Hermione Jean Granger had an awful year. Her best friend was murdered, her body gone.

She joined the Order of the Phoenix in the hopes to solve the mystery of her best friend's downfall.

She grew stronger and more vicious. Deep down she hoped the quicker the draw of her wand the sooner she could end things so she could return to her true objective.

So once the battle of Hogsmeade finished and everyone celebrated she couldn't quite sigh in relief yet. Her eyes met Sirius's across the plaza and she saw that same feverish look she no doubt knew was in her own.

Two days later found Remus, Sirius and her in a private office in the Gringotts bank.

All tensed their wands at the ready as a goblin walked in with the slam of a side door. He did not look up from his file in his hands, merely adjusted the monocle upon his eye.

"Good you are here."

"What is this about?" Remus spoke up, the first to relax his stance.

The goblin merely placed three journals in front of them, each slightly different for each individual.

Hermione gasped as she grabbed her own, "TARDIS blue." Her fingertips traced the circular patterns carven into the journal that spelled her name in the fictional language of Galifreyan.

Her chocolate eyes wide as she opened the journal and found the first few sentences written just for her. A choked gasp escaped her.

"Hermione?" Remus looked over her shoulder but saw a blank page. He took his brown leather journal with his name stamped on the cover and opened it to find what caused her reaction inside his own. His eyes flashed golden.

Both Hermione and Remus glanced at Sirius who had not opened his dark gray.

"I can't...I can't…"

The goblin spoke up, "Any further correspondence will only be available through the journals until further notice."

Hermione glanced up quickly, "These are two-way journals. Are they instantaneous?"

The goblin cocked his head to the side.

"The journals are out of time. Once you reply she will be notified, just as you will be the same."

Hermione looked at her journal, "Can others see my journal?'

Remus glanced back at her journal surprised to find that the pages were no longer blank but filled with childish doodles and flights of fantasy.

"How curious!'

Hermione glanced at him and he directed her to look at his own. She gasped before giggling slightly, "I doubt you would actually doodle little wolves."

Remus chuckled lowly, "I'll have you know I've sketched several wild things in my time but I doubt they would classify as doodles."

Hermione curled up on her window seat in her bedroom, the comforting warmth from her mug and faint whiff of cocoa helped her start to relax.

Dearest Hermione,

Where do I start, I'm not dead.

Hermione let out an exasperated sigh before shaking her head and continuing to read.

I thought I did. I was only 'mostly dead' (like that movie you forced me to watch when I spent the night that one time and I ended up liking it). It seems to have unlocked my magical Peverell inheritance. It's related to the Three Brothers but unlike what most think the Potters aren't in line to become Masters of Death... nope we are the heirs of TIME.

Anyways when I awoke after I gained my inheritance time had sped up for me, so that's why my 'body' 'disappeared'.

Rules of time state I cannot change my timeline's past. Everyone had already fought the battle that I left behind.

Hermione picked up her pen, the most important question flowing from its tip onto the paper. 'How are you doing, Harry? Honestly.'

She took a sip of her hot cocoa and let out a deep breath gazing out the window.

The journal shone slightly in her lap. Glancing down she found Harry's response.

I'm not sure what to feel yet. I miss you. You've always been like the sister I didn't have but better because you are my best friend. Then suddenly I can't see you anymore...at least for now.

There were ink splats forming beneath Harry's words, a bad habit she had when she was nervous or lost in thought; she'd press the tip of the quill too hard into the parchment. Hermione's heart quenched at the familiar sight.

I feel guilty. You all fought a battle that everyone said I was supposed to fight...that Dumbledore trained me to fight.

Hermione: 'You should have never been expected to fight in an adult's war, Harry.'

You fought in their war.

Hermione: 'That's different. I didn't do it because they told me I had to; I did it because the sooner it was finished I could find out what happened to you.'

It was still my fault.

Hermione: 'No it was Voldemort's for hurting you and it was Dumbledore's for not ending the war sooner on his own long before you were born.'

Harry did not reply back to that statement so instead Hermione sought to change the topic.

'You stated you can't change your timeline's past. Does that mean there are other dimensional timelines?'

As the journal glowed with Harry's answer, Hermione smiled as she could almost feel her friend's change in mood.

Yes! I already have a couple of ideas...

Remus was worried about Sirius. He was self-destructive. The drinking, the barely eating, the barely sleeping and now he wouldn't read the journal. The journal that had the answers he had been waiting for.

It was unbelievable what had happened to his adopted pup but she was alive. He spoke to Hermione and they were planning to stage an intervention. If they had to strap Sirius to a chair to read Harry's words they would, it was for his own good.

Sirius was lost in a dark void.

When his thoughts woke he would see his goddaughters listless features on loop in his head and he'd always think he did too little too late. It was always too little too late.

So when he heard Remus's growling voice and bright Hermione's bossy tone he tuned them out which was his mistake.

He found himself tied to a chair, his journal hovering in front of his face.

The first few words felt like a slap in the face.

Padfoot! You are an idiot!

If I'd actually died, it would have been meaningless if you let yourself wither away.

I love you. You are one of my most beloved people in my world. You need to get some serious help.

I know I need some therapy after all the stuff I've been through. You definitely could use a normal therapist for the abusive fam stuff and then a mind healer for what you had to deal with in Azkaban.

Anyways, have Remus and Hermione explain stuff to you. Any questions feel free to ask here.

P.S. Your previous words were erased so that the first words in the journal would be this message. It was such a nice letter too, perhaps if you are good I'll reiterate the sentiments later.

Harriet Peverell looked over the head of the crane and watched as the clouds parted to show the academy she'd finish her schooling. Readying herself she jumped from the cranes back onto a brick red bridge before making her way to the gates.

"Welcome to Mahoutokoro, Master of Time."