"HARRY!" I screamed tears running down my face as the flash of green light sped towards him. Suddenly a blur of red hair threw itself in front of my best friend.

I didn't realize what had happened until Harry screamed.

"RON!"

My heart stopped at the sound of my fiancés name. I ran up to the red haired heap on the ground. His face was blank and lifeless.

'This can't be real,' I thought. I grabbed Ron's stiff shoulders and shook them hard as I could. "Wake up!" I screamed, "Wake up! Ron, please wake up."

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably when I suddenly felt a chill run up my left arm. I glanced at my ring finger and noticed that the diamond on my engagement ring had turned black. It suddenly hit me that the love of my life was dead when I remembered his words as he had slipped it onto my finger not five hours ago.

"I charmed it," he had said to me, "so that if I were to die it will turn black."

"We won't need it," I had replied confidently.

"We don't know that," he'd said with a sudden sadness in his eyes. "Do me a favor… if I do die keep the ring to remember me by but don't give up love. Can you do that for me?"

I'd nodded my head solemnly. He had grabbed my chin and kissed me chastely. That kiss had been our last.

When we had finally pulled away I smirked and asked him, "So… Who really charmed it for you."

He had simply rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"NO!" I screamed when I pulled myself out of my memories.

There was suddenly a hand on my shoulder pulling me up. It turned me around, and I looked into the face of my best friend.

"Run," Harry said, "I want you out of here. I don't want to lose you too. Take Ron's body. Now go!"

I numbly fell to my knees, grabbed Ron's cold hand, and apparated myself right outside the gates of Hogwarts. I quickly opened the gate and levitated Ron's body to the school behind me. I dropped him right outside the door and ran to where I could apparate myself back to the battle that was raging on without me in Godric's Hollow.

When I got there my eyes immediately sought out Harry and what I saw scared me. He was locked in battle with Voldemort himself.

"HARRY!" I screamed for the second time that night. Harry visibly stiffened when he heard my voice. He shouted a spell that I couldn't quite catch and then…well I don't quite know what happened the light was too bright I just couldn't see… but the next thing I saw was Harry and Voldemort on the ground. They were dead, both of them, I'm not sure how I knew, but I did. The prophecy had been right, "Neither could live while the other survived," and so they had both died. We had destroyed all those horcruxes only to go to battle where only one of us came out alive.

"HARRY!" I screamed.

"Harry!" I shouted as I bolted upright in my dorm bed. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock to see that it was only three in the morning. I groaned and fell back onto my pillow it had been a month since the battle, but the memory still visited me during the night.

I felt around my neck for the chain that held my, no Ron's, ring. I found it and pulled the ring up into my line of vision, a tear silently slid down my face and fell onto the bed sheets.

It was the same routine everyday: wake up screaming, look at the ring, silently get dressed, silently go to meals and classes, and than silently study. I hadn't said a word to anyone since that night, I'd basically stopped eating, and the only productive thing I did was study. Studying was the only thing that could get my mind off of that night.

I know this isn't what Harry and Ron would've wanted, but the truth is, without them I don't know who I am.

I sighed and got out of my bed to get ready for the day.

After I had showered and changed, I heard a taping sound. I turned to see a large brown owl taping the window with its beak.

I opened the window and let it in. It perched itself on my bed post and stuck out its leg for me to take the attached note.

I silently grabbed the letter and stroked the owl's feathers.

I immediately recognized the headmaster's loopy handwriting. The note only had five words on it. Come to my office immediately.

"Come in." I heard a muffled voice from the other side of the large wooden door.

I nervously opened the door and stepped into the headmaster's office.

"Miss Granger," Professor Dumbledore said, "please sit down."

I sat in the offered chair and looked at Dumbledore wondering why he had needed to see me.

"Lemon drop?"

I simply shook my head in reply.

"I assume you're wondering why I needed to talk to you?" I nodded. "Well I wanted to ask you a question." I gestured with my hand for him to continue. "Miss Granger, to what extents would you go in order to change what has happened?"

My eyes widened. "I'd give up my bloody life," I said, my voice croaking from disuse.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he continued, "Good. You will have the day to pack. After dinner meet me here with your trunk. I suggest you only pack what is important to you and some clothing."

"Will do sir." I said my heart filling with hope, hope that I might be able to see Ron and Harry again.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. By lunch I was packed. By dinner I was nearly bouncing off walls in anticipation, people were looking at me strangely; I was even actively participating in conversations for the first time since it happened.

When dinner was done I basically ran back to Dumbledore's office.

"Miss Granger," Professor Dumbledore began, "To clear up any lose ends in our earlier conversation. Would you indeed do anything to stop what has happened even if it meant living on but never seeing your family again?"

"Harry and Ron were my only family, when Voldemort started to get more aggressive I took my parents memories, used a glamour to appear eighteen, and rented an apartment near King's Cross Station. I have nothing to lose if I don't see them again."

"I see," Dumbledore said, "then are you ready to leave?"

I nodded my head adamantly.

"Well than grab my arm."

I was hesitant at first but complied. I suddenly felt as if I were being squeezed through a narrow tube.

When the rushing sensation stopped I looked curiously at Professor Dumbledore and asked, "Sir, I thought people couldn't apparate in or out of Hogwarts?"

"They can't," he said simply, "but being the headmaster has its quirks."

'Quirks?' I thought but didn't say anything.

It was at this moment when I finally decided to look around. We were standing in front of a small, old house that looked like it had once been a comfortable place to live, the lawn looked as if it had once been a lush green with a small garden that must have been beautiful during some point in time.

"Where are we?" I asked utterly confused as to why we were there.

"All in good time, my dear," he said then grabbed a few envelopes out of his pocket. "In a few minutes I will no longer be standing with you, at which time you need to open this and follow the instructions concealed inside."

I took the envelope he had offered to me, he then handed me the other two envelopes and continued to talk, "the letter will tell you who to give these too. Are you ready?"

I nodded slightly and prepared myself for what ever was to come.

Dumbledore lifted his wand and pointed it in my direction. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion just as he mumbled something and jerked his wand in what seemed to be the shape of a star.

Everything turned white and I felt as if I were falling off a cliff. The sensation caused me to grip my trunk tighter, I subconsciously grabbed the engagement ring that was still hanging on a chain from my neck.

When the sensation stopped I stumbled a little before composing myself. I noticed that the sun was barely visible in the east.

'That can't be right', I thought, 'the sun hasn't even set yet how can it be rising?'

"Sir," I began before realizing that Dumbledore was nowhere to be seen.

I quickly grabbed the letter that Dumbledore had given to me and opened it.

Hermione,

You may or may not have noticed by now, but you are no longer in the same time as when you left. In fact you are exactly twenty years, five months, and seventeen days into the past.

My heart jumped to my throat. Twenty years! This cannot be possible. But when I looked around I noticed that the house was newer and less shabby, the grass was a wonderful shade of emerald green, and the garden that had formerly been occupied by weeds now was filled with flowers of every color and size.

I read the rest of the letter quickly.

Here you are to go by the name Emma.

Now that you know who and where you are I ask you to go up to the house. Knock on the door and give the thinner envelope to the woman who answers the door. After this is done owl the thicker letter to my younger self.

-Albus Percivle Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Still confused as to why Dumbledore had sent me here I quickly walked up to the door. I knocked on the door and waited. I heard a bit of shuffling and then a small woman with thick graying brown hair pulled up into bun answered the door; she also had beautiful amber eyes that reminded me of someone but I couldn't quite remember whom.

"Can I help you?" she said with a motherly voice that sounded like honey.

I cleared my throat, "Um… well… here it's from Dumbledore," I said and handed her the thinner letter.

She opened it and quickly read over it. Her eyes suddenly filled with sympathy and she looked up at me.

"You poor dear!" she said, "Of course you can live with us! Come in, come in"

I was shocked for a moment but then felt relieved that Dumbledore had given me a place to live.

"Thank you ma'am," I said as I seated myself on a comfortable sofa, "Thank you so much."

"Oh none of that ma'am stuff. You can call me mom or Elizabeth."

I smiled at her words, "Thanks…mom."

She smiled, "Do you want some tea dear, I want to get to know my new daughter."

I grinned wider and nodded my head enthusiastically.

"Remus? Could you please prepare some tea and join us in here?"

My smile faltered, 'Remus?' I thought. Then it hit me just where I'd seen those amber eyes before.

"Remus?" I voiced with false curiosity in my voice.

Mom smiled, "Your new brother."

I smiled at the prospect of having a brother. I was a single child but Harry was every bit a brother to me as any real brother would have been, and now I had a real brother.

A few minutes later a teenage boy who looked to be a few months younger than me, so barely seventeen, walked in carrying a tray with a teapot and three cups filled with steaming tea. He had sandy blond hair that was a little shaggy, mirth filled amber eyes, and a tall slightly muscular stature. He placed the tray on the coffee table.

I stood up offered my hand to him and said, "Hi, I'm Emma, your new sister."

He looked up, smiled, wiped his hands on his pants, then took my offered hand, "Hello, I'm Remus, and, I'm guessing, your new brother."

I giggled than sat down.

"So now that we all know each other," mom said, "let's get to know Emma, here."

I discreetly rolled my eyes in amusement.

"So do you have any friends from your old school in America?"

"Well I did," I said glad that she had told me something from my new past, "but Harry died, as did my fiancé Ron."

"You're engaged?!" Remus exclaimed.

"I was," I said choking back the tears that were threatening to spill over.

Remus noticed and quickly hugged me.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."

I laughed sadly into his shoulder, and he pulled away.

"It's okay," I said, "It happens all the time. You see, we weren't even engaged for an entire day, but we loved each other. I saw him die. We were fighting off some… dark… wizards and our best friend Harry was a big target. So when the killing curse was thrown at Harry, Ron jumped in front of him. That was five hours after I said yes."

I reached into my shirt and grabbed the ring. And showed them.

"Why is the diamond black?" my new mother pondered aloud.

"Well we new that the battle was coming so he charmed it to turn black if he were to die."

"Oh!" she said, "well then let's talk about something happier."

"Okay," I said, "I'm slightly confused, Dumbledore didn't explain this to me. Am I a Lupin, or am I just here till I get back on my feet?"

"What ever you want dearie," mom said, "is fine with us."

"Okay," I said, "I guess my name is Emma Lupin."

Mom and Remus smiled.