Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except the plot.
A.N.- DH is included, except Voldemort fled when Harry returned to life and the war dragged on for another month or two. Voldemort was left powerless by a curse, Dumbledore's, and escaped by Side-Along Apparation with Bellatrix Lestrange. When Hermione goes back in time, a false past, including memories of her before her expulsion out of the Room of Reqirement, are created, to help her on her mission.
Chapter 1: Outrage
Hermione's P.O.V.
After years of fighting, Voldemort was finally defeated. Everything was all right, or so I thought, until Dumbledore summoned me to his office.
"Miss Granger," said the old man with twinkling blue eyes," There is a problem. Before Voldemort died, he placed a curse, a very powerful curse on the entire Wizarding World. He cursed the women and the men with infertility."
"But Voldemort was defeated years ago, why is this only coming out now?"
"I assume Mrs. Potter has told you about all her failed attempts to become pregnant, something both she and Harry desire very much." When I nodded, he continued.
"Wait, are you telling me that no children of Wizarding stock have been born in the past five years?" I was shocked, but now that I thought about it, I hadn't seen many pregnant women wandering around St. Mungo's. I was the Director of the Wizarding hospital, so it wouldn't be difficult for me to find out exactly how many women had gone to St. Mungo's to see a doctor about their pregnancies. "Professor, let me root around a little. To see if what you are telling me is true. It's not that I don't believe you, but it does seem odd…"
"Miss Granger, I understand your doubts entirely. When you have sufficiently researched this, please come and speak to me about the results." The Headmaster's eyes were twinkling far too much for it to bode well.
As always, I flooed to my office in St. Mungo's. I rushed over to my filing cabinets in a dignified manner. Then I rushed back to my desk to research the problem. Then, Malfoy walked in.
"Granger, where have you been? I've been standing here with your coffee for a couple of minutes. You were late, so don't blame me if it's cold." In a moment of insanity, I had hired the ferret. The old Draco Malfoy wouldn't ever have agreed to work as my personal assistant, but he didn't really have a choice. All of the underage Death Eaters were on probation for ten years under somebody who was trustable. I was lucky enough to have been assigned a smarter Slytherin who wasn't attracted to me. Poor Harry had too put up with Pansy Parkinson, until he caught her stalking him and managed to get a restraining order. The Weasley twins were burdened by Crabbe and Goyle. Even Dumbledore wasn't free from a sneaky Slytherin, Daphne Greengrass, who had expressed an interest in teaching Divination, was under his watch.
"You can drink it, Malfoy. I don't want it; now please leave my office. I am rather busy."
"Ooh, touchy," he said as walked out of the door. The ferret hadn't changed a bit.
I turned back to the files, and started perusing them, looking for the word pregnancy. None. Dumbledore was right. I walked outside of my office.
"Malfoy, I have to go to Hogwarts. Reschedule all of my meetings. If they are urgent, get Luna to handle it." I have complete faith in the Assistant Director of my hospital. Luna can handle just about anything I throw at her. She's no longer that loony girl blabbering about imaginary animals and the like. The Ravenclaw has become a pretty, sophisticated woman. Even Malfoy liked the changes; in fact, he had liked them so much that he had asked her out on several dates.
"Hermione, there's only one thing we can do to solve this problem," he looked solemn. I was instantly reminded of the war; the sparkle was gone. "This is a problem that we cannot solve today, or tomorrow, or even in a thousand years. The only way is to go back. To prevent it all from happening."
"Time travel," I breathed out. "I have to stop Tom Riddle from becoming the Dark Lord."
"Hermione, this is very dangerous…"
"Professor, I'm a Gryffindor. Dangerous is what I do best. When do I leave?"
"Now," he said before intoning a spell that I had read about in a book called "The Lasting Effects of Time Travel." I knew that I could never return without undoing all my work. He handed me a envelope before he finished.
I landed in the Room of Requirement. It looked just like Dumbledore's office in the future. Slowly I opened the letter.
"Ms. Granger,
Everything you need will be provided by this room. A modified birth certificate, as well as your grades. If there is anything else you need, just ask the room. Tell the room the truth about the situation, and Hogwarts will help."
I settled down in an armchair, and feeling slightly insane, began to tell my story to the room. When I finished, papers appeared. Two letters appeared on the desk in front of me. One was for the current Dumbledore, the other for Armando Dippet.
"I wish I had a copy of the Marauder's Map," I said. Almost instantaneously, a piece of parchment appeared. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." Voila, I now had a map of Hogwarts. I looked around for myself and checked that my name on the map matched that on my birth certificate, Mia Ragner. It did. Movement caught my eye. The devil himself was in the hallway outside.
Although, I shouldn't think of him like that because I'm supposed to convert him from the devil to something good. The Room, seemingly reading my thoughts on how best to change the future Dark Lord, threw me forcefully out of the room.
"Ow," I moaned. After all, the room didn't exactly launch me gently into the wall. I slipped into unconsciousness.
"Hello, I'm Tom Riddle," a voice said. The world was blurred, and everything was white. Except for the strange black blob next to my bed.
"Where am I?" I asked. I blinked. The world came into focus. I was in the Hospital Wing. Any decent soul would have brought me here, but I can't imagine Tom Riddle having a decent soul.
"The Hospital Wing. A better question is where you come from."
"I ... Where's Professor Dumbledore? I have to see him. I have a letter from my mother. She said it would help me somehow."
"You won't be going anywhere, Miss?" said a new voice. It was a voice used to being obeyed. I assumed it was the school's nurse. Riddle murmured a name under his breath.
"Ranger, Mia Ragner," I said brightly. I love meeting new people and making good first impressions. Of course, there are exceptions to every rule, and future dark lords are one of them.
"Ah, Miss Ragner, finally you've awoken," said Dumbledore. Somehow, he'd managed to sneak in. "Your mother sent me a letter?"
"Yes, it's…" I looked around anxiously for the letter.
"It's right here, Professor. It fell out of her pocket, so I put on the bedside table" interrupted Riddle.
Dumbledore opened the letter and quickly read over it. "I hadn't heard from my sister in a long time. How is she?"
His sister? He had another sister, I'd seen Ariana's grave stone myself. "She's doing very well, uncle." Dumbledore looked at me strangely for a moment, then returned to the letter.
"So, your mother, Amelia, decided to send you to Hogwarts for your final year of schooling did she? You should to well, if everything Amelia's said about you is true." Amelia Dumbledore sounded very familiar. Aberforth mentioned her while he was telling Ariana's tale. She was actually only Dumbledore's half-sister, the daughter of Percival Dumbledore and his second wife. Rita Skeeter must have assumed he died in Azkaban.
"It took me all summer to convince her it would be safe, after the Chamber of Secrets fiasco. Could you give this to Professor Dippet for me, uncle? I'd appreciate it, since I'm to stay in the Hospital Wing." The matron smiled; I was probably the first student who wanted to stay in the Hospital Wing.
"I'll take the letter to him, Professor," said Riddle. "I have a meeting with him and the Head Girl in 10 minutes." Dumbledore nodded his consent and handed Riddle the letter. "I'd best be going. I'll come by later to see how you are doing, Ragner." I was shocked, and Riddle noticed. "Don't look so surprised, it's part of being the Head Boy."
Tom's P.O.V.
I opened the letter. Mia Ragner is a mystery, and as a cunning Slytherin, it is my duty to know everything about everyone, for blackmailing purposes.
"Armando,
I'm writing because I want you to give Mia a place at Hogwarts. I've tried to teach her at home, but she asks too many questions, and they are too detailed for me to be able to answer well. Every day I teach her, I feel like I am endangering her by not being able to teach her how to control her abilities. I think it dangerous to put this information in a letter, as if it got out, Grindelwald would be highly interested in recruiting my little girl. Please ask my brother, Albus, to tell you.
Armando, while I write this, I hope you can forgive me for the mistake I made all those years ago, when I ignored you and started dating Grindelwald. Mia is actually his daughter. Please don't tell Albus. He thinks my muggle husband, Albert Ragner, is Mia's father. It doesn't really matter, because I'm planning on telling Albus in the letter I gave Mia for him.
I know that Grindelwald will come soon to my home, either to convert me and kill my husband or, if I refuse his offer, to kill us both. A Portkey transported Mia to your castle. She doesn't know this though, she thinks it was a protective charm placed on her locket which will transport her to her either Aberforth or Albus. I assume she thinks the charm decided that Albus was better suited to taking care of her. Although, she is right in a way. Her locket is the Portkey. It was triggered by Grindelwald coming with 100 yards of her. So, by the time you read this, I will probably be dead, as I will never join Grindelwald. Let no one say that Dumbledores do not learn from their mistakes.
There's just one last thing, Armando. I want Albus to adopt my daughter. She's destined for great things, and the name Ragner doesn't carry any sway in the Wizarding World. Please convince Albus that it is for the best.
Your Servant,
Amelia Ragner"
So, Ragner is the daughter of Dumbledore's sister and a Dark Lord. She would be the perfect Lady Voldemort.
"Claude Epistula," I muttered the spell for resealing letters under my breath. It would be a shame if Dippet came to the conclusion that his perfect Head Boy is actually a sneaky Slytherin.
I arrived at the Headmaster's office early, in order to give him the letter. As he read it, I carefully watched his facial features. As he reached the middle of the page, his mouth dropped. Towards the end, tears started dropping.
"Riddle, you're dismissed," he said. "Tell the former Head Girl that I will speak with her privately about her conduct as Head Girl so far and why she is being dismissed from this position in half an hour."
"Professor, if you don't mind me asking," I said, I could see him soften. "Why are you dismissing Trewlaney? And who will be replacing her?" Trewlaney was about as intelligent as a cloud. I wondered how she had become Head Girl in the first place. At times, I thought her mind had been replaced by vapor. She was only taking two classes, Divination and Charms. Whenever I asked her why, she said it was because she could foresee herself as a Seer or as the Divination teacher and Charms because Accio was very useful for summoning crystal balls.
"She's not quite competent, as I am sure you know," he said cruelly. "She shall be replaced by Miss Ragner. I've visited the Ragner household and have been amazed by her intelligence and proficiency at magic."
"Shall I tell her, sir?" I asked. "I promised I would return to the Hospital Wing after the meeting. She has no friends at Hogwarts, except for Dumbledore. I think that a familiar face will reassure and speed up the healing process."
"Madame Sospitas cannot heal her?" asked the Headmaster, clearly shocked.
"She says that Ragner's natural magic is refusing the help and she is subconsciously healing her. She doesn't seem to notice the sparks floating around her injuries," he said. "It's rather disconcerting to watch. But, as you said, her magical abilities are wondrous."
"Indeed, it must be because of her parentage," said Dippet, forgetting that I wasn't supposed to know her father's true identity.
"The Muggle?" I asked. Now if someone found out that I knew, I could always blame the Headmaster.
"What?" He seemed shocked. "I'm afraid I can't tell you. She herself doesn't know yet. Though, I expect that Dumbledore will inform her soon. If she wants you to know, she'll tell you herself."