One step forward, Fifty-Four Years Back

Chapter One: Ritual

Summary: Upon the death of the saviour of the wizarding world, Harry Potter, Hermione devices a plan to go back fifty-four years into the past to intercept Tom Riddle and the death eaters. What happens when Tom gets interested in her? Will be set in 1944 Tom's sixth year. WARNING: Mentions of rape, sexual situations and violence.

Hi everybody! This is my first ever story here on fanfiction, so I'm not really sure what people would prefer for the rating of the story. I will be rating it as mature regardless, as there is going to be really disturbing asks of violence and mention of rape. That being said, Tom and Hermione's relationship is going to be romantic (and no Tom won't be falling in love with Hermione in this fic based on the sole fact that Tom is incapable of love), but it's your decision if you want sex scenes or not, as their relationship will be fairly sexual. If I don't get enough people reviewing I will just choose an option myself.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN J.K ROWLINGS CHARACTERS FROM THE SERIES HARRY POTTER, IF I DID HERMIONE WOULD BE BADASS (more than she already is of course). Mentions of rape, sexual situations and violence. You have been warned.

PROLOGUE

September 1st 1999

Hermione Granger has a plan. I mean, she had to have a plan didn't she? The whole wizarding world was relying on her after Harry and Ron died at the battle. She's been on the run ever since, never staying more than 3 nights in the same place. Having a warm bed or shower had become a rare luxury. But that was okay, because it was all about to change. Soon she would be Carina Irma Black. A Slytherin and pureblood supremacist that had joined the death eaters after her graduation from Hogwarts. She was the younger sister of Walburga Black, older sister of Cygnus and Alphard Black. She was born in 1926, September 9th. It was a dark ritual, to send one's body back in time as another person, but she'd run out of options. The ritual required the hair of a Black by blood, and had a formula very similar to that of a polyjuice potion, with the exception that it required a unicorn throat and horn and a personal token of the person you wish to become. It seems like an easy enough potion, but nearly takes a whole year to brew, and if not done perfectly you can end up in some unknown time in someone else's body. On top of that fact, killing a unicorn is no harmless matter. It leaves deep scorch marks on ones soul. But, in the end it would be no pressing matter. If anything, it would only help her on this mission. You see, she came up with the brilliant plan of becoming one of the death eaters and slowly start making everybody turn on each other. She was going to bring them down from the inside. That was her plan anyway.

There was a crack as a twig on the ground broke. Hermione looked up from her makeshift bed on the forest floor to where the noise came from. Another crack, she took off running. Grabbing her bag where she held her potion and all the other things needed in the ritual. It could have just been a harmless animal, but ever since Voldemort won, death eaters had been searching everywhere trying to find the brightest which of her age. She wasn't about to take any chances. As she took off running, she heard other heavier footsteps running after her. So not just a harmless animal, she thought.

"SECTUMSEMPRA!" Called a voice behind her. A white blur barely just missed her and hit a tree not 3 inches away from her, causing it to catch on fire and crack. A blur of red, green, white and other various coloured curses flew past her. Not one hitting her and she weaved through the trees.

Sensing them catching up to her, she sent three killing curses behind her. They hit their mark. "That slowed them down," she whispered while smirking. Knowing that the other death eaters would be too busy seeing if their fellow members were alive or not, she allowed herself to slow down. She breathed a sigh of relief as she finally caught her breath.

"Better now than never," she said aloud as she began drawing runes in a circular shape on the muddy forest floor. Standing in the circle surrounding by all different runes, power, strength, transfer, all important for the ritual. She began chanting Latin underneath her breath and she took out a ring from her bag and slipped it on her finger. Still chanting, she then grabbed the potion and took out the stopper. She stopped chanting to take the potion. A grey storm like smoke began to form and twist around her body. She heard shouting and commotion going on outside of the smoke, but couldn't actually see anything. Suddenly there was a tightening sensation in her stomach and then she was sitting, on a train. She blinked.

"Carina?" a voice called questionably.

"Yes?" Hermione, no Carina answered.

"Is everything okay?" A pretty girl with blonde hair and blue eyes asked, waving her hand in front of Carina's face. "Just fine," answered Carina, a smirk slowly migrating onto her face. She had done it.

Thanks to everybody reading! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter/prologue. I know it was short, but the next chapters will be longer I promise. I will try to update every week/every two weeks. Please review 3.

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