Summer of Riddle's sixth year?"

Hermione nodded. "That will work. So we need identities. Obscure Pureblood names. The wizarding world will be in the middle of Grindelwald's war. We are fleeing Grindelwald from France. Home schooled. We can't pull off being blood relatives."

"Luna Delacour, a votre de service." Luna had jumped up and spun into a bow. Point her finger at Ginny, she curtsied, "Genevive Flamel." She then turned to both Pansy and Hermione, "Hermione DeGaunt, and Pansy DeGaunt."

"Gaunt is Riddle's mum's maiden name." Pansy scolded. "And none one but your flighty self knows how to speak French."

Hermione held her hand up, "I'll keep DeGaunt, and you can be Fawcett."

"After that airhead of a Hufflepuff!" Pansy shook her bobbed hair, "Fine, whatever. So the French thing?"

"That's easy. Our dads' were homeschooled in the colonies. Best of friends, and then took up with witches in France after school. On the good side against Grindelwald, they were followed home. The Mothers sent us off to a second safe house just as the house we were all hiding in went up in flames. When they didn't retrieve us, we assume they are deceased. We are to go to Hogwarts now, in hopes of being safe and finishing out education." Hermione handed everyone papers from her bags. "Just fill in the names."

After fixing their papers, the young women curled up into their beds, which had been pushed near each other to keep the nightmares away. Hermione fingered her necklace and kissed the locket that held pictures of Harry and Ron. "Goodnight, my boys." She whispered, and then noxed the lights.

The next morning, Ginny and Pansy transfigured clothing to match the times, and Hermione pulled the large box that held all their gallons from the vaults they had been able to access. "Well, at least we will never need money." Luna had smiled and Hermione enlarged the box and passed out 50 galleons to each of them.

"Keep this on you at all times." Then she pulled out the wand case. "I've a spare of each of our wands, as well as any others I could get a hold of before Ollivander died. Any unforgivable should be cast and then the wand disposed of once we go back."

The girls had changed into their new looks, knee length skirts and button up sleeveless shirts. Once their hair and makeup were done and glamour's cast to hide scars, they pulled on stockings and short heeled shoes. "We are ready as we will ever be, Hermione." Once outside the tent, Ginny waved her wand and the tent enclosed itself and flew to Hermione's beaded bag, along with the rest of the luggage they had transfigured to look like suit cases from the forties. Pansy dropped the wards with a wave of her hand.

"Remember, we have been traveling the muggle way until we reached Hogsmeade. Ginny, watch your mouth. Women in this time, especially purebloods, are eloquent and do not swear." The redhead rolled her eyes at Hermione.

Smiling at the other women, Pansy straightened her traveling cloak, "It will be nice to not have to rely only on wandless magic. It takes so much effort." Glancing at Hermione and Luna, who never had a problem with wandless, "well for most of us."

Shrinking their bags and packing them into their pockets, they linked hands and in unison spoke the words that had plagued their minds since the night before. "Cordis Tempus Sumendum!"