Hey guys! Here it is the rewritten version of Lost Wishes, two years later. Life has been hard, but that's in the past. In fact, I might even be better at writing now that I have most of my emotions and thoughts sorted out. Either way, I hope you enjoy my story!
"The One with the Power to vanquish the Dark Lord appears with time
Born to those dissociated to this World, destined to change with the leaves, midway through the 9th month
And the Dark Lord will mark her as his equal, but she will have Power the Dark Lord knows not
And either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can thrive while the Other lives on
The one with the Power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born midway through the 9th month "
Hermione never wished for this life. The Chosen One. The Girl-Who-Lived. A cursed Lightning Bolt on her forehead, covered by her bangs. She wished she was just a normal witch with normal responsibilities. Not having to save the Wizarding World by defeating You-Know-Who. All she wanted was to study and get a stable job. Maybe even a family. She even once wished to be advocate for muggle-grown wizards and witches, so they could get an actual chance at any of the Wizarding Schools. However, she never expected to be hit by the curse of a certain Death Eater during the final battle and sent spiraling in time.
As she crashed back onto the ground on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, she cursed and then immediately jumped back up on her feet. What she saw gave her pause. Hogwarts was back in pristine shape, as if the battle never even started. Before she could even start properly thinking about her situation, a tall, handsome boy came up to her.
"Excuse me, Miss. What are you doing so close to the edge of the Forbidden Forest?" He took a slight pause as he took in her appearance.
Hermione took this pause to gather up her composure in this strange situation.
"I'm here because of the war. Is Professor Dumbledore here?" she said, hoping this wasn't already too much information. However, she had unconsciously slipped her wand back into her hand and was almost in plain sight. Also, she had a strange feeling about the person in front of her.
"Yes, he should be here." The male said, with an eyebrow slightly raised. "As any Professor without a special appointment elsewhere should be, honestly."
And now her feeling was certainty. She was send back to the past, as Albus Dumbledore was dead in her time.
"I happen to have a meeting with him, actually. Would you mind showing me the way to his office?"
"Of course, Miss…"
Hermione knew giving up her real name was much too dangerous.
"Harmony Goodwill."
"Nice to meet you, Miss Goodwill, he said with a smile,
I am Tom Riddle."