Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER
Everything was the same as it always was, going back to Hogwarts.
The same old red train, waiting patiently at platform nine and three quarters. The same amount of rushing around to get luggage in the train and get a seat with friends. The waving or crying parents watching their children leave for either the first time or the last or anything in between. The same long train ride through the country side to get to the old, magical, castle. The same boat ride or carriage ride to get to the main doors. The same sorting for the first years. The old Sorting hat, yelling the houses of the new first year.
This story starts off as any other, normal and simple. Nothing bad happens, only something different than what usually would have happened on a normal day.
The same goes for this story, only this is not where the story begins. This story begins in the year 2004. Then comes to where it is now.
In 2004
The death of Harry Potter took the Wizarding World by surprise. Everyone hoping he would survive the battle that took place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, destroying the old castle. Voldemort and his Death Eaters fought hard, but so did the Order of the Phoenix. Everyone fearing death put a burst of adrenaline in everyone's fighting. When Voldemort came out of the forest with Hagrid carrying Harry Potter's dead body everyone couldn't believe their eyes. The boy who lived was dead! Voldemort took over the school, and in time took over the entire Wizarding World. Everyone on the light side still shocked by the death of their hero did nothing to stop Lord Voldemort, until one day a portrait in the Headmasters office at Hogwarts, called upon one person who might be able to change what had happened here.
"Thank you for coming Miss Granger" Albus Dumbledore's portrait said to the young adult standing before him.
"I was curious at what you had to say; otherwise I would not be here." Hermione Granger replied to the portrait, fear in her eyes of being found and murdered on the spot.
"I am sorry you are risking your life for coming to speak with me, but I have figured something out that my help us." Dumbledore said. No longer was there a twinkle in his eye, but a sad look upon his face.
"What could help us now? Everything is lost!" Hermione cried. The old headmaster just looked at his former student, wondering where the old person she was when he was alive went.
"You could go back in time, Miss Granger. Go back in time to either change or, if need be arises, kill Tom Marvolo Riddle before he ruins the lives of many." Dumbledore looked at the shocked but understanding look upon Hermione's face.
"I would do that if it were possible. Time-Turners can only go back so far, and they wouldn't be able to go back 60 years." Hermione said, still the know-it-all she was when she was younger.
"There is a spell in my desk, in the bottom right-hand drawer, which would be able to take you back, where there is a blank in the spell, you would add the year. You would have to make up a life and – oh! You have to go now before the death eaters swarm this office." Dumbledore said. There was a bang outside the door, an explosion of a spell, and running feet, could be heard outside the door.
Hermione grabbed the spell and said it in a low whisper so no one could hear her and where Hermione Granger was standing, mere seconds ago, a purple smoke was quickly evaporating.
"Good luck, Hermione" Albus Dumbledore's portrait said to no one.
Back in 1944
There would be a bang and hushed whispers, two people carrying a young woman to the hospital wing, to see why a girl came out of a cloud of purple smoke.
This is where the story begins, in 1944. With Hermione Granger trying to save the future.
AN: Hey this is my first ever Harry Potter Fan Fiction. Please review and tell me what you think!