Hermione has one task - to stop the mistakes of the past from happening again. After traveling back from her time, Hermione is in what seems like a different world with the same war. Things were bad where she was from but the full terror seems unbearable now in this world. A world where Harry Potter hasn't been born yet - where there seems to be no hope - until she appeared!

I don't know if this story will stay Rated M I haven't decided yet. I do not own Harry Potter but I wish I did because I would be a multi-millionaire, but I do own this story line.

I sat with my back to the wall and surveyed my surroundings. Everything was the same with a few exceptions. The stools at the bar were in better condition and the tables weren't as rickety. The fire was roaring and was heating the entire room compared to how it usually was as cold as a winter freeze. Little things stood out like the clean silverware and cups that shined because of the obvious use of magic on them. Everything from the stone floors to the bay windows seemed to be relatively clean. I wonder what changed. I looked at my pocket watch to check the time again and became concerned.

Where is he? I didn't miss him, did I? No that couldn't have happened. I followed Dumbledore straight from Hogwarts and I would have been alerted if anyone had entered. Unless he apparated straight outside of the door for his meeting. Even then, that's highly unlikely, not with all these wards around. I would have felt if they had been pulled down or tampered with. Anyways, that would have been to much trouble to go through just for an interview for the Defense position. Besides, the only way to get around the wards would be to have a key that was synched with these specific wards and that kind of knowledge hasn't even been discovered yet.

I made my way to the bar and paid my tab. I considered sitting back in my little corner but decided to head outside for a little bit despite the cold weather. Making my way to the door, I cast a warming charm on my robes along with a barrier jinx and stepped outside. Despite the fact it was summer the weather was cold, but the small little town still held its charm. I looked above my head to look at the sign above my head.

Hog's Head was written on it with big bold letters. It was showing some wear and tear from the elements but looked to be in relatively good condition. Lowering my eyes, I looked around and took in every detail. This day and age, despite the wards being present you must be constantly aware of your surroundings. I could practically hear Mad Eye Moody saying in his rough voice 'Constant Vigilance' and I couldn't help but have a sad smile on my face.

He was a good man and he didn't deserve to die. Although a lot of people didn't deserve the fate that they suffered. But, that's why you're here. So, you can change the things that have happened and stop those who would hurt them.

I cast a silent Homenum Revelio. When nothing happened, I relaxed a little and took a deep breath. The cold air burned my throat and I started walking down the street with my eyes constantly roving around. Having to be constantly aware of your surroundings was exhausting but it kept you alive. You could never be to careful. When I got to the corner of the building I cast the Revelio charm again – nothing happened.

I kept walking the little street until I got to the main street that went straight through Hogsmeade – all the way from Dervish & Banges to Hogsmeade Station and then onto Hogwarts itself. I looked up at the moon and smiled for a moment. I was about to turn back when suddenly, I found myself on the ground with the breath nocked out of me. Not even taking the time to regain my breath, I rolled to my knees and held my wand at the ready.

I held my ground as I watched the other person groan and began to try to get up. He looked up and stared at my wand that was pointed at his face. As he held his hands up to show that he was unarmed, I tried to regain my breath all while keeping my wand up and my eyes focused on him. It's him. All right, keep your cool.

After a moment, I finally found my voice," Who are you and why did you attack me?" My voice was not nearly as stable as I would have wanted it to sound but at least I was able to get the words out. The person scoffed and said, "I didn't attack you - you attacked me. You flung me with some type of bloody spell. I didn't even do anything to you. I was just going to a meeting I have at the Hog's Head."

"Oh, really and how am I supposed to know that your telling me the truth. For all I know, you could be a death eater. I'm not stupid, you know. If you really have a meeting, then you must have something to prove it. Some type of documentation or what not." I kept my eyes and wand focused completely on him.

"Well, I would show you that, but I have a feeling that if I moved an inch you would cast something very nasty from your wand at me," he snarled at me. I took a very deep breath and cast a silent Petrificus Totalus. Instantly, his body straightened and froze like stone then slowly started falling backwards. Just as he landed, I cast a cushioning charm then started patting his pockets for the document. A moment later, I pulled it from his breast pocket of his shirt within his robes and started to read. I looked in his eyes for a moment- they were hard but somehow seemed warm at the same time. I stepped back and reversed the spells and held out the paper.

"Well Mr. Snape, I apologize for the inconvenience. You can never be too safe these days, especially with a crazy lunatic leading a faction of blood purist around. Such nonsense, blood has nothing to do with magic. If a muggleborn has the work ethic and access to knowledge that a blood purist has then they can be just as great - that along with an innovative mind." I chose these words specifically to see his reaction and watched his face. Nothing happened- just as I expected but a girl had to try. He snatched the paper out of my hand and snarled at me, "what right do you have to start throwing spells around on people who haven't even done anything to you."

I immediately rose to his challenge and snapped, "I have every right when it comes to my safety. Besides, if my memory recalls right, you were the one who ran into me. Otherwise, my barrier wouldn't have reacted like it did."

"Oh, barrier really. That's strange considering I've never came across a barrier that flings you ten feet away. Stops you yes, but not bloody flings you," Snape snarled

"Well excuse me, if the spell that I've been working on for the past few weeks hasn't been completed correctly. It was supposed to throw you twenty feet away and I definitely wasn't supposed to get any of the backlash from it," I snarled back, before searching the ground for my bag. I summoned it before reaching in and taking a quick glance at my pocket watch, then grabbed a bruise tonic. "Here, this will help with any bruises you may have."

Hopefully, I can keep him talking for a little bit longer. My task would be a lot easier if I just stall him for a little bit longer.

He tentatively looked at the tonic for a moment before uncorking the small flask and sniffing the contents. He looked at you before tipping a small amount of it into his mouth before downing the rest.

Once more he examined the flask before looking at you again. "Where did you get a bruise tonic of that quality from? That stuff was medical grade, not something the general public should have access to."

I held his gaze before telling him the truth, "I made it last week. I take my medical kit wherever I go, you never know what could happen."

"You made this. Don't lie to me," he snapped once again, "unless you have certain equipment and the right grade of resources, you couldn't just make this. Not to mention the knowledge required to do it. Not just anyone could do this. Who are you?!"

"What makes you think I don't have the equipment, resources, and knowledge to brew this tonic," I asked, before tipping back one of the tonics into my own mouth. I instantly felt the soreness in my back fade and rolled my shoulders to check for any other damage.

"Well, for one thing, the equipment and resources needed to make something like this could only be found in a hospital like Saint Mungo's or a potions manufactory facility. Unless you smuggled out these potions, it is highly unlikely just anyone would be able to get stuff like this simply because of the supplies needed- even if you somehow did have the knowledge required. Besides, you having that kind of knowledge is still unlikely," he stated, haughtily.

That last little comment ticked me off supremely and before I could stop myself I snapped, "What makes you think I couldn't possibly know how to make that potion? That potion is not that hard to make, in fact a sixth-year student at Hogwarts could make it." My voice was making it very clear that his insults were not appreciated, and I couldn't help but showing anger in my voice. "I don't like being called a liar or a thief, so I'm leaving."

I hope that is enough time. It better be, I have stalled him for at least ten minutes and I'm already sick and tired of his attitude.

I turned to go back to the Hog's Head Inn and kept walking but soon I heard another set of feet following me. I turned back to snap at him but before I could say anything he interrupted me.

"I know a sixth-year could make that potion. However, they couldn't get it to medical grade standards like you had, not without the right grade of ingredients."

I couldn't help but snap back and say, "they could if they knew how to purify the ingredients right."

He retorted back angrily, "using magic on ingredients makes their properties change. They would be practically useless then. The only way to purify ingredients to the required standard would be a combination of charms, runes, and alchemy that keep magic from effecting the ingredients but still getting the job done. Not only that but keeping those charms, runes, and alchemy in working order requires a lot of money – something that Hogwarts doesn't necessarily have."

"You know there is more than one way to purify ingredients. Why make something so much more complicated than it needs to be," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Then how exactly would you purify something without making it complicated", he mocked.

"The muggle way, you idiot", I snapped, before even thinking.

I looked at his face for a moment and it looked utterly dumbstruck. I really shouldn't have said that. This Snape in front of me is not the Snape I know. He is still a faithful Death Eater right now. I need to get out of hear quick. I quickly started looking around and found that I was not even ten feet away from the doorway into Hog's Head Inn. I turned to quickly get inside but before I could reach the doorknob I felt him grab my arm and turn me around.

"Who are you?", he asked quietly. It was strange his eye seemed bewildered as if he was trying to figure out some type of riddle that just didn't seem to make sense. I kept looking in his eyes before asking, "Why do you care?"

"Earlier I said that it was unlikely that you had the knowledge to purify the ingredients the right way. I was not trying to be rude – I was simply stating a fact because I know every Potion Master and Mistress in the UK. I know every single one and yet I don't know who you are. So, who are you?"

I took a deep breath before removing his hand and moving to turn away before pausing to look back at him. "You can call me Hermione", I said before opening the door and heading towards the stairs that lead to my room that I rented for the night.

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