Chapter 1: Fun w/ Dumbledore

Hermione banged the door, 'That bumbling idiot!' she thought viciously. The door finally gave way as Hermione was in the middle of kicking the door.

"Hermione?" a gravelly voice answered her, "what are you doing?"

"Dumbledore, what the HELL is happening?" she yelled, "There are death eaters surrounding the borders of Hogwarts as we speak!" Dumbledore looked at her calmly, and then sighed. The lines in his face were more pronounced, making him look more like a school master than a lemon drop addict. He then motioned for her to come inside. She rolled her eyes 'Fuck this mystery crap', but she came in nonetheless. The schoolmaster sat down and offered her a lemon drop, Hermione stood there passive, so he shrugged and popped one in his mouth. 'I hope you choke on it' she glared.

"Ms. Granger, the truth is, to be blunt, that I'm not god," He said, "I don't know everything, and I'm sorry for the things that I put you, Harry, and Mr. Weasley through," Hermione's glare softened. He went on, "and the only thing that I can think of in the present situation is to erase everything," The chocolate orbs widened, 'Time travel' she smiled with no warmth.

"Are you proposing for me to go back in time and kill off good ole' Tommy?" she asked. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled sadly.

"Yes," Hermione could've sworn that the moron's eyes watered.

The silence was long and painful and the only thing that broke it was her whisper, "So be it," Just then, the door flew off it's hinges, nearly crushing Hermione, if it wasn't for her cat-like reflexes.

"DUMBLEDORE!" Harry roared, then calmed… somewhat, "what the HELL is happening here?" He then saw Hermione and stood next to her. Before poor Dumbledore could speak, Ron stumbled in.

"Nice of you to join ," Annoyance laced in his voice, Dumbledore pointedly looked at the now slaughtered door, Ron turned into the incredible walking tomato and stood next to Harry. "That door was a heirloom, but, on to other matters, Hermione here, has just agreed to go back in time and murder Riddle," The two boy stared at Hermione as if she was stupid.

"You were going to leave us?" Harry asked sadly.

Mr. Shame danced around Hermione as she spoke, "It's not exactly leaving,"

Harry then took a step towards her, "Then what is it, suicide?" sarcasm and hurt entered his voice and he clenched his fist, "After all we've been through YOU WERE GOING TO LEAVE US!" Hermione did the only thing she could think of and hugged him. He stood rigid, then relaxed.

"Are you still mad?" she asked innocently. He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound, she stepped back and looked sincerely into his eyes. "I'm sorry, but I really wasn't going to leave without saying bye,"

The laughter in his eyes disappeared and he said slowly, "You aren't going anywhere without me,"

"And me," said Ron walking next to her and giving her a bear hug. Dumbledore cleared his throat, and Ron let go of Hermione.

"So, you three will be all?" just as the words exited his mouth, Fred, George, Draco, Lavender, Parvati, and Ginny entered the room.

"Dumbledore, what the HELL is going on?" they all asked in unison. Ah, déjà vu.

"I need a new door," Dumbledore muttered, then stood up, "Hermione, Ron, and Harry have agreed to travel back in time and bump off Mr. Riddle," He smiled then added, "I take it, that you all want to join?"

"Yes!" they all answered, only Draco faltered. "Umm… actually I only came here for a lemon drop, they were out in the kitchen, but what the hell, my father Is an ass, and my mother doesn't care anymore, what have I got to lose? Yes!" He cheered with his arm in the air, and soon others joined.

"Very well, I shall recite the spell which will take you to 1944, oh, and here, a letter to give to my younger self," He handed the letter to Harry. 'Did the old man plan this?' Hermione looked at Dumbledore, there was no way he could've wrote that long of a letter in 2 seconds, but no time to worry about that. She glanced at Harry, he was relaxed, and so was she. They were both surrounded by people they love, even Draco, and she smiled.

"Move into a circle," they obeyed, "I will now recite the spell, please don't do anything rash, and last but not least of all, good luck," He stood and waved his wand in an entrancing manner. "Sic stat decipio tempus," A light so bright surrounded the group, even Dumbledore squinted.

Then Hermione a slammed on a rather hard floor, her intestines doing the chicken dance, and the only thing she could remember was:

Fuck Luck.

A/N: Is it good? Yes, no, maybe so? R&R