Summary: Hermione Granger found herself in a strange land unlike her own. On a mission to do the impossible. To find the last and final Horcrux that Voldemort had successfully hidden. Jon/Hermione/Robb the continuation of 'In the Dead of the Night' includes the prologue.

A/N: Well here is a new chapter. This is a huge surprise through who comes in the story. I had to debate on doing this for awhile through

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Golden Trio

Chapter 13

Albus Dumbledore sat patiently listening to young Mr. Potter's story about how his memory kept on forming gaps and despite of what Severus Snape told him about Mr. Potter's abilities of not having enough strong will power proved very wrong and with a heavy heart Dumbledore looked up at Mr. Potter through his glasses with a very grim expression on his face.

"Mr. Potter everything you're experiencing is completely normal." He spoke his words very carefully, judging Harry's expression which of course turned into being confused and finally anger. Mr. Potter always let his anger control his actions.

"Normal? Sir, someone is playing in my head and the last time that happened it wasn't normal." Harry scowled at his professor advice, remembering what happened to his Godfather a few years ago. On how Voldemort used the connection in his mind to lure him. The guilt of his godfather death didn't leave him till this day. He still blamed himself. If he would have listened to Hermione. If he could have just stop and think of once then maybe Sirius would still be here for him.

Dumbledore expected this reaction from Mr. Potter and he smiled fondly at the boy he considered as a grandson.

"It's exactly what I meant Mr. Potter. It's normal. The girl in the photo and in your memory had decided to go back in time to help win this war and with the price all traces of her will disappear or fade from this world all together. Soon, my boy, you wouldn't even remember her."

Harry sat there and gaped at him in shock. He was telling him all this very calm like the person that he stated that went into the past to help with the war. The one that memory served was one of his best friends. It was like she didn't even matter at all.

Harry crunched his fist together and bit down his lip in anger and distress. Guilt rush over him like a wave and all he wanted was to go back in time and stop…this girl before she left. It wasn't her battle.

"Was she alone?" Harry uttered from his own lips. His voice almost shake from his own question. He know how loneness works. He know how it felt being alone…before he met Ron….he felt so alone and dark.

"When she left…yes. Mr. Potter, but I'm sure, she's making her own life right now as we speak." Dumbledore soothed the teen peacefully, but Mr. Potter still looked very troubled.

"This is not fair. No one should be alone doing this. She shouldn't be alone going off by herself doing what I should be doing." Harry barked and the professor didn't even look surprised about his out bust. The memories of the girl was still there in his mind but the smallest information about her was fading, like her name, like her age, like what she was personality like, but he knew, that his heart knew that he felt a very strong bond for his friend.

"I understand your pain, Mr. Potter, but it has to be done. I trust Ms. Granger with the task and I place all of our lives in the palm of her hands. Her sacrifice will be noted and the future will live on in her name I promise you that."

There was a few moments of silence before Dumbledore spoke once more.

"I suggest Mr. Potter to retire for the night and get some rest. Soon you wouldn't even remember her." Dumbledore gave a look of pity to him. Harry stood up from his chair suddenly, his emerald eyes blazed with fire.

"But I don't want to. This is my fight. I'm not going to abandon her all alone. Send me to her, Professor. Please." Harry pleaded, and Dumbledore didn't look very much convinced.

"I'm sorry my boy, but I cannot. You're needed here, like Ms. Granger is needed where she is or was. There is no return from where she went and the prophecy need to be full-filled. You my boy need to be the one to single hand defeat Voldemort." Dumbledore rejected his plea with a look of pity.

Harry didn't like that look.

He always hated that look. He hated being pitied. Harry wasn't really that bright but he considered himself around normal. He could think fast on his feet. Something that girl he doesn't know the name of couldn't do.

Dumbledore reminded Harry of the rubbish prophecy that ended his parents lives, but he had faintly remembered someone else born on the same date of his birthday. Someone with the same chance as he and so Harry slammed his hands down on Dumbledore's desk and spoke-"You still got someone other than me to end this war, Professor. Let me go help her. Neville Longbottom is more than welcome to have my position." Harry started arguing and Dumbledore didn't find any reason to degree about it.

The whole prophecy had come down to their birthdays at the very start. It was Harry misfortune that Voldemort decided it was him instead of Longbottom.

Mr. Potter had surprised him once more. His loyalty for his friends ran so deep and he was a true Gryffindor. He was so much like his parents and even his godfather. Dumbledore tried to derail him once more. One last time.

"Mr. Potter, I hope you know this is permeant. You cannot come back. You will be travelling back in time with no way of returning to your life here and like Ms. Granger, people will forget. Your friends will not remember you. Your timeline will be gone, forgotten in time replaced by another." Dumbledore explained to Mr. Potter, but the young boy was very stubborn.

Harry's lip trembled remembering his friends and family, remembering his girlfriend Ginny, who was up in the common room unware of what her boyfriend was basically doing right now.

"I will miss them, I will admit that part…but I still can't leave her alone. I can't explain it but deep down I know she's always there for me when I needed her. I can't leave her to this quest alone. She could have die!" Harry almost shouted the last sentence at him.

Die.

She could have died.

All because of him.

Another death added on his list.

He didn't want another regret.

"Very well, Mr. Potter. You may go and pack what you needed and say your goodbyes but I must warn you. Speak of this to the ones you only trust and the place I will send you are afraid of our magic. You may have well remember that fact and that fact will keep you alive."

Harry left Dumbledore's office with a new sense of a mission on his head and he felt a bit guilt of dumping everything on poor Neville, but he knew that he could handle it. Neville was both strong and brave, just like he was. He can pull through.

When he reached the painting that lead to his common room, he quickly gave out the password without much thought. The Fat Lady opened the door and let him passed.

What should he packed?

How can he tell both Ron and Ginny goodbye?

Harry knew he couldn't take his trunk with him. He was pretty good with transformation. He could transform his uniform into something right in the time period when he arrived. He saw many movies circling around eras during his past summers with those rare moments when he was left alone in the house.

His heart felt very heavy, when he packed small bag. He packed his photo album that featured his family and friends. He even packed his invisibility cloak, the marauders map, some socks, pants and a few shirts and his black cloak. He shrunk the items down before placing one of his charm book and DADA guide that he kept over the years since Remus Lupin left. He even packed the picture of him and Ginny. When he was done packing he throw the bag pack over his shoulders and left the room and soon he was met with both gingers in the common room, both staring at them with a serious expressions on their faces.

"What's wrong Harry? You just walked passed me without a hello. Why are you carrying a bag?" Ginny his girlfriend asked him confused and with concern in her eyes.

"Yeah, mate. You have me worry. You'll never ignore my sister." Ron spoke with the same concern that his sister shared. Harry took a few deep breathes before he reply to them both.

"I'm leaving." He stated. Ron gawked at him.

"WHAT?"

"Harry you don't mean that." Ginny gentle voice overpower Ron's and she stepped forward and hugged him.

Harry returned her hug, fearing it might be the last time he can do so.

"I'm being honest. I am leaving. I have something to do. I have to help someone."

"Is it about the girl in the photo you asked me about earlier? The girl with the bushy brown haired that I have no idea on how she got a picture of us both?" Ron asked.

Harry eyes looked down at the ground. That was all that convinced them. Ginny was angry. Her boyfriend was leaving for some tart?

"You're saying you just walking away, from us. To help some tart risking your life? How stupid can you be, Harry! There are people out there wanted you dead and you just going to walk right straight up to them!" Ginny fury could have rivaled her mother.

"You don't understand, Ginny. It's not some girl. She's my best mate-he looked over to Ron- and you would have remember if you try to hold on. You fancied her for five years and then you forget all about her. But I don't have that fantasy. I have to live what she decided to do to win this war. To protect all of us." Harry explained guilt laced his voice.

"and I don't think I'm able to come back at the end." Harry whispered, fear entered his heart. What he was losing now hit him full on. He will lose everything.

There were a few moments of silence before Ron finally spoke.

"I don't remember her. I can't even think of her, but I do know that my heart pings…and what have they call us back in first year when we defeated that Troll? The Golden Duo?"

Harry shook his head.

"The Golden Trio, Ron."

"Right, and it wouldn't be a trio anymore if I let you leave. So I'm coming with you mate."

"Ron…"

"Me too." The red haired girl suddenly spoke up sharply,

"I will not let my future husband walk away from me." And then she disappeared toward the dormitory, leaving Harry behind blushing at her statement.

The two of them packed. They packed the basic things and Harry told them Dumbledore's words about where he was going. The three of them headed to the Headmaster's office and when they all arrived Dumbledore didn't look that much surprised that he brought guests.

He looked at the three with a twinkled in his eye.

"You all ready?" He spoke, the three of them nodded their heads bravely. Dumbledore pulled Harry into a huge big hug, "Make us proud my boy." He spoke to Harry and soon they don't know no more, falling into a deep abyss.

It was dark when they come about. Harry was the first one to wake up and he felt something cold and wet under him. His head started to pound getting a headache.

He was surrounded by tall trees. Trees that can reached miles away, then he started to crawl next to his girlfriend. Ginny laid lifeless on the cold snow, but she was still breathing.

"Ginny?-he tugged on her shoulders before turning to Ron- Ron?" He shook his best mate. Howling can be heard in a distance. Ginny started to wake up with a groan.

"Where are we?" She uttered and finally Ron came to. He was rubbing his forehead.

"I have no idea." Harry replied standing up, the two of them followed his lead.

"Now that we're here, we need to find her." Harry said, pointing his wand in the air and did a quick point me charm. A charm that he learned in his fourth year and had become really useful in the maze.

There was a huge white arrow appeared before the three of them pointing to another direction.

"Looks like we have to walk." He commented. Ginny wrapped her arm around Harry's shivering from the cold. They all walked like it was for hours and nothing came in view. He wondered if the charm had failed him until he saw a huge castle loomed over them surrounded by huge walls.

Medieval, Harry decided cancelling his charm remembering about Dumbledore's advice.

"What are you doing?" Ron hissed freezing, and Harry shrugged his shoulders.

"I know it's cold but I don't fancy myself being burned at this moment. The charm points at the castle over there anyway, but first we have to transform our cloths to something people in this time might wear." Harry pointed out to his two friends with a fast explanation. He must have learned this from the girl.

"You're right." Ginny responded, bringing her wand she quickly transformed her school uniform into a long dark pink dress. Ron transformed his uniform into a pair of dark shirt and trousers while Harry did the same.
"Now hide your wands." He instructed.

Hermione Granger watched the sun went down over the horizon. It had been about 12 hours since her encounter with Robb. 12 hours that she ran away from Jon from her feelings. She couldn't get too attached. Then she heard a huge commotion outside her chambers. Curious, she opened her door, but in time for the Captain of the Guard telling everyone to stay in their rooms. That they have unexpected visitors at this late at night, but Hermione really not one for the rules anymore. So she followed the guards down the hall where she was met with Lord Stark who looked very grim at the interruption. He was dressed in his night clothes and Lady Stark was next to him wearing a thin gown. Her hair hung lose behind her shoulders. Ned leaned down to his wife's ear, "Go back and get some rest my love. I handle this." He smiled at her fondly.

They all walked down the hall and to the prison cells that the guards had placed the people in and was met with both Robb and Jon along the way. The two of them were always very curious. When they arrived at the holding cell, Lord Stark forbid Hermione to enter but she stood her ground against him much to his annoyance before finally agreeing that she can come, as long as she obey whatever he says. These people could be dangerous for all he know.

What met Hermione in the cells almost made her faint. There stood her best friends in the whole world all dressed in ridiculous period costumes.
"Harry!" She shrieked.

The Golden Trio reunited…but at what cost?