After the final battle, Hermione is trapped. Then fate sends her much further from home than she could have imagined, into the arms of Tom Riddle. Ambition and fear war with love and integrity as Hermione tries to create a new future for the whole world.

When circumstances force Hermione to put her fate in the hands of Draco Malfoy, she doesn't think any good will come of it. Only time will tell whether she's right... HG/DM. EWE.

Something wasn't right. Something was wrong. She didn't remember that hand print, etched into the walls. That hand wasn't hers. And it certainly was not Ron's or Harry's hand. A sick feeling settled into her stomach. If what Harry said was true, she had lost two years' worth of birthdays, dinners, family gatherings, laughs, tears, joys, and anxieties.

Hermione is killed by Voldemort, and is now dead. Well, sort of. Turns out that death is a little more complex than she knew. Ignores epilogue and last 50ish pages of DH.