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That's when Hermione made up her mind she was going to cut the head off of the serpent.

For the first time in years Hermione felt like she was working towards a greater purpose again. She was a woman on a mission and it felt as though something that had been lost had finally come back to her. Even though Harry and Ronald were not by her side for this adventure, she knew why she was doing this. It was for them just as it had always been since she was eleven years old and fighting a troll. As they grew together the threat changed but they were always together. Two years ago it was Voldemort and even now in her own way she is fighting him again, except now it is on a different scale. The laws were against her but Hermione didn't care she had he cause.

Her latest venture was taking her back a thousand years ago give or take a decade or two. If no it was never an if but a when; when she was going to do this she was going to do it to the best of her capabilities. This in itself brought its own challenges. The easiest part of her whole plan was making the decision to go back now the true work began. She needed all the information she could possibly find on the founder and their time line. That part was going to require a lot of research but she was the brightest witch of her age and what is life without a challenge. The next part in her scheme was going to prove to be the most time consuming of everything. Trying to figure out a way to manipulate her time turner to not just to take her back mere hour but years, decades and centauries instead.

Hermione set out on her quest by first heading into London to Diagon Alley. The summer weather was stifling but no to Hermione, she only felt cold. She apparated to a back alley just outside of the Leaky Cauldron. The bar had not changed in its years it was still run by Tom. Many witches and wizards noticed her as she walked through the tavern some even looked as though they wanted to approach her. Hermione just walked with her head down the sealed gateway. Taping each of the brick the archway appeared. Diagon Alley used to be a place that brought her excitement now it was just a reminder of times gone. It had been to the best of her memory a year and a half since she had been down the cobblestoned street. She remembered fixing Harry's glasses just outside of Gringotts, getting her wand from Ollivanders when she was eleven or even when the Weasley twins opened their joke shop. She looked where the old shop front used to be. The bright orange and purple paint had faded; George couldn't keep going after the death of Fred and Ron. Instead what used to be a shop full with laughter and joy there were fading photos of all the people who had died in the war stuck to all the available window space. Harry and Ron's photos were stuck to the front doors. She remembered the day they were taken especially since she was the one who took them. Clamping her sides together Hermione couldn't bear to look anymore look at it anymore. She feared that she might fall apart there in the street.

'God damn it keep walking Granger, you can do it one foot in front of the other, you're doing all of this for them just keep moving' Hermione couldn't remember the walk from the shop front to Flourish and Blotts she was just numb. Only the smell of the musty bookshop brought her back to her own head. The smell was one she remembered so very well. She felt safer being surrounded by all of the books. Making her way up to the counter she wanted to keep her visit as brief as humanly possible.

Hermione left with a copy of every book on the Founders and time travel they had, but was thoroughly disappointed by the lack of information there was on the topics. There were only eight books in total on the two topics; it just didn't seem like enough. She had to keep telling herself this was a step closer to giving Harry and Ron deserved.

Hermione wasted no time once apparating into her flat. With a flick of her wand all of her curtains opened and allowed the afternoons light to flood in. She conjured some chalk and a black board. With a quick charm the chalk was working much like the Rita Skeeters quick quotes quill. Each book delved her into a piece of the puzzle. Although some of the literature overlapped it was a confirmation that the information had been concurred by more than one source. The Founders stories were all ones she had read of before but there were some new things that had come to light. Every piece she read she felt closer to an answer. The measly three books on time travel and there laws were of very little or any help to Hermione but she read them cover to cover again and again each time picking up new information. Discovering timelines was becoming increasingly easier with each book she read on the founders but as for how many full turns it would take to get there was an obscene number and she stopped after counting two hundred and eighty one thousand seven hundred and ninety six. She had to discover a faster way.

Hermione was unaware by how much time had passed as her life became very methodical. She would shower, work, sleep, eat, work, eat, work, sleep and shower again. At a guess it was close to Christmas as snow had started to fall as the weather grew colder and colder and she could see lights twinkling through her neighbour's windows. All of her hard work had been coming working up to this moment. Learning everything that she could n each of the founders, but her greatest achievement came Christmas morning she had finally found a way to manipulate the turner. If the "Sonorus" charm can amplify a voice then it must be able to be worked into a new form of charm to amplify another object or in this case the effects on the time turner. The delicate time turner was hanging on one of the black boards frame. This was it if she had it right casting her new Tempus charm would allow her to travel centauries at a time. There was only one way to test this and that was to actually do it. Hermione looked around her flat she could not bear to leave everything. Looking through a box of the past Hermione found a small beaded purse, she never did lift that undetectable extension charm and at this moment she was grateful for it. Packing her photos and a few of her favourite books, she was almost ready to leave. Taking out her wand and flicking it her apartment began to clean itself. Finally she left a note to her land lord with the month's rent.

Taking the time turner she placed the fine golden chain around her neck. This was it, tapping her wand on the turner she silently casted the charm Tempus the sand turned a light shade of green. Hermione turned it 10 and a half times. The familiar feeling of being in a fast flight came only something felt wrong her body could not handle it. The colours swirled around her everything was going too quickly, she could hear the blood pounding in her ears from the amount of pressure, it made her head feel as though her head was about to explode, Hermione tried screaming only no sound came out it was if she had no air to breathe. Hermione started to lose her consciousness she couldn't handle it. Closing her eyes she was begging it to come to an end.

Falling on her back with a thud Hermione, could not hear anything above her pulse thumping in her ears. She could feel something dripping on her face and the sensation of cold damp grass under her fingertips. There was a somewhat familiar smell in the air one that she'd smelt before. Where was she? When was she? She begged her body to move more than just her hands but nothing responded. She was about to blackout once more when she felt a hand on hers. Hermione then let the darkness take over.