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"Don't take life to seriously. You'll never get out alive, anyway."


The Tempus Perii ritual was a supposedly dark and dangerous ritual.

Which was why, until Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger, no one had ever attempted it.

The ritual itself was one that was meant to rip Time itself apart and send the soul of the user of the ritual back to a chosen period in their life.

Hermione and Neville planned to send themselves back to their 14 year-old bodies. Back to fourth year, when everything began.

So when Hermione woke up in a seemingly empty park in the dead of the night, still her 19 year old self, she safely assumed that something had gone horribly wrong.

Getting up and checking to make sure her wand was still on her (it was thankfully), she looked at her surroundings.

A muggle park by the looks of things. Vaguely familiar too. So she still was in England. She just had to check the time and the year.

Placing a muggle-repelling spell around the small circle of trees at the end of the park, the tired Gryffindor transfigured a pebble into a small yet comfortable sleeping bag and settled in for the reminder of the night.


Hermione didn't know where she was.

Oh, she was sure she wasn't anywhere near England.

But she didn't know where the bloody hell she was.

The town she was in looked like a typical town but with certain Japanese influences. Such as the the signs on the stores.

Well, then she could safely assume that they most likely spoke Japanese.

Placing a specifying translating spell for Japanese, Hermione headed farther into the town.

The curly-haired girl could do more information gathering in the market area of the town where more people were.


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For the first time in, well, forever, Hermione Granger was in shock.

What had started out as innocent information gathering to find out where she was had turned out to her standing in the middle of a crowded street sputtering in shock, staring at a very familiar carved mountain.

Naruto. Naruto.

The manga she'd read as a child before she'd figured out she was magical and had been shipped off to Hogwarts.

The manga, that had been her sanctuary away from bullies and loneliness.

With an IQ off the charts, Hermione had quite literally been isolated by her peers and had thus turned to books and on occasion manga.

Specifically Naruto.

Naruto had been her childhood best friend and now here she was standing in his world.

Realizing she was standing in the middle of the street, staring at the Hokage Monument like an imbecile, Hermione moved to stand near a food stand.

She did a double-take. Ichiraku's Ramen.

The former Gryffindor smirked slightly as she sat down on one of the stools provided.

How ironic.

What the hell had happened, though? The ritual was suppose to send her back in time not to another world.

Most likely the ritual had instead ripped through barriers between this world and her own, throwing her here.

Hypothetically. She'd need to do more research before knowing for sure.

She frowned down at the table in front of her.

Had Neville's sacrifice been pointless?

No. No, Neville wouldn't have wanted her to mope about. She'd find a way back home and back to the time they had wanted.

With that enlightening thought, Hermione set off with a spring to her step, towards the Hokage Tower.

She had some papers to fill if she wanted to be a citizen here. The sooner she got that sorted out the better.

Not to mention she was dying to learn more about the chakra energy they had here. Perhaps it was merely a different form of magic?

Bah, she had to do more research first.


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Teuchi Ichiraku stared after the young woman in surprise.

What in enigma. The multiple expressions that had crossed her face had been surprising. Clearly she'd been thinking of something troubling.

She must have found the solution to it though, judging from the small smile on her face and the slight spring in her step.

He smiled. Perhaps she'd come back again.

After all, ramen was the best sort of food to solve your problems.

He turned back to his kitchen. There was a new recipe he was making and he wanted it to be ready before his taste taster arrived.

Of course, the blonde boy thought all ramen was good so he'd probably like it anyway.


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