Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No Money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. I thank J.K. Rowling for allowing us young wanna be authors play in her beautiful park.
(AN: This is an idea for a story I had. I hope it works out well. I finally just made myself post this. I have had it for almost six months. Anyway I have the next three or four chapters all ready written, so they should be up soon. Enjoy! Review!)
Italics=Thoughts
It's over. Hermione thought as she tried to gain sleep before the sun went down. Sleep was a rare thing during a time of war, especially if you were on the losing side, but each second of sleep missed was another second lost that she could fight. Sleeping during the day was the least dangerous option. So every day she tried to find an abandon house to sleep in after putting up many wards. Some sleep is defiantly better than none, and Voldy's Death Munches were far less likely to attack during the day light hours.
We lost, and now everyone else is gone; Neville, Luna, all the Weasleys, Remus, Tonks, Sirius, Kingsly, Dumbledore, Harry, almost everyone in The Order of the Phoenix, and anyone who had ever opposed Voldemort. Everyone except me, but I'm sure to be next. I need to do something, anything. If only I could have stopped this war before it ever started. If only I could stop it before the first war against Voldemort. If only… Hermione quickly stopped herself. Life would only get worse if she dwelled on the "If only's".
At this point in the war it would be more than impossible for the light side, which were drastically losing numbers each day, to win. It is impossible for Voldemort to be defeated, impossible for anyone against him to live very long, impossible for anyone who is good to feel as if there was any hope. Hermione thought somberly. She shook her head to rid herself of the heartbreaking memories and thoughts, instead trying to think of happy thoughts, and good memories.
Think happy thoughts like Peter Pan, and maybe you will fly away. Books had always calmed her down, letting her escape into a world where there is not such a thing as Voldemort, or Death Eaters and their always was a happy ever after. Peter Pan, Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Alice in Wonderland, all of them full of magic, and goodness, where nothing was impossible if you just believed.
She was almost asleep when the voice of one of her late best friends, Ginny, rang clearly through her head. "The thing about growing up with Fred and George is that you sort of start thinking anything's possible if you've got enough nerve." Hermione barely had time to think over that when her old headmasters voice rang through her head. "What we need…is more time." The word time echoed around her head, over and over, until she realized what it meant. Why she remember those two sentences now, of all times.
Her brain was already racing over her already forming plan as she slowly drifted off to sleep. It may be impossible to do anything here to help the war, but maybe there was another way. Just maybe she could keep everything from happening. If she couldn't do anything now, maybe she could with just a little more time.
Tell me what you think please! By the way, I some times have trouble with switching between character views (1st, 2nd, etc..), so please tell me if I do so I can go back and fix it. I know this idea is a bit old, and has defiantly been done before, but I hope to give it a new twist. R&R!
***Aliz-N-Wonderland***