Disclaimer: I'm afraid I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.

A/N- I hope you enjoy this story, unlike my previous one, i have organized each chapter already and I am extremely excited to be writing this story. Just to warn you i shall be posting a chapter once ever 1-2 weeks and this will end up becoming a long story due to the plot. However, I have considered writing a few one shots in the meantime. I am warning you now that the beginning chapters shall not be as bad but this story's rated M for a reason. Later chapters shall include (moderate and implied) rape, suicide, (appropriate) sex scenes and a handful of other things that are not suitable for a young audience. Apart from this, please review...it is the main thing that gives me the motivation to carry on, except please, no hate reviews. If you do not enjoy the story, do not read it...nobody is forcing you. Also, i would like to say i am only 16 and I am not very good with grammar or spelling, but I shall be revising and editing my chapters each time, unlike my other story. Either way, I hope you enjoy :)

Strongly advised for age 16 plus, but it won't be too graffic. It will still obey the M rating policy.


It had been little over a year since the Great War. At least, that's what they have all been calling it. In Hermione's eyes, there was nothing "Great" about it. In fact the idea of fame and rewards for the "War Hero's" sickened herself and Harry to the very core, unfortunately the same couldn't be said for Ronald Weasley. She loved the boy, but they both had very different views, causing far too many arguments which ended in a break-up. Thankfully the trio still managed to remain friends, even throughout their differences in oppinion. They had gone through far too much to throw it all away now over something so petty.

It was a Thursday afternoon and Hermione Granger was standing next to the stuck-up blonde, Draco Malfoy in Professor McGonagall's office. During the summer, Hermione and her fellow classmates had been asked to return back in order to finish their last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Despite the events that had taken place, opinions hadn't seemed to have changed as much as the new head Professor would have liked.

"That will do, I think I have heard enough. Now despite both of your ages and history, it seems I have to treat you both like first years, so Miss Granger, tell me your version of events." Professor McGonagall announced; she was facing away from the two of them, instead she stood, looking out of the window.

Hermione glanced to her right, catching the disgusted look on Malfoy's face when her name had been announced. Taking a deep breath and clenching her fists to control her anger she spoke.

"Well Professor, I was simply sitting in the library as usual when Malfoy and his friend strutted past, knocking my books off of the desk and without provoking them once, they began to call me names-" She had begun confidently but her voice gave towards the end when vivid memories started to flash in front of her. The problem with the "Great war" was the fact that as soon as it was over, everyone seemed to just think it was easier to celebrate and then continue like nothing had happened; this didn't help anyone who was effected or who had participated; most were traumatized or grieving.

Professor McGonagall slowly turned around at this point, sighing sympathetically. "What type of names might these be Miss. Granger?" She asked, realising that it wasn't as childish as it sounded.

"Beaver, a prude know-it-all, Mudblood" she choked out. Her throat not letting her speak properly due to the lump that had formed. Tears began to fill her vision but she wouldn't dare let them fall. Biting the inside of her mouth she caught Malfoy stiffen at the word. She knew it sounded petty, in fact usually she would just ignore the horrid word, but now every time it was mentioned, it haunted her. Those nightmares and visions and thoughts, that caused her to think dark things, haunted her beyond belief. She knew there was no way Bellatrix could come back but the very thought terrified her.

"I see." Professor McGonagall spoke bluntly. Turning to the Slytherin boy she continued, "It seems that even now, young boys don't seem to grow up. However, the way you retaliated was also unacceptable." The older Professor announced accusingly. Glancing towards the girl she sighed gently and took a few steps towards her. "You should have come straight to me, now it is only fair to punish both of you." The woman stated.

Hermione let out a sigh and dropped her glance to the floor, knowing there was no way out. The tall blonde however smirked a dangerous smirk towards the small girl to his left, but McGonagall saw it.

"Mr. Malfoy! I don't think it is wise to look so smug. I hope you are not forgetting the power i have now?" The Professor announced spitefully, causing the boy's expression to drop. "I didn't think so." She continued. Turning she moved towards the two familiar portraits on the wall. The late Professor's Snape and Dumbledore.

"Albus, what do you think is the wisest punishment for these two. I don't think it is suitable to be light about this situation." She began, her eyebrows pulled together in concentration and despair.

"Indeed Minerva, but i also suggest they need to work this out on their own. Severus? I'm sure there must be a reasonable potion the two of them could try?" He asked the man hanging next to him, a gleeful twinkle in his eyes. At this McGonagall looked up to the painting on the left with a hopeful and inquisitive glance.

"Ah, why of course. How about the travel turn potion, also known as vampire's sight." He drawled in his familiar, mocking voice. McGonagall turned around on her heel to look at the two students that stood before her after getting the approval from Dumbledore. Nodding slowly, her tired eyes made thier way to Hermione.

"Yes. I think that is the best idea. Do you know what vampire's sight is?" She asked the two figures standing awkwardly in their fixed positions. A worried expression on Hermione's face and a curious one of Malfoy's. "Well what happens, is that you both take a drop of this potion. Then, as the giver of the potion i decide where i send you but i have no say in how long for or what happens, you choose that yourself, by the way you react and how long it will take for you both to learn your lesson. You will both share the same sort of dream if you will. This dream is very realsitic to the point where all thoughts and feeling will be the same as reality." She looked at the others, then back towards the paintings who nodded encouragement.

"Professor, do you mean you are sending us back in time?" Hermione asked confused. McGonagall moved to sit in the seat behind her desk.

"I am afraid so, but not literally. You will both take a drop of this." She announced, pulling out an extravagant glass bottle and placing it on the desk in front of her. " You are both ement to complete the tasks that are naturally given and when finished you will return, but remember dreams last longer than reality so it could last anything from an hour to a lifetime. However, in reality you will have only been asleep for an hour." The professor's voice shook and she gulped at the look of the two students expressions.

"So we could be in the dream for what feels like 40 years, grow old..get married..have kids and then pulled back into this life?" Malfoy spoke, his voice dripping in anger and his expression livid. When the woman in front of him nodded he spat out towards her. "What kind of sick joke is this?!"

"Watch your tongue . I think between the three of us" She motioned to herself and then the two paintings. "It is for the best. Too much destruction has happened over these past years and young adults like yourselves need to stop being so bitter and cold-blooded towards each other. We are all humans and we are all equal, you need to learn that blood type isn't everything and you need to learn that not everyone has a choice. Hogwarts shouldn't be a place of violence or hate, but a place or friendship and learning. If this means i have to take drastic measures, then so be it." both students coughed and choked loudly in anger and annoyance at the comment that had just been said.

"Professor, you can't send us back? Surely, it is too dangerous." Hermione whimpered slightly but continued to hold her posture and hide her panic.

"No, luckily anything that happens in this dream, that you will both share, may feel real, but when you have woken, anything that may have happened differently will only be part of that dream. Reality will not be changed." she stated clearly. Hermione's head was spinning she was confused. She knew it made sense, she just didn't want to believe it.

"This is absurd! There is no way im taking that blasted potion!" Malfoy called across the room in anger, throwing a fist in the air and pointing towards the glass bottle. Professor McGonagall didn't jump at the out burst but instead lifted her head gently to make eye contact.

"I'm afriad you have no choice , either you take your punishment or you can return back to your family manor. I do not tolerate students who do not obey the rules or hurt others. I gave you a Second chance, so do not disappoint me. " She warned him. An awkward silence filled the room, fear and knowing obvious on all three people within the office.

"I'll do it." Hermione whispered, instantly regretting it the moment the words left her mouth.

"WHAT?! Are you insane?" The Slytherin yelled at her, his expression angry and disgusted.

"Language." The portrait of Severus Snape called towards him. Malfoy turned with uncertainty and worry.

"Malfoy, it technically only lasts an hour. It's a punishment. It wont kill us." Hermione croaked out.

"I shall send you both back to your first year. when you wake up in the dream, I'm sure you will both easily work out what you need to do and what is going on. This punishment is a lesson to show both of you; blood is not everything, not everyone has a choice and it is time you both grow up and show the rest of your houses, as head boy and girl, that it is time to forgive and forget. We are all equals. It is time you both learn that everyone went through so much, it wasn't only you." Professor McGonagall said through clenched teeth, an annoyed and anxious expression on her face, she turned to Albus's painting for reassurance who was smiling gently and nodded for her to continue.

"Right the two of you, go and sit on those chair over there." She said, taking a deep breath. Hermione turned to where the woman directed them. Malfoy sighed, running a hand through his hair he gritted his teeth, clenched his fists and made his way towards the gold seat, constantly glancing at Severus for some sign of reassurance. He didn't get any.

Hermione followed, she was worn out but knew there was no way out. It technically only lasts an hour. She thought to herself before sitting down. And everything will go back to normal when we wake up. Screwing her eyes up and leaning back in the seat, she felt her chest pound. Malfoy went first, opening his mouth and leaning back for McGonagall to send a drop down his throat. He choked and thrashed out, his eyes widening and then dilating, before closing. He sulked back into his chair, his breathing slowed and he was asleep. Shaking gently Hermione tilted her head and let her Professor do the same to her. Her last vision was the womans face. Soon the light dimmed and everything went dark. A familiar tugging feeling pulled her down. It faintly reminded her of "Alice in Wonderland" the muggle story, but a lot darker and colder and...alone.

Time passed, how long, she couldn't tell but soon enough, light began to filter into her vision and a soft, loving voice could be heard above her.

"Hermione, come on darling.. you will be late for breakfast if you don't get up soon..." The woman called through the room.