The Mission

I stared blankly at the bag I had packed, unpacked, and repacked for the last six months. It was finally time for me to leave my life here. A whole new world. For the sake of this one. Me being the sacrificial lamb.

I felt two pairs of strong arms wrap around my waist from behind. I didn't acknowledge them, already knowing who they belonged to.

"It's going to be okay 'Mione", Harry whispered into her hair. "You're a strong woman, and I know you can do this for the world." He stroked her hair.

That's when she broke down, melting into Harry's embrace; sobs filling the now emptied attic room.

"I-I don't know if I can do th-this. I'm not nearly as strong as you, what if he sees through my lies, what if I l-let everyb-body down?" She wept even harder, turning in his arms and burrowing her tear stained face into his hard chest.

He lifted her chin and made her raise her large chocolate brown orbs towards him. The eyes he had silently fell in love with when Ginny had left him for Blaise Zabini. Hermione had been the one to comfort him those days when he would come home blind drunk, smelling like muggle drugs, angry that Ginevra had not been able to see his dedication for her, leaving him for someone with a larger bank account. Hermione had been the one to help him realize he didn't need girls like Ginny Weasley around him. And now she was being brutally ripped from him. Never to see the women he loved again.

The pain in his chest rippled through him as a burning heat. He just wanted to throw her over his shoulder and leave this shit filled planet they called home.

"You're more than capable of doing this Mione. If you hadn't been the Order never would have agreed to letting you be the one to do it." He pulled her even closer to his chest, hugging her tightly, while her sobs subsided.

"You, Hermione Granger are a remarkable, beautiful, absolutely bloody brilliant woman. I'm extremely honored to have even known you, let alone be called your friend. I love you Mione. And Ron, and your parents, and Dumbledore would be proud." Her rubbed her back, and kissed her forehead, before releasing her and grabbing her hands between them.

She beamed up at him through her watering eyes and wrapped her arms around his waist and kissing the base of his neck since that was all she could reach at her short height. His heart fluttered a little bit at the feeling of her plump lips on his skin.

"I love you to Harry. You're the greatest friend a girl could have. I'll remember you for the rest of my life." She released him and turned to wipe her eyes.

"Well I guess it's time to start to start the process." She said quietly.

I'm Hermione Granger and I'm on a mission to save the world.

xXx

In the meeting room, we all sat around waiting for Remus's directions on how to start the process. We had already discussed my protocol of how to act during the mission; the usual don't give away your goal speech.

What I was really anxious to start was my transformation. In order for my plan to work, my target could not be able to recognize me in the future, or the present or whatever you wanted to call this time. This required me to change my major physical features. The change would be permanent, a spell Professor Dumbledore had created for this specific mission before Snape had killed him.

Molly Weasley was slumped over in her seat sobbing quiet loudly while her husband. Arthur held her. "Oh, Hermione, Why do you h-have to le-leave s-so s-soon? I-I couldn't b-bare t-to loose anoth-nother child! After Fr-Fred, and Per-Percy, and Ginny running off with that horrible, disgusting, twit right after Ronald's dea-" she couldn't finish her sentence before she burst into tears again with a renewed vigor.

Hermione hated seeing Molly in pain. Even Tonks and McGonagall were shedding tears albeit silently. It was a warming feeling to know that you would be missed.

Before she could finish that thought Remus interrupted with a forlorn look.

"Hermione, it's time to start the transformation. The thunderstorm is about to begin and we need to get you there before it ends"

Tonks, Minerva, and Molly got up to follow me into the side bedroom, while everyone else sat in a destitute silence.

"Okay dear, let's get you started. Start with the hair." Molly said warily. I calmly started to strip nude, while Minerva conjured up tissues for everyone again.

"Hermione, are you ready?" Tonks asked quietly.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I sighed.

Minerva nodded and pointed her wand at me.

"Τρίχα από όνυχα." she chanted.

My scalp began to tingle as I felt a slight pulling sensation from the roots of my head. My hair got heavier and longer, darkening to an onyx color. It continued to grow until it became waist length, and

fell in waves, instead of the frizzy mid back mass of light brown that I'd been accustomed to for the last 18 years.

Minerva waited, then checked that all my areas where hair grew were black. ALL areas. That of course caused the blush to start back up.

"Well, looks sufficient enough, lets continue with the eyes." She pointed her wand towards my face, while I closed my eyes and waited with baited breath.

"Σφαίρες του Λευκού τυρκουάζ." Her voice starting to waver with the strength of the spells.

My eyes started to burn uncomfortably, and I almost started to scratch at my eyes when a splash of what felt like cold water hit my eyelids, which had been starting to feel like they were being roasted on the stake.

I opened my eyes cautiously. Not sure what was about to happen. But when I did, I just heard a collective gasp from Molly, and Tonks, while McGonagall looked at me with an approving nod.

"Oh, Hermione! Your eyes are so pretty; I mean not that they weren't before but such an oceanic blue they are now." Tonks gushed. I could feel myself blushing. Something I hadn't done in a very long time during theses hard years in hiding.

"Hermione, you look absolutely lovely!" Molly sobbed, starting to weep again. I wanted to rush forward and hug her, but I knew we had little time before I had to leave.

"Yes, Ms. Granger, you look very pretty. But we have to continue before the storm ends, we only have an hour left you know." Minerva said sternly, her thin lips starting to tremble. She took a deep breath, and pointed her wand at me again. "Ready, good, okay."

"Σάρκα δίκαιη ελεφαντόδοντο." She said with a gasp. Her face twisting in slight pain.

I fell screaming as my skin felt as though thousand of knives were stabbing me in all directions. Sounds like wounded animals escaped my lips, and when the pain finally subsided I started to sob, breathing in large gasps.

When I looked down at my hands, I gasped in shock. My once tan skin was a pale lily white.

I stood up slowly, looking at my hands and legs. I was so pale, in a strange sort of way it was kind of beautiful.

This time the collective gasp came from everyone in the room.

"We-we need to get your tattoo, and voice finished, and then shower, and clothe you so chop-chop." Minerva said in a dumb struck voice.

"Professor," I inquired quietly, "Can I do the tattoo?"

"Of course my dear, if you want to."

I took my wand from the bedside table, and traced it on my hip, before I muttered the ink penetration spell and traced, 'Αυτή πετά απαλλαγμένη από την ελπίδα', horizontally, in a vertical line down my side and across my hip. It meant 'She flies free from hope."

"It looks great Hermione, bugger I'm gonna miss ya." Tonks said sadly.

"Enough of that sad talk," McGonagall said sharply, "we have work to do, and not a lot of time left."

"Minerva's right, Hermione dear, your dress is in the bathroom hanging on the door." Molly said quickly.

I nodded, and closed the bathroom door. I didn't turn around to afraid to look at my reflection in the mirror. Did I look completely different? Was I still the same Hermione?

I rotated slowly and sharply drew in my breath.

The girl looking at me in the mirror was stunning, pale skin, wide blue eyes, and shockingly jet black hair falling in waves down her back. But yet I could still tell it was me, same plump naturally flushed red colored lips, small button nose, and high cheekbones I had gotten from my mother. Turning to look at the tattoo, I was pleased to see that it turned out the way I had wanted it to. Putting on the slightly revealing lace lingerie on, I grabbed the white dress hanging on the side of the door, and slipped it over my head.

Strapping on the black, ankle strap closed toe heels, and securing the buttons on the blouse of the top, though they did tug slightly over my ample bust.

I looked good, I mused silently, applying the red gloss on my lips. I had a lifetime supply of glosses that had been shrunken in my bag; lip gloss hadn't been invented in the 1940's yet. I outlined my eyes with kohl, and coated my lashes in black mascara.

I opened to door cautiously, and cleared my throat.

"Hermione, I'm going to miss you so much!" Molly said rushing towards me and gathering me in her arms, I wrapped my hands securely around her and tried not to cry as she wept in my arms.

"I'll miss you too Mrs. Weasley, I'll never forget you. Any of you." I said calmly, trying not to choke up.

"Well, let's get you on the way." Minerva said in a thick voice.

Tonks grabbed my hand, and we walked out of the bathroom into the anxious meeting room.

xXx

HPOV

The door opened again about 20 minutes later, and in came Hermione looking like, holy mother of shite. She looked fucking ethereal. Long inky waves fell down her back, and her eyes were big and blue like the sky. I wanted to bend her over and take her on the table, and I could feel my member starting to agree with my mind.

She came to sit beside me and took my hand. Smiling at me with apprehension, "Do I look okay?" She inquired quietly.

"You look positively stunning." I said gently, not to mention absolutely fuckable.

She beamed at me again, and all I could see was her plump red lips and that pale skin flushing under me. Goddamn this was unfair.

"Okay Hermione, we've got to send you back in the next five minutes. Let's get you to the spot." Remus said interrupting his train of thought.

We all gave Hermione hugs, and I held her tightly while she grabbed her bags. I could see her starting to tear up.

"Bye everyone, I'll miss you." She said.

Remus turned to Time Turner and hit the button, and in a flash of blinding light I watched to woman I fell in love with leave to go save the world.

I feel to the ground when the blackness fell around me.