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A/N: Hello! So this is a story about three different direction's Hermione Granger's life could go in from one particular moment if Ron Weasley was killed in the Battle of Hogwarts, how much she'd sacrifice for him and what the consequences are. There will be a separate chapter for each direction and three parts to each direction, if that makes sense.
The prologue applies to all three directions, and happens more or less directly before the start of each one. Please review!
Prologue
Hermione was running as fast as she could. She had a bad feeling and wanted to find Ron. Just to make sure he was all right. She rounded the corner. The wall to her left was partly demolished and some of the stonework was continuing to crumble down onto the main walkway of the corridor and dust clouded in the air making it hard to see and breathe. Hermione saw Ron up ahead; his back was towards her and he was okay, but still duelling heavily with Bellatrix Lestrange. Hermione knew that Bellatrix Lestrange was probably a better dueller than he was, and he wasn't out of danger yet. She raised her wand to stun Bellatrix, but before she could do anything, Bellatrix sent a curse flying at Ron. He was too slow for her, and it hit him squarely in the chest, just above his heart.
Everything slowed right down. Hermione was totally dazed, because this could not be happening. It simply couldn't. Then Bellatrix turned her wand on Hermione and her mind went into overdrive directing her limbs in what to do. Her survival instinct was the only thing keeping her going, because everything else in me was in absolute shock.
"Stupefy!" Hermione screamed, but the sound didn't even seem to be coming from her. Bellatrix was knocked off her feet by the spell and Hermione rushed straight to Ron, tears streaming down her face.
"Ron?" She asked, hoping and wishing that he would, somehow, miraculously reply. There was no response, he didn't move. Hermione held his head on her lap and her tears splashed down onto his face. In some small part of her brain which wasn't grieving, something triggered a memory of the Time Turner she was given in her third year. Hermione knew full well that Time wasn't something to be meddled with, but this was different, and she was Hermione Granger, brightest witch of her age... or the stupidest - she would soon find out. Hermione thought she could pull it off, she could save Ron's life. All she had to do was go back and prevent Bellatrix from firing the curse which killed him. It would work. It would.
Hermione kissed Ron briefly but passionately. His lips were still warm. "I'll be back." She whispered getting up and running to the nearest staircase, practically flying down it, and straight out into the grounds below.