"Hermione! Hermione!"

Hermione looked around the battlefield that used to be called the great hall. She heard the shouts but didn't listen. It was probably just another dying soldier.
There was lots of those.

She'd given up, the magical community was falling.
Fred was dead.
Snape was dead
Tonks and Lupin were dead.
Even Hedwig managed to get on the other side of the world.

Luna ran up to her, with a dirty face and numerous scars. Not even bothering to say anything because she knew exactly what Hermione felt.
The nargles had been bothering her, too.
She grabbed her arm and ran, taking her to the gargoyles outside Dumbledore's old office. This was a part of the castle that hadn't been destroyed.

There wasn't a password anymore and so the gargoyles let her in without the slightest hint of reluctance. After all, she was one of the last hopes and help was needed from any corner.

On the wall, in Dumbledore's office where everything lay untouched, was a portrait of the smiling man himself.
Except he wasn't smiling today.

A grim look rested on his face and he turned a tearful towards Hermione as she entered.

"I'm sorry, Hermione, but I will have to be quick and sharp today! The only way we will win this war is to go back to the roots."
Hermione was confused and that was evident from her features.
"I mean to say that, you will use the time turner in my top right drawer to back in time and stop Lord Voldemort from turning evil!"

"I have to kill him?" She muttered with raised brows.

"Wars can be won in other ways, not just death. Love also can help. Remember that."

Hermione had picked up the time turner and was inspecting it.
"One other thing, get the files from the desk too, they will be your new identity. Bad things happen to those who meddle with time."

Hermione looked at the files.
They said,
Hermione Waters, aged 16, brown eyes, dark brown hair, half blood, small.
Appropriate spells were written underneath, to preform so that she could be Hermione Waters. Dumbledore himself had invented some of them.
She started casting spells quickly with her wand pointed at herself.
When she was finished, she looked very different.

"Your new name is Hermione Waters and you should turn it about 10 times. Severus enchanted it."

10

Time ticked backwards as she was flung into a different timespace. Colours flashed in front of her and weird noises travelled far away.
Thud. She landed on a hard wooden floor after falling for what seemed like an eternity but was only a small distance.

A dark haired boy with a smirk stood over her. "What do you think you're playing at?" He had a prefect badge and looked very sexy indeed.
But he was rude and Hermione hated rude people.
"Who are you?!" She scowled angrily.
The boy looked surprised for a minute then; "Tom Riddle, Slytherin prefect," he said in a smooth charming voice.

Hermione went pale immediately and nearly fainted. "Are you ok?" He asked with a look of concern.
She mentally rolled her eyes, the dark lord couldn't be concerned. Without waiting for further ado he proceeded to pick her up and take her to the hospital wing.

"Dumbledore!" She whispered, "get him."

Rolling his eyes, he walked on, God knows why the old bat was so famous. He hated Riddle of course.

The pair bumped into Bellatrix, who scowled then said "I thought you were busy tonight, Tom? I had to go with Malfoy instead."
"Don't care, get out my way slut!" he groaned, the way she always followed him everywhere annoyed him.

The castle was dark since it was night though and luckily they didn't get anymore unwanted visitors. Finally, they got to the medical wing and Riddle left her on one of the beds. The nurse came softly, her feet pattering, and let Hermione breathe in some medicine to help sleep.

? ﾟﾒﾤ?

"Hello, Hermione Waters!"

Hermione's eyes shot open as she saw Dumbledore's younger face staring curiously at her.
They were in the hospital wing, in a curtained bed and Dumbledore had put silencing spells around them.

"I know why you are here, I've read all the files and I have to say I wish you the best of luck. Good job on those spells by the way,"
"What's my mission?"
Dumbledore looked a bit shocked, surely he thought that she had known before she came.
"Your mission is to save one of the pupils from their fate of becoming a dark lord. I can only think who you may be talking about!"

Now she remembered. She had to fall in love with that Tom Riddle and make him fall in love with her.

"Oh yeah, that thing!"

"We need to sort out one last thing, your house." He produced the sorting hat out of nowhere and stuck it on her head.

Oh let's see, Hermione Waters, eh that can't be your last name or call me a silent hat. I've sorted you before, Miss Granger. But you're different now, to complete your mission successfully I think you should be in His house. Yes yes, that'd be good. And you've changed you know, with all the recent events, fred, tonks,lupin. These things affect you. And so I'm putting you in...
SLYTHERIN!

The sorting hat yelled out to a scared Hermione. "Ok ok alright," Dumbledore said then walked off after calling where her stuff would be.

Meanwhile, Tom Riddle was walking up to the hospital wing to see that girl again. He didn't catch her name but her boobs were quite a nice size and he wouldn't mind fucking her.

He walked in, and asked the nurse who quietly told him to go through.
Inside, Hermione was lying there. On the bed like an innocent virgin.
Until she woke up. "Why are YOU in HERE?" She said loudly.
Tom Riddle took a step backwards.
Shit thought Hermione she was meant to make him fall in love with her. That wasn't clever.

"Sorry," she murmured, "I didn't know who it was. Would you like to come in?"
He had his trademark smirk on and a raised eyebrow. Then he walked up to the bed and got in with her.
"What's your name?" He asked once he was comfortable.
"Hermione Waters," she replied with a smile.

Just then, to save awkwardness, the nurse came in. "Get OUT!" she screamed, "She needs rest."

"OK OK alright, I'm sorry," The Voldemort looked pissed off and walked out as quickly as possible.

Hermione apologised with her eyes but he ignored it with a cold look. Meanwhile, nurse, who's name was Sally, was getting a cup of pumpkin juice and red tablets ready. "There we are," she smiled down at a sleepy Hermione, "get some painkillers down you and hopefully tomorrow you'll be at school."

School had been what Hermione missed, she just wanted to go to school normally again, sort out Voldemort and return to her normal world. But that was the difficult part, Riddle. One minute, he'd been all kind and visited her when the next minute he didn't even acknowledge her and gave her a cold look. Maybe he hates Sally. Or rules. But almost certainly both.

She had received her timetable and uniform from a house elf earlier this morning. It dawned upon her that using house elves for common stuff was the norm these days and they wouldn't try to hide it. Now that she was in Slytherin, she had to get used to the cold colours and sneaky people. They'd probably ask about her blood status, half blood now, but even so she knew there would be lots of prejudice and hate.

Worst of all, they hated Gryffindor house and would hate on that too. All she do was either fit in or be unpopular and looking at the current state she was in now, it was better just to fit in.