Hermione stepped out of the terminal and made a bee line for the phone booths. She sat on the small bench provided and snapped the door shut. Pointing her wand at herself she took a deep breath.

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"Hello? Are you finished yet?" A rapping on the door woke her.

"Shut it Marcus. That person could be in the middle of a very important telephone call." A woman's voice floated through the door.

"There is a line. At all of the booths. and we have been waiting for ten minutes." The annoyance in the man's voice was apparent.

She looked around, confused by her surroundings. Her wand lay on the floor, and her beaded bag was slung over her shoulder. She stood slowly, feeling a pain in her head increasing with every moment that ticked by. She groaned and collected herself before exiting the small enclosed space. The angry man stood just outside the door and looked her up and down. "Had a good nap did you?" He snapped.

"Marcus! Are you alright sweetie?" She woman pushed passed her husband and grabbed Hermione's arm.

"Fine, just fine. Having a rough day, that's all." Hermione tried to smile as she walked away. She stopped after a few steps and spun in a circle, taking in her surroundings. For the looks of it she was in an airport in Bristol. She had zero clue as to how she ended up here.

The woman at the phone booth continued to stare, so Hermione quickly scampered away. She looked down and shoved her hands in her pockets to blend in to the crowd. Upon placing her hands in her pockets she came in contact with the familiar crinkle of paper. Hermione pulled out a folded square that she had written her own name on, but she couldn't place when she could have done it. She stopped and sat down on a bench to examine the strange object.

Hermione,

I know you are confused. I understand, but in order for you to keep everyone safe this is how it needs to be. You have been gone for a few months, looking for Ginny. You will remember the entirety of your trip at the correct timing but right now you need to go to the burrow. In the beaded bag you will find an envelope with everything you need to take down Tom. Go with Harry and Ron. Do not leave their sides again. They need you to bring him down.

All the best

Hermione.

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The pain in her head increased with every step she took. The path that lead to the burrow seemed longer with every step. Hermione wasn't sure how much further she would make it, her energy seemed completely gone. Her vision swam, and she fell to her knees. Her attempt to cry out was caught in her throat, and she fell back. She watched the blue cloudless sky before her vision faded out.

She opened her eyes to soft light and a warm homey smell that could only be the Burrow. She heard the mattress creek beneath her as she shifted her position.

"She is awake!" A voice called. "Hermione, hey, can you hear me?" Fleur leaned in brushing her platinum hair behind her ear.

The rumble of someone running up the stairs preceded the bed room door bursting open. Hermione winced as Molly ran to her bedside. She opened her eyes slowly again. Molly sat opposite from her daughter-in-law and put a hand on Hermione's forehead, pushing her hair away from her face.

"Can you hear us dear?" Molly asked concerned.

"Yes." She croaked, voice rough from disuse. Molly held a glass of water to her lips and held the back if her head, helping her take a few sips. Hermione coughed and cleared her throat while looking around the room. She was in Charlie's room, flowers rested in a vase at her bedside and the window had been thrown open, allowing a cool breeze to float in from the night air. A playpen sat next to her bed, a snoozing turquoise headed baby curled up with a light blanket at the bottom. Surprisingly enough all of the shouting had not disturbed the five month old.

"Fleur, I can take over. Why don't you contact the order and let them know she is awake." The woman nodded and left her mother-in-law with the newly woken woman and Teddy. "Harry and Ron are going to be so happy that you are conscious. I'm so relieved you are okay. I couldn't take loosing another one of my girls." Molly sniffed as she continued to brush the hair away from her face in a maternal manner.

"What happened?" Hermione whispered.

"We found you laid out in the front yard. You can imagine the shock. Only you can tell sat what happened before then." Molly said sweetly.

"I don't know. I remember seeing the burrow. Before that I was in an airport." she winced "I can't remember anything before that after Teddy was born. If I think to hard about it my head hurts. So something happened after November third. Was there an attack?"

"You didn't go missing until after Christmas dear. And you left us a note." Mrs. Weasley handed her a piece of parchment that had her familiar curvy writing on it.

I'm sorry I left like this, but someone would have stopped me. I will return soon. I need to go see something for myself.

Hermione

She looked up from the message just in time to see the bedroom door open, Harry and Ron tripping over one another to get to her.

"Hermione! What were you thinking?" Ron ran to her bedside grasping her hand.

"Give her space boys. She is still recovering, and doesn't remember anything." Molly tried to calm them down.

"You remember nothing?" Harry questioned.

"Last thing I remember is Teddy's birth. Which I assume was quite a while ago" she indicated toward the baby.

"Six months ago Saturday." Tonks entered the room and went strait for her watched as the now thin woman lifted her child and nuzzled him in him in his sleepy state. "Don't mind me. Just fetching my son" she smiled and exited the room.

"So you don't remember anything from the past six months?" Ron sat next to her on the bed as the room cleared of everyone other than the three of them.

"Like I told your mum. I remember being in an airport, I had a killer head ache. I found a note in my pocket that said I needed to come here. I can remember looking at the burrow and then waking up here. I can only remember bits of Teddy's birth, the days before are a bit fuzzy. Then my memory is clear. I'd I think about the last six months I draw a blank and my head hurts".

"A note in your pocket. Hmmm." Harry paced the room. He looked unbelievably scrawny, bags rested under his eyes, and he seemed quite restless. "Who could it have been from, you think?"

"Me." She slowly sat up, Ron helping her, propping pillows behind her to keep her from using a lot of her strength. "It was my hand writing and I signed it"

"Where is it then? Lets see it" Harry turned to her.

"Should be in my coat pocket." Harry went to the coat rack where her thick black coat hung. He dug in the pockets pulling the square out. Facing away from them he scanned the letter. After he had looked at it a few moments he turned and handed it to Ron and shoved his hands in his pockets awkwardly.

"At the correct timing? What does that even mean?" Ron looked at her over the letter.

"Harry could you hand me my beaded bag please?" She requested. He pulled the tiny bag off the rag and placed it in her open hand. She dug for a moment, pulling various odds and ends out, before finally retrieving a fat envelope.

"So you performed a memory charm on yourself. That's why you can't remember. Why would you do that? You of all people know how magic can go wrong." Harry pondered aloud, pulling a chair to her bedside.

"I must have had a good reason to take that risk." Hermione opened the seal and pulled a large stack of papers out. A paper laid on top with huge print in writing not of her own.

Do not kill Draco Malfoy. He is helping. If he dies you are doing a huge disservice to your selves. Do not contact him. He will approach you in due time.

"The fuck?" Ron looked up at his friends.

"Can we even trust this Hermione? What if it is just a huge trap?" Harry picked up the top sheet.

"I dunno Harry, but I feel like we should. I can just feel it in my bones." She picked up the next paper. "The rest of this seems to have been written by me. Lets each take a section and see what I have to say."

Harry and Ron took a small stack each and left the room, leaving Hermione to try and understand why she would leave for six months without telling a soul to look for Ginny. Ginny was dead, she saw her body, would she go searching for a dead girl who is buried in the cemetery out back? Hermione sighed and pulled the first paper off the stack, ready to end the war.

A/N- Hey Guys! I have GREAT news! I, Danie, have just finished this fanfiction and began writing the sequel! We have nine more chapters after this one and I am in the edited process right now. I can't believe it! So, if you guys want these chapters more often, or at the same rate, let me know. Just remember, if I post twice a week, you have five more weeks worth of chapters but I have less time to write the sequel. let me know in your reviews! (also I finally watched A Very Potter musical, the sequel and Senior year. I am obsessed.) Love you guys!