**Authors Note—Harry Potter is not mine, I just like to play around with the characters as I see fit.

*Recently I have been having battles with myself and how the war ended. I have been re-reading the books and I found myself skipping the parts I didn't agree with. So I am here to rewrite the story as I see fit. Be ready for a wild ride. The story may change to a mature rating. I am not yet sure. Enjoy!

Also I will be double posting this fanfic to my Wattpad account. I will not tolerate any stealing of ideas, but I do love questions and responses. Have a lovely day!

-Memories-Consume

July 20th 1999

My name is Hermione Granger and I am rewriting history. How? You ask, well simple really all I need to do is get ahold of my old time-turner and recite a simple spell. It will change how the sand works and send me back years, or even decades versus just minutes or hours at a time. Why? Well that is a little more complicated, I feel that the war did not end as it was meant too. I have been having these reoccurring dreams of the past, and I think I am meant to change everything. Make sure that those who died live, and that our not so happy ending becomes a great one. Hermione Granger will be testing fate, and changing the world. The only downside is that once I leave Hermione Granger will be no more, the minute I go back the Hermione Granger will never be put on the list for Hogwarts and I will never return to the time now. I am okay with this though because I know that the world will be better off. Harry will be better off, and so many lives will be changed. Of course in order to ensure my placement in the new time I am having to alter records and make it seem as if I was always a part of that time. I will be the daughter of Marius and Anna Black. Marius was a squib and disowned by the Black Family when he was only a child. He passed away when the Marauders were in 6th grade. He is Dorea Potter nee Black's brother. This will give me a way into the Wizarding world, and put me right where I need to be with the Order. Mr. and Mrs. Potter would never allow family to be without family, even if they never met their niece. All I need now is a little more time to finish all I have to do.

July 25th 1999

Everything is almost prepared, my possessions that can go with me are packed, clothes that I will need to blend in are bought, and no one suspects a thing. I just have to be sure that there will be no trace of me left, make sure that the slate is clean and no one will know what I have gone to do. I can't afford any issues. Of course I have said my goodbye's in my own way. Making sure to spend time with my friends and being sure that everyone will be okay. This is for the best though. Right? So many lives were lost and I have the chance to change it all. I will make sure that there is no second Wizarding War. I am going back to a time before the prophecy and before our lives can be messed up. When I go to Hogwarts I will be visiting the Chamber again to be sure that I have a way to destroy Horcruxes, as I am not sure I will be able to get to the Sword of Gryffindor. All I have to do now I brew a potion to take away the last few years from my body, sort of like a de-aging potion. I have to make myself look the right age, if not then I won't be able to be where I am needed. So much planning has gone into this, and it has to go off without a hitch. Looks like a trip to Hogwarts is all that is left.

July 28th 1999

I figured going from Hogwarts to the past would be my best bet. I can say my "father" sent me when he heard the Deatheater's coming to town. It was too late for him, but no one knew of me as I had been tutored by a French wizard in magic. Someone who would not know who my "father" was. Headmaster McGonagall is expecting me any moment now. I am meeting with her about getting the timeturner, then I will be gone. Forever.

Reaching over Hermione placed her journal into her beaded bag, and quickly scanned the contents to be sure everything was where it needed to be. Having a lot of experience in packing this bag she was able to quickly see that all was well. The crackling of the fireplace was calming as she looked around her small flat. Any memories of the soon to be previous occupant had been removed and placed in the bottom of her beaded bag as she was not quite ready to say good bye to the memories. Turning towards the fire, and reaching to grab a handful of floo powder, she muttered her goodbye to an empty flat.

The whooshing of the fireplace could be heard in the quiet study. Headmistress McGonagall looked up to greet her guest and was surprised by the troubled look in the young woman's eyes.

"What is the matter Miss. Granger?" Headmistress McGonagall asked in a caring manner.

Hermione sobered up quickly, and realized if she wasn't careful she would not be able to fool anyone with what was really going on. The last thing she needed now was someone to pry and try to change her mind. She had to go through with this.

"Nothing ma'am, just tired is all. There is still so much to be done. As you quite understand I am sure." Hermione lied smoothly, allowing a smile to grace her face.

"Of course dear, what is it that I can do for you?"

Pausing to choose her words carefully Hermione told yet another to the Headmistress, glad for the first time that she would not be trying to get anything by Dumbledore. She was sure he would have known what she was planning months ago.

"I need my old time turner. We are running experiments, well I cannot tell you everything of course, but some adolescents a few years ago destroyed all of the other ones that the Ministry had. So of course the one you possess, is the last known time turner." A small smile playing on her lips.

"Well, that shouldn't be a problem. As you are the reason we even were able to acquire it, I am sure that you will take care of the time turner." Smiling at the young woman, she reached into her desk and pulled out the familiar piece. "I am sure you remember how to use it?" She questioned lightly, laughter playing in her eyes.

Memories of third year began to play in her head, her younger self taking too many subjects, saving her best friend's Godfather, and Buckbeak at that same time. Smiling mostly to herself she started fidgeting with the object that was now once again in her possession.

"Of course, how could I forget?"

Standing up, Hermione looked towards her favorite professor knowing she would soon see her again, only she would not remember her favorite pupil. "I will see you again soon I am sure?" sadness griping Hermione as she tried to hold back tears.

"Of course, Sunday Dinner at Molly's house." McGonagall replied quickly, wondering why the tone of conversation had suddenly seemed to get tense.

"Yes, of course. How silly of me." Smiling Hermione then turned and left the office, quickly making her way to the Chamber to get the last of the fangs from the Basilisk.

The Chamber had been as cold and damp and she had remembered. Briefly she pondered why no one had done anything with the decaying Basilisk, and the horrible room that lay beneath the castle. Shivering to herself as she realized that the Basilisk would still technically be alive in the time she would be returning to she decided to not think of such thoughts at the current moment in time. This could of course be dealt with at a later period. Readjusting her bag on her shoulder Hermione slowly began to make her way towards the Room of Requirement, which had been repaired thanks to Professor Flitwik and herself the year following the war. Upon reaching the stretch of hallway she needed she began pacing back and forth thinking of only a small place she could be safe in while she traveled back to 1977. When she opened her eyes a plain wooden door was waiting for her to enter. Checking her surroundings before entering she deemed is safe, and that no one would see her acting so suspiciously. Upon entering the room a cozy armchair was placed beside a small fireplace. Sitting down in the armchair she began pulling out the old tattered book that had the spell she needed in it. Quickly finding the page she needed she set it down on the table that appeared in front of her. Quickly reading over the lines of the text again she placed the time turner down and got out her wand.

When going back in time it is best that you know that you will not return to your present time. What you undo, cannot be put back how you remember but will change as is meant to be. You will only be able to perform the spell on any time turner once. If the spell is done correctly then the sand will change to a deep red, if the spell has already been performed on the time turner the sand will become green. This spell will only work if you have good intentions. When performing the spell you will speak the incantation Revertere, et tunc mutare. While you speak the incantation your wand movement will be similar to that of Wingardium Leviosa. A small swish and flick is all that is needed. The swish will take place after you say Revertere, and the flick should be performed when you say mutare.

Hermione looked up from the text and twirled her wand around her fingers. Quickly scanning the page one more time just to be sure she did not miss anything. Several moments passed before Hermione steeled herself to perform the incantation on the time turner. Saying a silent prayer to whoever would listen she looked down at the object in which everything depended on.

"Revertere, et tunc mutare." Hermione said confidently while doing the wand movements needed.

As she finished, she could see the sand begin to swirl around and slowly change from white to red. It was the most beautiful and breathtaking thing she had ever seen in her life. When the sand settled back down in the time turner she placed it around her neck and grabbed her beaded bag from the ground. Returning her book to her neat pile within the bag and holstering her wand on her thigh she took the light pink potion that would allow her to look younger than she really was. The bitter potion caused a warmth to spread throughout Hermione's body, and she could feel slight changes in her body. Nothing drastic it seemed. The room supplied a hand mirror as the warmth stopped and Hermione was looking upon a not so aged face, the only thing that stood out now was the way you could see her troubled soul in her eyes. Of course no one should think much of it with the life she would have led as Marius's daughter.

It was time. Standing up from the comfortable chair, she pulled the time turner up to eye level. Turning the dials twice each, she braced herself for the rushing feeling she would soon be experiencing. With a loud pop, Hermione Granger was gone.