Author note: It has been a while since I last written anything so I hope I am not too rusty. The other stories I have I suppose I am going to say are dead except for the She's the man one so. The others are up for grabs (I doubt anyone's going to want them though). If enough reviews are left I will try to keep this story alive. Please be nice I am just a poor fanfic writer.

Warning: Characters don't belong to me they belong to JK Rowling. Better find that back button if you aren't interested in reading any sort of fic that involves any sort of yuri or shoujo ai.

Utterly Brilliant ……

In the Wilderness of France

Date: May 2, 1999

Hands carefully cradled a gold goblet which glimmered in the light of the moon. The glade was deathly silent except for the gently breeze that ruffled the grass and the leaves on the trees. The yellow flames of the candles flickered with each gentle sweep of the wind yet resiliently kept burning. Weary hazel eyes carefully examined the ritual circle. It had taken her a year of undisturbed study and careful calculations to perfect the ritual and she wanted everything to be perfect. There would be no second chance should the ritual fail. The carefully calculated coordinates and the day down to the last second for her desired destination were perfectly centered in the circle.

'Who would have thought that I would be performing a dark ritual' she mused her eyes twinkling in amusement. 'Ron and Harry must be laughing their head off where ever they are.' Hermione's eyes dulled at the reminder that her best mates had died only a year ago the very same day. Sure they the golden trio had triumphed yet it had come at a heavy price.

First it had been Ron his head ripped off by a cutting curse and then poor Ginny whose death was too gruesome to tell. Tears welled up in her eyes as she relived the deaths of her friends. If she could get the ritual to work she would be able to go back in time and save her best mates. With a violent shake of her head she threw off those thoughts and focused. With a quick glance above to make sure that all the planets were really aligned and actually in existence she commenced the ritual.

With a careful tip the dark liquid in the goblet to spill out and onto the lines she had drawn in the grass. Magically the liquid followed the line and traced out the rest of the ritual lines before flaring to life with a red glare of light. A thin grim smile slipped across her face as she flung the goblet aside and stepped into the circle slipping a knife out of her belt.

'This will work. I will make this work.' She grit her teeth as she sliced her palm open. A drop of blood lazily rolled down her hand and landed in the center of the circle. For a second all was still and then an eye blinding flash of light with nauseating tug and then darkness. With that the most brilliant witch that the magical world had ever seen since Rowena Ravenclaw disappeared without a trace except for the discarded goblet lying discarded in the lush grass.

Wizarding Community Paris, France

Time: 17:05

Date: May 2, 1998

With a jolt she landed on her knees on the cool coble stone of the street knife clattering out of her grasp at the harsh landing. Hermione blinked trying to rid herself of her pixilated vision. As her vision became steadily better she could make out the ritual circle still around her pulsing in with a purple light. Carefully she stood up. With a glance around her, the witch made sure she was in the right location.

The same cobbled streets not yet painted in blood, and the same shops without the broken windows highlighted by bright hunger of fire that had lined the street the night of the last battle. She was definitely in the right location.

With a flick of her wrist her wand slid into her hand. All she had to do was dispel the circle and she would be follow her plan and save all her friends.

'finite in-' Suddenly there was a scream and then a red bolt of energy sizzled past her face and impacted with the brick wall behind her blasting her forward. She grit her teeth as she crashed into the ground and then hurriedly checked that she was still within the ritual circle.

'that was close' mentally she sighed in relief while on the outside she tried to get a grasp of the situation. Her eyes were drawn to the source of the scream. To the witch's horror she had accidentally gained herself a front row seat of what would be Fleur Delacour's last moments in the mortal realm. The death eater raised his wand a cruel spell forming at the tip of his tongue. Hermione's brain rushed into over drive, and a spell slipped out of her mouth and her wand mechanically followed with the necessary movements.

"FLIPENDO!" The death eater jerked in surprise and then was flung into a metal pole which was wrenched up from the ground and the death eater crashed through the brick wall and then with loud clang had impacted with the wall the metal vault within the building

'well that was really way too over powered'. Taking in a deep breath she tried to collect herself. 'I'm forgetting something aren't I' she questioned herself as she felt the annoying sensation at the back of her mind. The once purple light flashed into a dark red.

"oh goody." Hermione deadpanned. Yup the most brilliant witch that the magical world had ever seen since Rowena Ravenclaw had forgotten in the heat of the moment that if a spell with lots of magic in it was used while the time ritual circle was still activated. The time ritual would perform the spell it was designed to do but send the user to a random location and time, and unfortunately for the clever witch there is no way to stop it.

Hermione crossed her legs propped her elbow up on her knee and plopped her head on top of her hand.

'Well there is nothing I can do now' she thought as she stared amusedly at the hole in the wall that she had caused with the spell. 'too bad the death eater didn't punch through that metal vault too cause that would have been awesome.' The circle hummed and Hermione could feel the spell readying to send her somewhere. Just as she was beginning to fade from that time she found confused icy blue eyes staring into hers. Hermione's mouth curled up into a grin at the thought of phlegm being so confused at seeing her like this. Then darkness.

Somewhere

With a jolt Hermione landed comfortably on her but, knees still crossed, her elbow still propped up on her knee, her head still resting on her hand, and a grin still plastered on her face. Hoping to not have replay of what happened a second ago. She scooped up her wand and dispelled the ritual circle. The purple light from the circle faded and the little flames of the candles winked out. With that Hermione Granger was left stranded in some time with only an open cut on her palm and a bloodied knife as a reminder of the ritual spell she had just performed.

" Well….I messed that up."