Prologue:
No...no...no… It was over. Harry Potter was dead. His body was lying there, twisted in an unnatural angle on the ground. He had surprised everyone when he rose from Hagrid's arms earlier. But after a fierce duel, Harry Potter, the-Boy-who-lived-and-died-and-lived-again was dead a second time, but this time for real.
The battle had paused, everyone looking at the fallen savior. Then, just as quickly as the pause began, it ended.
Her current opponent, Dolohov, shot a Sectumsempra at her. She quickly cast a stasis spell, temporarily stopping the attack.
Then, she turned and fled, racing up the stairs of the tower. Upon seeing the gargoyle, she muttered, "Chocolate Frogs" and entered the Headmaster's room.
Calming herself down, Hermione grabbed a few books and opened them. She read all of Dumbledore's information on Tom Riddle, recalling what had happened over the past seven years. She read every. single. damn. thing. that she could find about him. Looking at school records, Dumbledore's notes, EVERYTHING.
Because she knew she would need it when she went back to the past.