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Warning: For my inspiration for this story to play out this WILL be a "Hermione goes back to the marauder era" type fic. I'm sorry if you are tired of seeing these but I ask that you give it a chance. I am going to set the rating at an M for safety's sake. While I don't know yet just how mature this fic will become I do know there will be violent scenes and later mentions of violence. I will try to warn at the beginning of chapters but in case I miss it here you go. There will also be adult language sprinkled through out.
Prologue
Hermione gasped for air but her lungs refused to take in the oxygen they needed. Her vision blurred. She felt like she was spinning. Somewhere in the very back recesses of her normally logical mind she realized she was having a panic attack. However, the shock of her recent revelation had shut that aforementioned brain down.
It was all wrong. 'How had it happened? I tried to be so careful. How had it gone so wrong? What have I done? What will we do now? Nothing will be the same. It's all my fault.' these thoughts slammed through her mind like stampeding elephants.
She tried vainly to focus on the blur of red in front of her. It seemed to be calling her name but her dizzy mind could focus on nothing but the mounting doom that was quickly raising up from her stomach and was already choking off her breathing. She was going to drown in the doom she was certain.
The breathing, or the lack there of, was becoming painful and her vision was getting darker. How odd that there seemed to be a comforting promise of nothingness in that darkness.
How had she let this happen? What had she done?
Unwilling to face the damage she knew she had caused, Hermione swallowed her gryffindor pride and took the coward's way out by embracing unconsciousness with open arms.