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It wasn't fair.

Life hated her. It was plain and simple.

Ron was gone, Harry was gone, Ginny was gone, Dumbledore, Tonks, Remus, Sirius, Minerva, Neville, Luna... she was alone. Everyon e was gone and Hermione was alone. She had given up, after ten years of fighting for what was right, Hermione Jean Granger had given up and was ready to die.

She could still vividly remembered what it was like to be with them, could still see them laugh, feel them kiss her cheek, smell their boyish smell. 10 years of fighting and she would see them again. It sounded perfect, finally she would be free. The Death Eaters had won, the Ministry was non-existent and hope was lost.

All hope was lost.

BANG!

"No. Not now! This can't happen now. I'm going to be with the others! No." She thought hysterically. They had found her. "Well at least I'm dead anyway... They've got me."

The thuds of running feet echoed through the house, shouting could be heard outside, she was outnumbered, outgunned, surrounded... Dead. Hermione picked up her wand and turned to face the door, she wasn't going down without a last fight. Harry deserved that. Picking up her bag containing the marauder's map, the invisibility cloak, many a potion, pictures to remember the lost and a baby grow. A pink tiny baby grow.

She was going to take as many as she could down in her final stand. She wasn't afraid of death, had been expecting it for too long, but the bastards would get what was coming. It took 5 seconds for them to blast the door open with a loud "Reducto". And so the battle began.

Protegos, Avada Kedavras, Crucios, Diffindos, flew across the room. Too many spells and curses to count but Hermione stood unfazed. They fell one at a time, some dead, some unconscious as she attacked. She looked like a fallen angel, feral, majestic, deadly as she took down 30 Death Eaters. She, a child in comparison, took 30 fully trained men down and as she stood their breathing heavily realised something had changed. She was more powerful than 30 people combined? Maybe it was the adrenalin running through her veins. No that wasn't it.

And then it hit her. Or more like burnt her. Her chest was on fire and looking down saw her aged and beautiful time turner had been hit and the sands of time had broken free. Agony racked through her body, time was being absorbed into her very bloodstream and her vision blurred with tears, of distress and of happiness. She was going home to them! The pain was worth it to finally leave the place of no hope and be back with the joyous atmosphere of love.

"Home" Hermione whispered blissfully. The unimaginable ache increased and she lay down on the hard wooden flooring. She'd done what she wanted, she'd had her last hurrah, taken some or from the looks of it half of the Dark down. Content, she opened up her bag to look at the moving pictures. They all beamed out at her, there she was, hands wrapped around her boys. The Golden Trio.

Another picture and an adorable toddler with brown ringlets stared out at her; she was also there in the image, holding the child and visibly cooing to her. "Rose" she choked, "my Rose". She curled in on herself but not because of the pain, just because of the anger and self-loathing, her Rose was gone. Safe with Harry and Ron and Ginny and... And Hermione was alone. Dying all by herself in not only physically pain but emotional as well.

The pain was spreading, consuming her very essence and destroying her soul. Was she being erased from time itself? Was time killing her? Wouldn't it just hurry up! As the burning reached her toes Hermione decided she didn't want to die here. "Why not with the others?" and so she apparated to the graves. Leaning against a stone grave she traced the words with a blissful smile.

Harry James Potter

A light that shone out in even the most unforgiving darkness

May he rest in peace forever

"So brave Harry, how did you never give up? Will you forgive me for quitting Harry?"

The wind blew softly making her hair move but other than that she was still. The only noise came from her lips as whimpers broke free as her blood boiled inside her. And in the chilling cold Hermione Jean Granger lay her head upon the grave and closed her eyes giving into the darkness.

"Miss Granger... Miss Granger. Miss Granger" Someone was calling, their voice echoing distantly. She was tired, didn't they realise she was dead.

"Of course I do my dear"

Now that made her eyes flutter open. White. Shockingly pure and untainted white surrounded her for as far as the eye could see. And in the middle in his usual clothing regally stood Dumbledore, leisurely beckoning her forward.

"Professor? Am I in heaven? Where are the boys?" she called to him as she closed the vast distance between them.

"No my dear, you're not in heaven. Your... in limbo, not anywhere. You see, time doesn't know what to do with you. You have become part of time itself, and so have been given... a choice. "

"I don't... I don't understand Professor. What could possibly be my choice?"

"You are the smartest being since the founders, you can change everything, they could all live again Hermione, Harry and Ron would be alive"

"H-how?! How could I save them all? I'm dead!"

"No child, you're... an error that time is trying to sort out, if you make your decision quickly then time will have no alternative but to obey your choice"

"What do I have to do? I'll do anything!"

"So you chose to save them? To sacrifice yourself for them?"

"Sir? Sacrifice? I don't-"

"You chose to fight instead of see them again? If you chose this you will never see them, even your beloved Rose?"

"Professor? You aren't maki-"

"Such bravery, a true Gryffindor. There is hope yet. It was lovely seeing you Miss Granger"

"Professor! You haven't even told me what I have to do! You can't leave me! How do you know about Rose? She was after you died. Professor! Please!"

"Don't worry child, everything will work itself out, just you wait and see. I'll tell the boys you are well. Goodbye brave lioness, you will not be forgotten"

And with a starry twinkle in his eye Albus Dumbledore left her alone in the light, screaming for his return, begging for answers.

It wasn't fair.

The brightness was subsiding and colours started to blossom in every direction. "What's happening?" she thought as the colours changed to black and she was left alone in the dark, and with a sudden flash of light Hermione Granger was alive again.

But falling 40 feet and landing on a due covered grass by the Black Lake.