A.N. Well Huuuulo and welcome to my story. Continue if you dare. Nah just kidding, I can't bite in cyberspace, though real life is a different matter...
Summery: Auror, turned Potions Mistress and professional brewer Hermione Granger frustrated and angry with the world throws caution to the winds and drinks a potion which she herself developed. This potion throws her back in time, though she has no control what so ever of her destination and it appears that fate has its slippery fingers in this mess as well. Imagine her surprise when she comes face to face with an eight year old version of her old potions master.
Hermione adopts Severus, and eventually manages to change the course of history. I have a pairing planned.... but I'm not telling. Mawahahaha.
Rated for violence, blood and a few bad words to start off with, might have lemons later. Mentions child abuse.
Just a few rules before you plunge on however. Flamers will be used to cook my dinner on.... I have disabled anonymous revues so flame me at the peril of my retaliation. Constructive criticism however is much appreciated as are kind words from readers.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Any ideas you don't recognise belong to me. Feel free to borrow, but please ask first.
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Chapter 1- Devastation
Hermione looked into shattered green eyes as Harry stared at her seeking some form of comfort from her. His eyes displaying a desperate hope that she would smile reassuringly, wave her wand and their best friend lying on the ground would grown roll over and say; 'this floor's bloody cold!' Hermione however was reflecting exactly the same expression of desperation in her own deep brown eyes.
Her moment of inattention however cost her, a spell slammed into her side and she screamed as it tore into her flesh. Her vision tunnelled and she felt herself hit the ground. Before she could lose consciousness completely she saw Harry raise his face to the heavens of iron grey sky and scream. There was an explosion followed by white light and Hermione knew no more.
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Hermione's head hurt. And it didn't just throb, it banged, like a load of Cornish pixies were at the inside of her skull with little mallets whacking her cranium hard.
Hermione groaned. Then she gasped as she remembered Harry's scream to the heavens.
"Ah Miss Granger you're awake." A healer in white robes hurried over.
"Harry, what happened to Harry?" she croaked.
"I'm afraid I can't discuss that with you at the moment Miss Granger." The healer replied in a slightly superior manner, clearly enjoying being in charge of someone with a reputation like Hermione's. She however was having none of that and her hand snaked out and grabbed the collar of his robes.
"What the fuck happened to Harry?"
The man stuttered for a second before he decided it would be a good idea to give in, as Hermione's hands still had a vicelike grip on his collar which seemed to be gradually tightening in a threatening manner. Though the healer did try to gather his dignity before he next spoke.
"I am afraid there was not much left. Mr Potter seemed to explode. All the death eaters within a twenty metre radius were reduced to pulp, along with 'He who must not be named' of course. Unfortunately there was not much left of everyone else who had been fighting against them. There were only five survivors."
"Who." Hermione demanded with a desperate gleam in her eye.
A list of five names was reeled off. She knew none of them. She felt numb.
"How long have I been in a coma?" she asked while releasing the unfortunate healer's collar. He smoothed wrinkles out of his robe, regaining his sense of superiority as he did so.
"Six weeks Miss Granger." He informed her in a decidedly arrogant tone.
"Bloody hell." Hermione grumbled. She pushed the covers back and swung her legs out. The healer spluttered indignantly.
"Oh shut up." She growled at him. She needed to get out of here. Her legs automatically carried her out of the ward the healer squawking like an angry chicken behind her. He trotted along after her, but everything he said seemed to translate into an irritating gabble to her ears which may as well have been pieces of cloth for all the use they were being to her just now.
She barged the queue to the fireplace and left in a rush of green flame. Generating more ruffled feathers and chagrined clucks from the surrounding wizards and witches who had been unceremoniously shoved out of the way.
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"Too big a price, too big a fucking price." Hermione snarled quietly to herself. She was not really a nice person most of the time any more, the war had changed her she admitted it. The problem was that she cared too much. As a teenager she had felt that if she tried hard enough she would be able to right all the wrongs in the world. Her best had not been good enough. At the moment she was stalking someone who had the ingredient she required to finish her ground breaking work.
She already knew a lot about time, after all you cannot leave an inquisitive young person with something as mysterious as a time turner, and then not expect them to take it apart just to see how it worked. It had been a full year since that fateful last battle, and the last remaining heroin of the war was wanted everywhere, but she ignored the general wizarding populace and immersed herself in her studies.
The person she was stalking prowled into her range. Quick as a flash she shot out of her hiding place in a dirty alleyway and tackled the unsuspecting vampire. Together they tumbled to the ground, and Hermione already had a small silver knife pressed to the vampire's jugular, as soon as it felt the prick of silver it froze. Hermione was straddling the un-dead creature and had his arms pinned to the floor with her knees. Recognising defeat the vampire glared at her with eyes a savage scarlet.
Without hesitating Hermione used her free hand to plunge a needle into the vampire's neck. She found a vein quickly and withdrew a large quantity of blood. The vampire hissed and wriggled when he felt what she was doing.
"Stay still you prick, and you walk away unharmed." She growled at him digging the silver into his throat slightly. The vampire yelped and stilled.
When she had enough of his blood she dissapperated without a sound leaving a shaken vampire in her wake.
Hermione arrived at her parent's old house. She apparated straight to the cellar where she kept all her potions equipment and it was a mess, but she didn't care, it served her purpose and she would not be staying here for very much longer. She gingerly approached a cauldron full of a beautiful shimmering turquoise liquid, it was emitting silver sparks and generally giving the impression of being liable to explode at any moment. It belched slightly and white steam rose from it.
Hermione carefully squirted the vampire blood from her syringe into glass test tube. The test tube however was not an ordinary muggle one. Hermione tapped it gently with her wand and muttered quietly to it almost coaxing it gently with her voice.
She gently placed the test tube in a test tube rack and pulled on some dragon hide gloves. She grabbed a pipette and started to add the crimson blood to her potion drop by drop. The potion hissed and spat angrily but she stirred it once anticlockwise in the time between each drop and it settled gradually and became a deep dark navy colour.
Hermione sighed with relief. She left her potion to stew and went upstairs to pack the things she needed to bring with her. She tossed books, robes and other items of clothing into her trunk. No unnecessary items were coming and that included things of sentimental value. A very large wodge of muggle cash was stashed right at the bottom of the anonymous black trunk.
"Riker, come." She ordered a sleek black cat that was curled in the corner. Riker stood up, stretched and ambled towards her fully expecting to be fed. He was not so lucky however when he was bundled into a cat box. He was even less pleased when he was taken through the floo.
The cat was yowling when they arrived in the old kitchen of the burrow. A thin woman with equally thin wispy orange hair and hollow eyes looked at Hermione.
"Hello Hermione dear. Is everything all right?" the once loud and commanding Weasley matriarch asked in a relatively quiet voice.
"I have to go away on business for a while Molly, would you mind looking out for Riker for a while?"
"No problem dear." Molly carefully took the cat carrier from her and placed it on the kitchen table, with Riker yowling his protests. "I'm sure you have lots of packing to do, I'll let you get going." Hermione took the hint and left. She felt a slight twinge of guilt for landing the old woman with a cat she didn't want, but she shook herself, reminding herself that by the time she was through Molly Weasly would never turn into the thin little shadow she had now become.
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Hermione sat cross legged in a circle of glowing runes etched on the soil around her. Her trunk was shrunken and in her pocket. She was wearing muggle cloths, she had her two wands in holsters on her arms and three knives concealed on her person.
Her potion was in a large flask in front of her. It was a deep midnight blue and silver sparks danced on its surface. It was a potion that had never before been developed and Hermione mused on her chances of survival in a detached manner, as she glared into its starry depths, not unlike the night sky trapped in the bottom of her flask. It would not send her an accurate distance of time or space into the past. It was simply throwing caution to the winds, hurling herself at the fates and hoping for the best. She had added materials that should help tie the potion to her will, but there was no way of knowing where she would end up. It might well send her to an impossible place in the air where she would fall to her death, or it might send her somewhere deep in the earth or at the bottom of the ocean where she would be crushed in seconds, That is if it worked at all and did not simply react unfavourably with her metabolism and just explode her.
She took a deep breath and slugged the potion down her throat. She sparks hit her lips and nose stinging slightly. The potion tasted very strange, there was the unmistakable metallic tang of vampire blood and the heady sent from vela blood but there was an indefinable flavour that Hermione would have said was the flavour of air if it weren't for the fact that air had no flavour.
For half a second nothing happened, and then Hermione threw back her head and screamed. Her body was smashed into a million pieces and her nerves set on fire before being doused in ice which was so cold it burned.
Just take me to where I can stop it, take me to the time when I can stop this broken world from being formed. Show me how I can stop their deaths.
Her head was split into two and then four before shattering completely. Two faces hovered, floating through her line of vision, a boy with sad dark eyes lined by thick dark eyelashes, and shoulder length black hair, he looked to be about eight years old. He had a broken nose and a split lip. The other was a man who looked to be around her age. He had deep blue eyes and a handsome face with pronounced cheek bones and a head of thick dark hair. His full lips were contorted into a disdainful sneer.
An opinion would be appreciated....