Hermione remembered that when she was little everyone ignored her. She was too smart for the other children and yet not smart enough to be considered more than a child to the adults that she knew. She remembered being alone.
Long ago the bushy haired brunette had learnt to isolate herself in the magic of the written word. Already curious enough to become intelligent, she developed her knowledge as she read, often finding comfort in the facts that she kept. Taunted and teased her for her aptitude and the strange things that happened whenever she was near, her books remained her only solace.
Until one day, one day she was introduced into a world of magic, where anything was possible if you had the brains and determination. Hermione thought she was free, and yet the magical world was as cruel and harsh as the muggle one. She had no friends, she had no hope, she was filth in a world of gold.
And then Harry and Ron saved her life, and she had friends and everything was bright and sunny and new. That was until she learnt about the upcoming war. Loyal to a fault she remained supporting her two foolish friends as together they completed many quests that forced them into adulthood prematurely. She had fought and had the scars and skills to prove it. The light had lost. She had lost. But she would not give up. Not until she had tried everything to make things right again.
Hermione quietly made her way through the stone corridors of Hogwarts castle. She was careful and precise as to where she walked to enable her to quickly hide if a death Eater happened by. She was slow in her movements as her body ached from the abuse it had taken during the battle. She had been sure to staunch all blood wanting to make sure she would leave no trail as she made her way through the halls. After spending so many years of her life within the walls of the school hermione had no trouble making her way to snapes office. Quietly closing the door behind her she weeved her way through scattered objects to find his personal stores.
Hermione had changed since being tortured by bellatrix, some thing in her had broken and a dam of magic flowed freely through her veins. She had purely instintual magic to tap into and this allowed her to quickly solve the complicated ruins and take down the wards protecting many of Severus's potions. Shuffling quickly through the polyjuices and felix felices she found the Per Vicis. She was going to settle this once and for all.
She gulped down five and a half tea spoons before smashing the vial against the wall. Closing her eyes she felt the magic hum through her body at a terrifying rate. Letting a hiss escape her lips as the world tilted around her she collapsed to the floor. Closing her eyes tight and creating half moon indents in her hands with her nails, hermione fought back the urge to scream. Finally when she felt her eyelids being ripped from their place did she let out a roar of pain. And then it was gone and things were still.
When she braved opening her eyes the adolescent saw a fat walrus of a man who was very much younger than when she had last seen him. Horace Slughorn. Hermione let out a sigh of satisfaction. She had arrived to her desired destination. The forties awaited her.