Author's note: Hey guys! I hope you like this, it's my first attempt at a time traveling fic. This is my favorite pairing though, so maybe I can pull it off. Please review and let me know how you liked this first chapter, I reply to every review The first person to review gets a oneshot, of their choice, written by me for a present. WARNING: This may change your perception of a certain villain, so don't read if that will bother you…please give it a chance though! This is just a prologue, so don't get upset about it being short.
Disclaimer: I just borrowed JKR's world for a little while, I don't own this. Or have a castle in Scotland, unfortunately. Nor am I richer than the queen of England.
The day Harry Potter died was the day the Order of the Phoenix fell apart.
It was the day Remus Lupin hung himself.
The day Albus Dumbledore turned to Firewhiskey.
The day Molly Weasley came face to face her worst fear- one of her children dying.
The day something inside Hermione Granger snapped. No tears came, but she didn't want to cry anyway. Miss granger wasn't sad, oh no. She was furious. She wanted nothing more than to destroy Voldemort, to destroy the man her destroyed her life, the lives of everyone she loved, the lives of so many innocent people. No thought was put into her plan; there was no time for that. No one was consulted either, no one would even know where she was. Hermione didn't care, she didn't feel anything beside anger and the need for revenge.
The time finally came, eleven pm on May 2, 1998. Less than twenty-four hours after her best friend was murdered in his sleep. After tip-toeing around the headquarters, gathering everything she needed, screams shook the house. Hermione was unfazed; she knew it was just someone having a nightmare. Reliving last night. Squeezing her eyes shut, Hermione shook her head, trying to shoo the memory away.
The black behind her eyelids vanished, and suddenly she was back at Hogwarts. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had finally destroyed all of the Horcruxes, and came back to Hogwarts for-what would hopefully be- the finally battle. The trio had every intention of taking Voldemort down, and didn't plan on leaving until the job was finished. None of them had considered the possibility of one of them dying.
Ron and Hermione had gone to the Chamber of Secrets to get the fangs from the dead basilisk. It was a brilliant idea that Ron had, to give them to the older students in order to defend themselves if the battle with the death Eaters came to hand-to-hand combat, or if they lost possession of their wands. It wasn't that they didn't want the younger students to be safe, but harry thought it was too much of risk to let them have such dangerous weapons at their disposal, and they were easy targets for the imperious curse and generally more likely to accidently hurt someone. Hermione saw Ron's face as he tried to speak in parseltongue. She saw the way his forehead wrinkled. The way he shook his red hair out of his eyes. The way his nose scrunched with concentration, blurring his freckles. The way his tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth, they way it always did during exams at school.
The next thing Hermione remembered was Harry. Harry sitting on Voldemort's lap. This made no sense, Hermione squeezed Ron's hand tighter and froze at the entrance to the Great Hall. This made no sense, what was going on? What was Harry doing? Was this a trap, all along? He must be under the imperious…so many thoughts ran though Hermione's head as she tried to wrap her head around the situation. Voldemort rose from where he sat, at the Headmaster's seat in the front of the room. At this point, Hermione figured out what was going on. Why Harry wasn't wearing his glasses, why his eyes were closed. As the Dark Lord stood, Harry just slumped to the floor. Harry Potter was dead. His murderer spoke, and everyone listened.
"Today is the day you will always remember. Today is the day you lost all hope. Death Eaters, release your victims. We have what we have come for. Students, teachers, aurors, if you try to resist, you will die. I am in control now."
And with that, he was gone. That was the moment Hermione Granger vowed to get revenge.
She found herself on the floor, her dense curls plastered to her face with sweat. No longer caring about being quiet, she stormed into the kitchen. In a fit of rage and frustration, she pulled her hair into a ponytail and chopped it off with a knife she found on the counter. She watched her coffee-brown locks float to the floor, expecting to feel something. She didn't. For some reason, her tears finally decided to come. With her back to the wall, Hermione crumpled to the floor. When the knife, still in her hand, sliced a gash in her knee, she came back to her senses. She straightened her clothes, and pulled the time-turner out of her pocket.
As she turned the tiny, gold hourglass, only one thought ran though Hermione's head.
"I will get revenge."
Author's Note: I hope you guys like it! I just had a random burst of inspiration. The next update will be within the next few days. Review and get cupcakes…and if you're lucky, a oneshot.