AN

I understand that some people may not fully understand what the title means, or in fact what the summary means, so I have here a brief description of both.

Baal - fallen angel whose name means "the lord." (Tom Riddle)

λέαινα - Greek for lioness (Hermione Granger)

The summary is a quote, from Bob Dylan, and refers to how when Hermione travels back in time, the future is actually her past. And of course the second part of the summary is fairly self-explanatory.

Sorry it's short, but i really wanted to get Hermione to the 40's, where the chapters will be longer (of course, there will bem ore going on with a tennage Dark Lord)

"Never travel faster than your guardian angel can fly"

Mother Teresa

"RUN!"

"Harry, I –"

"Hermione, RUN!"

That was the last time I saw Harry. Nagini was chasing us, her long undulating body slithering along the floor at an alarming rate. As we ran up the stairs in the Entrance Hall, Harry veered off to the left, while urging me to go right, towards the Headmaster's office.

Arriving at the stone gargoyles, I quickly shouted Snape's password, Blood (How very Slytherin), and ran up the moving staircase, reaching the door in record time, barging my way into the office. Something didn't feel quite right, being in there and not seeing strange, wonderful objects, or the familiar face behind the desk. Snape had barely anything in there, except for numerous paintings on the walls, and his vast collection of books.

Hoping that he had at least left some of Dumbledore's possessions in the room, I searched his office meticulously. In a corner was an old, somewhat battered oak cabinet. I checked for Dark curses, knowing if I died from a silly curse then, that the Wizarding World would be in big trouble - thankfully, the cabinet was locked with a simple Alohamora. Opening the two doors, my eyes filled with tears at the sight of Dumbledore's things. I levitated them all out, as I wasn't sure what all of them were – I didn't want anything like Harry's incident with the spider-like device in Grimmauld Place to happen.

There it was. Dumbledore's personal book of spells. Every single hex, curse or jinx he had created was in the journal, including one for destroying Horcruxes. Grinning madly, I grabbed the book, ready to find Harry and get rid of Voldemort once and for all.

If only that were true. I really shouldn't have expected it to be so easy.

He was there.

The Dark Lord. Tom Riddle. Voldemort. I stood frozen still, not wanting to turn around and face the grotesquely inhumane face.

"Such a clever, clever girl. One would never expect it from a Mudblood. If only your blood wasn't so filthy, I could spare you."

Anger bubbled within me. Who was he to talk about blood status, the hypocritical bastard! It's not as if everyone didn;t know of his parents status - Dumbledore made sure the Death Eater's knew they were following a half-blood.

"At least I do not lie about who I am."

He laughed. Were my ears playing tricks? Did Voldemort, mass murderer, racist and resident megalomaniac, just laugh? Surely the fighting had addled my brains. Dark Lord'ds do not laugh.

"You are a brave girl to dare defy Lord Voldemort. Not even grown men would dare. It is obvious you belong to Dumbledore's foolosh band of do-gooders. Such Gryffindor qualities will get you killed in the new world."

My confusion must have been evident, for he stopped his pacing, and turned to look out of the window.

"Ah, you do not yet know of todays gives me great pleasure to tell you that Harry Potter is dead. He died trying to save the little blood traitor - his efforts were in vain, as she will now be handed over to Yaxley. Her brothers have been gifted to the Malfoy's, to be used instead of house elves. Longbottom will soon be joining his parents in St. Mungo's. Lupin will be sent to the vampire clans of Romania - we will let them finish off the disgusting half breed. His wife is now owned by Avery, and his son is dead."

Silent tears poured down my cheeks. Harry was dead. Neville was being tortured, and Ron was lower than a house elf. Ginny and Tonks would be beaten and raped by the cruel Death Eaters. Teddy was dead, at not 6 months old. We had lost. The Order was being subjected to a horrific fate, which left only one question in my mind - what was mine? I spun quickly, sending a Killing Curse directly at him. He shielded himself effortlessly, disarming me in the process, while wearing a sinister smirk upon his barley-there lips.

However, the smirk vanished as he looked at me.

"No…" He hissed, as he shot a Body Bind curse at me, non-verbally.

I did the only thing I could think of to protect myself - I shielded myself with Dumbledore's book, being flung back as the curse impacted with the cover.

The next few seconds I will always be unsure of. I remember seeing black mist pouring out of the book, engulfing me in the thick fog it created. The fog swirled faster and faster, creating a tornado in the Headmaster's office. I was being pulled up into the wind. But, as soon as it had started, it stopped. I landed in the office once more, noticing the different décor. But what shocked me more was a very young, very auburn haired Albus Dumbledore, sat across from a stout, balding man. The shock of all this paled in comparion to the fear as i saw the third inhabitant of the office. Jet black hair swept neatly across his forehead; high, arrogant cheekbones; dark red lips and dark eyes - the darkest i had ever seen were filled with shock and concern. Lies.

My assessment had been correct; the mist transported me through time. Because i was sat on the floor of the Headmaster's office, with Albus dumbledore, Armando Dippet, and a very human-looking Tom Riddle.

"Merlin's beard! Are you alright my dear? You look in a terrible state, i'll call Madam Rosery up right away!" Dippet exclaimed, racing out of the office and down the moving staircase. He was right of course, i was a mess. Various cuts littered my body, and i was covered head to toe in dirt. It then dawned on me that the two gentlemen left in the room with me were not on the best of terms. As if to confirm my thoughts, Dumbledore gave Riddle an accusing look, as though he had done this to me.

Which he had, just not for another 50 years or so. And it was then i came up with a newly formed mission. I would stop Tom Riddle, however long it took, wherever he was, in whatever this year was. I would change the future and save the lives of my friends, and stop the pain he would cause me.

If I'd have only known that Voldemort had been lying about the Order's demises.