A/N: Hey, guys! Before you start, I just want to clear one thing up. Hermione will be more confident and sarcastic in this fanfic. Sorry about that. I know it's a bit OOC; I just feel that it's necessary. I mean, having knowledge of the future would do that to a person, wouldn't it? Okay, I think that's it. Let me know, if you have any questions, complaints, or suggestions. Compliments are preferred, but criticism is always welcome (and will be analysed). Thank you :)

Random note: I do not, by all means, am trying to imply that the idea of Hermione going back in time and starting all over is original (there are a lot of fanfictions that start this way). This story was inspired by all of the Hermione time-travel fics. In particular, I would like to thank the authors of Roundabout Destiny and the Thief of Time for inspiring me. If you guys haven't read them – do (although, the author of the Thief of Time stopped uploading in 2009, after 10 chapters). I've read the Thief of Time a couple of years ago, and the idea was really interesting (though I don't think Harry would ever sacrifice Hermione for selfish reasons, but maybe I misunderstood it). It was, after all, one of the first fics to take that direction. Moreover, it, most definitely, was the first story portraying Hermione as Lily's twin. However, Roundabout destiny was the story that inspired me to write one of my own. Seeing Hermione as a really strong character was refreshing. Originally, I wanted Hermione to travel back to Voldemort's time (which is the story that I will probably write afterwards), but I love Hermione/Sirius pairing too much. On the other note, the plot of this story IS my original idea, and I hope you will like it.

Disclaimer: As much as I would love to, I do not own anything you recognise.

Merlin's Box

Chapter 1 – The Box

She's been searching and preparing for ages. Three long years, if one cared enough to count. Hell, she couldn't even say the word 'research' anymore, it made her sick. Hmm, wasn't that ironic? Miss little know-it-all, the bookworm, fed up with her studies. Hermione would have laughed, if it wasn't so damn sad. She must have read all the books in the wizarding world, watched every single memory even remotely connected to Voldemort, and mastered both wandless and nonverbal magic (as well as every imaginable duel technique). Not to mention the physical training nightmare she had to go through. To sum up, Hermione was annoyed, irritated, tired, and completely exhausted. But she was close, so bloody close. Therefore, she refused to give up now, not when she finally knew and had everything needed to change this mess. There was only one thing left to do.

Hermione said her goodbyes and focused on the three D's.

The cottage looked just as it did three years ago – as if someone took it out of the muggle fairy tale and put it there. It was literally the house that Hermione imagined every time her mom read her a bed-time story with a witch in it. It simply screamed the word 'magic' at you. Then again, maybe Hermione just looked at it differently because she knew who used to live there. Of course, it wasn't like the current owner was any less.. intriguing. Ah, Mrs. Aurora Gamp. She held a lot of respect in Hermione's heart. After all, Aurora managed to give her much needed hope; even if it was done in the most unconventional way.

Before Hermione had time to take a trip down the memory lane, the doors swung open, and, just like three years ago, Mrs. Gamp stepped out. She was wearing an emerald green gown that emphasised her red lips and abnormally curly blond hair. However, this time it was not irritation Hermione saw in those captivating green eyes, but rather recognition and excitement.

"Ah, Hermione, long time no see! Please, do come in," Aurora greeted her.

She led Hermione to the living room, where they settled on the couch in front of the fireplace. Hermione saw two cups of tea already waiting for them on the coffee table nearby. Impressive. She also noticed the way Aurora was eyeing her up and down. Hmm, maybe it wasn't such a great idea to drop by unannounced. She doesn't seem too happy about it.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Gamp. I apologize for not sending an owl in advance," Hermione started.

"Oh, don't worry, Hermione, it's great to have you here," the woman waved her off. "But if I might add, you look rather tired. How are you, my child?" She added after a pause. There was an obvious concern in her eyes. Hell, I must look way worse than I thought.

"I don't think you would like my honest answer, so I am just going to settle on 'fine'," Hermione answered with a sad smile. "And how are you today, Mrs. Gamp?" She added quickly.

"I'm rather well, thank you, dear," Mrs. Gamp answered and Hermione was instantly reminded of Mrs. Weasley. "Now, am I right to assume that this is not a social visit and you're finally ready?" She put in.

Was Hermione ready? She did not know. She thought about it a lot in the past few years. To be perfectly honest, how can you be ready to alter the history? How can you be ready to feel responsible for all of the changes? Though it couldn't get any worse, could it? Not likely. Then again, was 'not likely' enough? Was she prepared to risk everything for the possibility of a new and brighter future? Yes. The answer was rather obvious. It was the only answer, really. The alternative was simply not acceptable. Too many people have died for her to feel scared and cautious. She was ready.

Seeing Hermione's nod, Aurora smiled brightly and exclaimed, "Let's go!"

Hermione followed her. She couldn't help but laugh at the eagerness of the older witch. After all, she was just as excited. Terrified, of course, but excited nonetheless. This was it. This was where, hopefully, all of her hard work, tears, and pain would pay off. She has been waiting for this opportunity since the day Harry died.

-Flashback-

Harry Potter was killed. Five years after he defeated the darkest wizard to ever walk on this earth, Harry Potter was killed by the very same brainless idiot he once helped to save – Gregory Goyle. Apparently, Harry was walking down the Diagon alley with his heavily pregnant wife Ginevra, when, all of a sudden and seemingly out of nowhere, Goyle appeared and started shouting some nonsense about everything being Harry's fault, adding how he deserved to suffer as much as Goyle did (later on it was discovered, that Goyle's wife left him for a muggleborn wizard Justin Finch-Fletchey). He then shot the killing curse in Ginny's direction. However, before anyone had time to react, Harry jumped in front of his wife and took the hit. And that was it. That was the end of Harry Potter.

Nobody could believe it. It just wasn't fair. How, for the sake of Merlin, could this have happened? How could Harry Potter, a.k.a. the boy-who-lived, the chosen one, the youngest head auror in the century, and the savior of the wizarding world, have been killed by Gregory Goyle, a.k.a. the guy who wasn't even capable of spelling his own surname? And during the time of peace… Ridiculous! But then again, it was understandable. Everyone knew that Harry would have sacrificed anything if it meant Ginny's safety, not to mention the safety of their son. And, as a head auror, he would have known that there was no other scenario in which Ginny would survive without harming the child. She couldn't just jump out of the way; she was seven months pregnant, after all.

Harry's death changed everything. For some reason, the Death Eaters considered Harry to be the only reason they couldn't avenge their Dark Lord and gain the power once more. Therefore, when that obstacle was removed, they decided to try again.

The next four years, were the worst England has ever seen. It was better when Voldemort was in power. At least his attacks were planned and targeted specific people. There was a possibility to stop them, before anyone was hurt. Plus, he was the leader of the dark side. That meant that with his death, all would end. And it did. But now… the only word to describe this was 'chaos'. Attacks were random. To be honest, they weren't even attacks. More often than not, Death Eaters were killing out of boredom. Consequently, people were killed for visiting the Diagon Alley at the wrong time. Nobody knew what was happening; they just knew to be ready at all times. But the worst of it all was that nobody knew how to stop it. It didn't matter how many Death Eaters were captured, they just kept going and slaughtering people. World was becoming a dark place where wizards would get scared of their own shadows. It wasn't great for the Death Eaters either. Not that many wizards on the 'light' side still played with stunning or disarming spells. New motto of the wizarding world was 'kill or be killed'.

The saddest thing was that both sides just wanted for it all to end, but neither one of them wanted to give up.

When Hermione wasn't fighting, she was trying to find something that could end this. She was thinking on the lines of some kind of mass-memory-alteration type of thing, or a way to capture all people with the same tattoos at once. Needless to say, she didn't have much luck. But she never gave up. Once she was done at Hogwarts, she continued in the Black family library. She didn't even care that most of the books there were as dark as it gets. If she found something useful, she would use it. Her moral compass broke a long time ago and she was pretty desperate.

Despite her determination, she couldn't find anything of use. Most of the books were talking about torture or poisons of some sort. Nothing she couldn't find in the restricted section at Hogwarts. She was quite disappointed. All that was left were some legends, myths, and that sort of stuff.

Not expecting much, she opened 'Magical Myths and Lost Treasures'. It was a long shot, but a shot nonetheless. The book discussed most of the real and mythical valuables with magical properties. It included descriptions of founders' relics, as well as some of the more practical devices, such as time-turners. Suddenly, her eyes focused on one particular page and it became hard to breathe. Was it what she thought it was?

MERLIN'S BOX

CREATOR: Merlin (allegedly).

MAIN PURPOSE: Time travel and alteration of history.

FIRST MENTION:A Story of a Young Muggle-Born Named Arthur(Geoffrey Pendragon, 1138).

SIGNIFICANCE: Differently from other devices, Merlin's Box is thought to be the only mechanism capable of avoiding any and all time travel paradoxes.

CONFIRMED USERS: None.

SUSPECTED USERS: King Arthur, Edwin Malory, Baba Yaga, Pontus Telchine.

SUSPECTED PROBLEMS: Only five boxes were made; the user can only use the device once; no possibility of coming back; time period travelled is, most likely, chosen by The Box; new identity is chosen by The Box; The Box is capable of refusing service, if it considers the user unworthy.

EXPECTED LOCATION: According to the legend, "One has to go to the place where the finest student of the greatest four, has lost his heart to the woman on the other shore."

DISCLAIMER: Provided information has not been confirmed, and is provided solely for learning purposes.

Hermione was flabbergasted. She stayed on the couch, eyes still transfixed on the page, for what seemed like an hour. When she finally realised what all of that meant, she couldn't believe her luck. This was what she was looking for. They could change it, all of it. Well, no. Hermione would have to change it. She was the only one who could.

She would kill Voldemort, before he even became powerful. Dumbledore, Snape, Fred, Lupin, Tonks, Sirius, George, Harry, and countless others would get a second chance at happiness. She would get a chance at happiness.

Of course, there were some major flaws in her plan. For one, if she understood correctly, nobody knew if the thing actually worked. It was featured in a legend, for Merlin's sake. Then again, if Hermione learned one thing from legends, it was that they were always at least partly true. But even if the Box actually existed, what were the chances that there was a single Box left? There were four suspected users already. Plus, how could Hermione know whether or not the Box would consider her worthy? And she couldn't even know how far back the damn thing would send her anyway. And what did the 'identity change' mean?

There were way too many questions and no reassurances whatsoever. But it was the only way to change something, wasn't it? She could either put all her effort and hope into this, or keep on trying to survive, and pray for the current madness to end. For her, the latter wasn't even an option.

Hermione took her wand out and conjured a messenger patronus.

"Ron, get everyone and meet me at 5pm in the Grimmauld's Place. I found something," Hermione said quickly and dismissed her otter.

She didn't know why she said 'everyone'. Only a handful of people from the order were still alive. To clear up, the following meeting would involve five people – Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Bill, and Arthur. Not the best action team, if she was being honest, but it was all they had.

"Hermione, I don't think that this is such a good idea. Maybe we should focus on changing the present," Bill started when Hermione finished her story and showed them the book. "I understand where you are coming from, but this would be too risky. You wouldn't even know how far back it would send you," he continued. "Perhaps, if you are so keen on time travel, we could think of another way to do this," Bill added after seeing Hermione's furious expression. "We just need to talk things out and we will have a plan of action in no time. Focusing on the box would just be a waste of time."

"This meeting is a waste of time!" Hermione all but shouted. "I thought you guys would be thrilled to know that there could be a way to stop everything; to start all over. Time travel is our only hope and you know it," Hermione could feel the anger rising. "And what do you mean 'another way to do this'? Do you honestly believe that we know all the theories and concepts behind the time travel, not to mention the means for it, to actually-"

"What about a time turner?" Ron interrupted. "I mean, I know the Ministry said that they were all destroyed, but I bet there is at least one left somewhere, right 'Mione? Or we could make one!" His voice echoed through the room. For some reason Ron seemed to be proud of his little 'revelation'. Idiot. No wonder, we didn't last long as a couple.

"Ron," Hermione said while rubbing her temples and wondering how long it will take for her to completely lose it. "Since I am your friend, I will not laugh in your face and hex your pants off for the rude interruption, but explain why that idea is not even worth to be called an 'idea'," Breathe, Hermione, breathe. Being mean won't get you far. "First of all, no, there are NO time turners left. Second of all, it would take about a year to make a fully functional time turner and the slightest miscalculation could lead to a horrible death while attempting to use it. Finally, even if we miraculously found a time turner lying on the ground or took the time to make a successful one, it wouldn't change a thing. You want to know why? Because a time-turner can only go back twenty-four hours and that WOULD NOT FIX OUR PROBLEMS, NOW WOULD IT, RONALD?!" She shouted. So much for being nice.

"Okay, guys, calm down," Mr. Weasley interrupted. "This is not the time for arguments. We have to stay strong, if we want to stay alive. Now, Hermione," he focused his attention on the girl. "Your idea, risky as it might be, could be the best option we have." Sensing Bill's disapproving look, he added, "I think we should at least investigate whether or not it is possible to do it. Do you have any idea, how we could determine the location of the Box?" He asked Hermione.

"I already have," she started with a hint of pride in her voice, all anger forgotten. "It was kind of easy, really. The 'finest student of the greatest four' is obviously Merlin. Everyone knows that he went to Hogwarts and was taught by the founders themselves."

Arthur and the others nodded at that. It was a well-known fact that the students of Hogwarts were quite proud of. "The second part confused me, though," Hermione continued. "I couldn't understand any of it for a long time. And then it all clicked. You see, the author used muggle references in the hint. If you looked into the wizarding literature, there is not much said about Merlin's personal life, not to mention his love life. In the muggle legends, however, Merlin was in love with Vivien of Avalon, also known as the Lady of the Lake, or in this case, 'the woman on the other shore'," she cleared up. "In the end, after he taught her all that he knew, she killed him and became the most powerful witch of that time. The full story has quite a few different versions, but this is the outline."

"So we need to look for the place where he was killed?" Arthur tried to follow.

"We could, but I think that would be a mistake," she answered. "I believe that when the author said 'lost his heart', he meant 'gave it away'. I think we need a place, where Merlin fell in love with Vivien. And, according to the legend, that would be the Lake Avalon. I suppose that's why he used the shore reference," Hermione added thoughtfully.

"Alright. It seems that you've covered almost everything," Arthur smiled. "All that we need to do now is decide who should be the one to do this. If I understood correctly, there might be only one Box left-"

"I'll do it," Ginny suddenly stood up, surprising everyone. "I should be the one to fix it. All of this is my fault anyway. I am the reason we even need to go back."

"Ginny, do not blame yourself for Harry's death," Hermione said, before anyone else had time to react. "If you want to blame anyone, blame Goyle. He was the one who cast the curse. You had nothing to do with it, so don't you dare take the blame or try and sacrifice yourself," she added. "Plus, it wouldn't work anyway, because I am the one who has to do it."

"Why does it have to be you?" Ron asked. "Just because you found the information, you don't have to be the one to go."

"Yes, I do. Don't you see? I am the only person in here, who has nothing to lose," she said ignoring Ron's protests. "All of you would lose much more if you chose to do this. Think about it," she added and looked at the youngest Weasley. "Ginny, if you did this, you probably would lose a chance to be with Harry ever again, to have James. I cannot let you do this to yourself," Hermione told her and turned to the others. It was sad to think that out of all of them, she was the only one with nothing going on in her life. She was twenty seven years old, and was loved only by her cat. She tried to blame it on the war, but everyone else seemed capable of living their lives despite everything. Even Ron and Luna got together and were expecting their second child. She had no one.

But now was not the time to cry about her life.

"As I was saying, I will be the one to go," she said after a pause. "That is, if the Box will consider me 'worthy'. If not, then we will have this discussion again," Hermione finished with an authoritative tone.

"Are you sure about this?" Arthur asked. "It is a big commitment."

"I am sure," Hermione replied annoyed. She was still, in spite of everything, the brightest witch of her age. Of course she knew how big this was. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? We don't even know if the box works," she continued. "I will go to the Lake and see if there is anything there that could give us more information. Afterwards, I will report back. Is that alright with everyone?"

After everyone reluctantly agreed, she thanked them and went to get her things. She decided to leave straight away. Staying here any longer would only give others more opportunities to try and talk her out of going.

Once she had everything, Hermione apparated to Hogsmeade. It was the closest place to the Lake Avalon that she could imagine clearly enough for apparition. Once she was there, she went to the Hog's Head and borrowed a broom. Flying was the fastest way to get there.

It was funny how much Hermione has changed since the Second War. She became the epitome of bravery. She knew that in order to survive and save lives, she had to throw away all her fears. Therefore, the girl who was once too scared to even look at the broom was long gone.

It wasn't a big step, though. Once she got over her initial fear of heights, Hermione enjoyed flying quite a bit. And she was good at it too. She wasn't scared to go as fast as was possible; plus, due to her knowledge of Physics, she could avoid the hardest obstacles without slowing down. It helped her to avoid death many times in the past few years.

After mounting the broom and casting a few spells (which included all kinds of safety, cushioning and muggle repellent charms), she started her long journey.

She was walking around the lake for what seemed to be an eternity. There was nothing out of the ordinary. She even jumped into the stupid thing. Nothing! How was that possible? She was so sure it was here. How could she save the world, if she couldn't even solve a simple riddle?

Hermione was almost ready to apparate home, cry, and start all over, when she noticed the passage that led to a forest nearby.

"Please be it, please be it," she repeated the sentence like a mantra on her way there.

After a few minutes of walking down the path, it let her to a cottage-type house. The sight made Hermione's jaw drop.

"Oh, that's definitely it," she concluded.

Hermione couldn't understand what made the house so spectacular. It did have peculiar features, i.e. triangle shaped windows, and the oddly shaped plants/flowers all around that were definitely not the typical floras of a simple forest in Scotland. It made it look like a fairy-tale house. You could know that there was something strange going on in here, just by looking at it.

Amused, she reached the door and knocked on it three times. What really surprised her was that the door opened straight away and a woman's voice invited her in.

Once she was inside, she noticed the woman sitting in the living room on her left. She looked amazing. The woman had a navy blue robe on, and her make-up was flawless. Even her hair seemed to make the woman look as a goddess, albeit as bushy and curly, as Hermione's once were. The only thing that didn't seem right was the expression in her face as she looked at Hermione. The woman was shamelessly eyeing Hermione up and down, while her eyes showed obvious disapproval and irritation.

"What do you want?" The woman asked straight away.

"Oh. Um, hello," Hermione started hesitantly. "My name is Hermione Granger. I came here today to ask you about the Merlin's Box." The last part sounded more as question.

"Merlin's Box? You don't say," the woman replied sarcastically. "And what would you like to know about the said device?" She asked in a tone that one would use only in a presence of a child.

"I have quite a few questions, actually," Hermione answered with a new found confidence. She didn't appreciate the woman's manners; however, she had to be nice, if she wanted to see the Box at some point.

"Let's hear them then," the woman challenged her with an amused expression. It seemed as if Hermione's confidence made the woman respect her more.

"Alright," Hermione said and took a deep breath before speaking. "Are there any boxes left? Can more than one person use the Box? How does it avoid all of the paradoxes? What does the 'new identity' mean? Is it possible to choose how far back you can travel? How does the Box determine whether a person is worthy? Is it painful? And Finally, Who are you?" Hermione finished with no air in her lungs.

"You know, I'm starting to like you, child," the woman laughed. "Take a seat. I'll get you something to drink and we'll start," she added.

Once Hermione was seated and had a cup of tea in her hands, the woman continued. "Well, first of all, my Name is Mrs. Aurora Gamp. I am the guardian of Merlin's Boxes, as well as a current resident of this house. It used to belong to Vivien of Avalon, and that is why the Boxes were all in here," she paused to see if Hermione understood what she was talking about. After Hermione's nod, she continued. "Now, there is only one box left and, unfortunately, it can only serve one person," she said with a sad smile. "Okay, next question," Aurora continued. "The paradox stuff is rather hard to explain, but I will try my best. You see, when a person uses the Box, his soul and magic is transported. The user finds himself in a new body. The new body should be of the same gender, and have a few similar features, but most of it would be different. Merlin called it the 'fresh start factor'," Mrs. Gamp chuckled. "I guess that also answers your identity question," she added. "And yes, once the old memories hit the new body, it would most likely result in a relatively painful migraine for around half an hour. But it's noting a normal person couldn't handle," she shrugged. "Anyway, continuing with the paradoxes. Think about the box as about a mechanism that creates a new reality, without the original you in it. In other words, you were born in the time the Box chose for you, and that's it," Aurora said as if all of that made perfect sense. "And no, you cannot choose which year you are going to. You will only find that out, once you're already there," she put in. "There are some good news, though," she added seeing Hermione's obvious disappointment. "The Box will not put the user in a time that would not be relevant to the reason he was seeking the box in the first place. Let me use a simple example for this," Aurora said quickly, after Hermione gave her a questioning look. "If you wanted to use the box, because your favorite uncle lost his wand when he was five, the box would not send you back further than when you couldn't prevent that from happening. It would, however, choose a period in that time range, which would suit your personal needs, and the needs of those around you the most. Basically, it puts you in the time you want, as well as the time you're needed in. Is that clear?" She asked.

"Yes actually. Thank you," Hermione answered.

"That's great," Aurora smiled. "Now, the 'worthy' part is the easiest one to explain," she continued. "The Box simply searches your mind for the required qualities, i.e. compassion, determination, intelligence, etc. Simple, really," she waved it off. After a second, her face lit up with excitement. "Now, I think that's it. Would you like to see the box?"

Hermione nodded enthusiastically and followed Mrs. Gamp to the room further down the corridor.

When she finally saw the Box, she couldn't help but feel a little bit disappointed. Hermione expected something grand and magnificent. Like the house. Instead, there was a medium-sized, simple-looking, black metal, cubic-shaped box. It had some carving on it, but it was nothing significant. And then a thought hit Hermione. Who cares how the Box looked? It could help her change the history. Once she realised that, the Box seemed to become much more precious looking.

"Okay, Hermione. Just put your hands on the Box and we will see if you can use it," Mrs. Gamp looked at the girl expectantly. When she saw Hermione's hesitant expression, she continued. "Don't worry, dear, it will not transport you straight away. For that you would have to open it," she explained. "For now, we will only determine if it considers you worthy. So go ahead," Aurora tried to encourage the girl.

Hermione calmed herself down and put her hands on the Box. After a few moments the box started glowing yellow.

"Well, isn't that interesting," Aurora said, frowning a little.

"Does this mean that I qualify?" Hermione said hesitantly.

"Yes, but it also means that you're not ready and/or capable of doing it yet," she replied.

"Excuse me?" Hermione said angrily.

"Oh, don't give me your attitude, child." Aurora rolled her eyes. "You can open it now, if you want to. It simply suggests doing some additional preparation for the journey, so you could actually achieve something."

"How can I do additional preparation, if I don't even know which time period I will land in?" Hermione all but shouted.

"That might be true," the woman said calmly. "However, you do know your mission. Therefore, you could learn the basic facts that would help you in any time," she reasoned. "In addition, extra training and research wouldn't hurt you, would it?"

"Oh. Uh, Yes, certainly," Hermione answered, feeling like an idiot. Of course she should get all the information available. She should even try and get memories of everyone involved. Aurora was right, if she was doing it, she might as well do it right. "I apologise for my rudeness. You are right, of course," Hermione blushed. "I should go and get started," she concluded.

"Nice to see you finally came to your senses," Mrs. Gamp replied sounding amused. "Take as long as you need. Once the box chooses the user, it will not consider anyone else," she assured Hermione and led her to the door.

"That is really good to know," Hermione relaxed. "Thank you for everything, Mrs. Gamp. I hope to see you soon," she added.

"I am sure you will, dear," Aurora smiled. "Good luck," she said and went back inside.

Hermione looked at the house once more and apparated home. She had a lot of work to do.

-End of Flashback-

"Are you alright, dear?" Mrs. Gamp asked Hermione, noticing that she was a bit zoned out.

"What?" Hermione looked around the room, confused. "Yes, Mrs. Gamp, I'm fine. I was just remembering the last time I was in this room. Excuse me," she smiled shyly.

"Don't worry, darling, it's quite alright. It was a memorable visit, after all," she laughed. "Would you like to open it now, or wait for a bit and chat?" Aurora asked.

"If you do not mind, Mrs. Gamp, I would like to do it now. The suspense is killing me," Hermione answered with a laugh.

"Of course, dear; I can only imagine," the woman laughed and moved out of the way. "I wish you all the best in your journey, Hermione," she added with a smile.

"Thank you," Hermione replied and once again put her hands on the Box.

This time the Box had a bright white glow around it, which made both women smile. Hermione thought she was ready for what was about to happen, and the Box confirmed it. Talk about a confidence boost.

She smiled at Mrs. Gamp one last time and opened the Box. Bright blue light was the last thing Hermione saw, before she passed out.

A/N: Ok, that's it. What did you guys think? For some reason, I wanted Hermione to be prepared. Not too much, but enough to explain how she has some specific knowledge, i.e. where the horcruxes are. I also want to mention that the Merlin/Vivien story is actually real, though I manipulated it quite a lot. Lastly, I hope I didn't offend any of the people, who like to use time-turners in their stories. I simply needed them not to work that way for this story. Plus, it is how HISHE (how it should have ended) video doesn't have an effect on me. Anyway, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it :)