Chapter 01:

Hermione hated herself.

She hated that big fat brain of hers more.

But what she hated most was her insatiable curiosity!

Had she not been so curious... Had she not had such a scary smart brain that remembered freaking everything... She wouldn't be in the pickle she was in now.

She groaned at her reflection and threw herself on the softest bed she had ever slept on.

It had been three days already.

Three days since she had found herself inhabiting this body.

This very, very, hated, mad as a hatter and loopy like the curly fries - body!

Her head dug into the pillow and she screwed her eyes shut. Hoping once more that when she woke up she would find herself back with Harry and Ron, back in her time.

It never worked.

The magic she had cast was too strong to will away.

But how was she to know that the obscure spell she'd read from one of the books Dumbledore had willed her would lead her till here.

She had been tortured for hours, with no hope to escape before she had finally given in and cast the magic with all her remaining strength.

But how was she to know the spell would make her a freaking time-traveler!

There was nothing in the book about that. The side-note in Headmaster Dumbledore's cursive handwriting only said 'use when all hope is lost.' And after hours of torture, Hermione really had lost all her hope!

She hadn't known the spell would rewind time and make her the person who occupied all her attention at the time it was cast!

This was worse than Harry's Sectumsmpra of Malfoy! At least that double-crosser Snape knew the counter-spell! Here she was caught between fire and some place scalding with no way of turning around and undoing or restarting.

No one would believe her, especially since the spouted words would be coming out of this hateful mouth of hers.

Hermione twisted her body and glanced back at her reflection in the large mirror that she had placed bang opposite the bed on her first night here. Hoping she would be back in her own body when she looked at it next.

It hadn't worked yet.

Apparently simply willing these things away did not change her unfortunate circumstances.

Hermione looked at the mirror once more and studied her perfect waist-length cascading black curls and bottomless silver eyes set in the fair, beautiful face of one of Wizarding Britain's most hated personalities. Then she turned and looked back at the bent wand on the bedside table.

She was doomed!

Somehow she, Hermione Granger, had pulled a Harry Potter! In a thoughtless attempt to get out of one problem she'd thrown herself knee-deep into the ramifications of another probable ill-thought-out solution's repercussions!

She was her.

After three days, Hermione finally began accepting the irrefutable truth.

In the middle of all the gallons of blood that she had shed, her magic had meshed with her life force and the spell she had cast had sent her back in time while Bellatrix had been carving up her arm and all of Hermione's attention had been on her.

The spell had somehow twisted her needs and sent her back in time as Bellatrix freaking Lestrange!

Lord, have mercy! For Hermione was doomed...

Hermione Granger was now Bellatrix Lestrange!