Changes Can Be Made

Summary: The Golden Trio have just apparated from the Malfoy Manor where they landed at an Order safe house; but on the beach Dobby, their beloved house elf, died in Harry's arms… Hermione knew that she could change the hurt that had been conflicted on all of them. The time-turner... What awaits her? Love in the past or Pain of never returning to the future?

Disclaimer: I do not own HP…. I WISH I DID!

PROLOGUE

We made it, Hermione thought as she laid there on the sandy shore, Wait… RON? HARRY? Where are they?!

She slowly searched the area around her until she found Ron making his way towards her. Something was wrong… She could feel it.

"Hermione, are you alright?" Ron asked her gently, she nodded her head slowly.

"Hermione!"

She looked towards the voice, Harry… oh god!

Harry was fine except from a couple of scratches but he wasn't the one she was focussed on. Dobby was bleeding badly in the abdominal area. His life was almost at an end, even she could see it.

"Hermione! You have something don't you! In your bag! Help me!" he pleaded, hope blazing in his eyes as he looked to her for help. She had nothing that could help that wound in her bag. She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes as she saw Harry's blazing hope diminish into tearful despair.

It was clear… their beloved Dobby wouldn't make it. Tears were streaming down Harry's face as he begged Dobby to hold on. Dobby smiled sadly at him and told him that he was happy Harry was safe and that he's happy he got to be with his friends and then… just like that… Dobby passed away in Harry's arm. Harry looked up to all of them holding Dobby tightly. At that moment, the pain of loss and misery shone strongly in Harry's eyes. It was heart breaking just to look into them.

"I want to bury him… properly… No magic."

Nobody knew what to say, all they could do is nod sadly and gather a blanket, shovel and a cross. Once Dobby was buried they all made their way to the safe house. Nobody spoke, for all were mourning Dobby. Hermione could see the heartache in everyone's eyes.

Ouch… She felt a sudden sting on her arm. She looked down to see the word 'Mudblood' still seeping with blood. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes at the memory of the Malfoy manor.

"Mione are you ok?" Ron followed her line of sight and saw the wound on her arm. Poor 'Mione…

"Come on, I'll treat your arm," Ron said guiding her to the nearest bathroom. She sat on the edge of the tub as Ron cleaned and bandaged her arm.

As Ron treated her arm, Hermione was lost in her own painful train of thoughts. This war has already caused enough pain and loss for us all… If this continues, more wizards and witches will be tortured and killed… and if we cannot stop Voldemort… Everyone including Muggles will be put in more pain and danger than ever before… If only we could change this…

Hermione suddenly looked to Ron, "Thanks Ron," she said giving him a brief small smile. She got up from the tub edge and walked towards the door. At the doorway she turned to Ron and gave him a gentle sad smile, "There's something I need to do Ron… Alone… but I want you to know that I love both you and Harry very much… Please tell him that..."

She turned to face the hallway leading to her room, "Thanks for everything Ron and be strong…" She walked to her room and locked the door behind her. She searched about her bag and cried even harder when she pulled her hand from her bag. There in her hand she held her third year gift... the time-turner.