A/N: Written for Hermione's Haven Roll-a-Drabble Prompt in March 2019. My Roll-a-Drabble prompts were: Hermione/Harry. I got to choose my trope, but did a Wheel Decide (seriously the best thing ever) and it chose Time Travel for me! No beta other than Grammarly. I will be updating these for each month that I do them. They will have a variety of pairings, but all are starring Hermione. Ratings will be a solid M for curse words. And the goal is to be between 100-1k words. Find me on Tumblr at crochetawayhpff.

Raising Hell

"Are we actually doing this?" Harry asked, looking around the carnage that was Hogwarts.

"What option do we have?" Hermione hissed, gritting her teeth. They were gone, everyone was gone. Sure, Tom Riddle was gone too, but so was everyone else. It was just Hermione and Harry left. They hadn't been to the Ministry, but it seemed as if everyone in the wizarding world was dead. The concussive blast of Hermione's shield charm killed the entire battlefield.

"How far back?" Harry asked as Hermione looped the chain of the Time-Turner over his head. She stumbled on some debris underfoot and looked down as Harry steadied her by placing his hands on her hips. Her heart beat rapidly, but all she could see was the severed hand under her foot. She couldn't think about the implications of Harry's hands because the only thing in her field of vision was that bloodied stump.

"Hermione," Harry asked, tilting her head up with a finger under the chin to look at him. Her eyes were wide and she took a deep breath as the calm in Harry's eyes calmed her. "How far back?"

"W-Would you like to see your parents again?" Hermione asked. "We could go back to the late '70s. Get rid of all the Horcruxes and kill Voldemort before he gets to your parents."

Harry swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. Hermione's eyes flicked down to watch it, then to his lips, and finally to his eyes. She knew the idea was tempting. It was so very tempting.

"What if we go further back?" Harry asked.

"Do we kill baby Hitler?" Hermione responded. "I don't know."

Harry shook his head, not understanding. Hermione explained, "It's a thought experiment, except it doesn't have to be. If you could go back in time and kill baby Hitler, would you? If you say yes, good God, you're a baby killer. If you say no, but it's Hitler! Either way…"

"A catch twenty-two," Harry mused.

"We don't have to kill him," Hermione said. "We could go back far enough to adopt him."

"Raise him as our own." Harry gazed down at her, contemplating the idea.

"Guide him to become the great wizard he could be instead of the terrible one he was," Hermione whispered, suddenly caught by the idea of molding Tom Riddle in her own image.

"He'd still rival Dumbledore," Harry cautioned.

"Because Dumbledore's 'Greater Good' was such a good policy?" Hermione snorted. "Besides, we'd have the benefit of precognition."

Harry bit his lip and looked away, across the ruined school that held all of his happiest memories. "Let's do it."

"Alright," Hermione agreed calmly. She did the math in her head. Tom Riddle was born in 1926, they would have to travel back seventy-two years. "We aren't prepared," she said suddenly, shaking her head and going to remove the Time-Turner from around their necks. There was so much to do, to figure out before traveling back so far...

Harry stilled her hands before she could remove the chain from their necks. "There's no time. We do it now, knowing we're never coming back here."

Hermione looked up at him, trusting that he would be with her through it all. She turned back to the Time-Turner and made the requisite calculations, moving the rings precisely. Barely breathing as she worked. Harry's hands were warm on her wrists.

"Do it," Harry whispered, holding her to him tightly, wrapping his strong arms around her. Just as she let the pin fall and the rings spin, Harry leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

~Fin~