Disclaimer: No suing. #1, I'm broke, and #2, I'm admitting I don't own 'em.
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"So now we know how he got into the past." Harry stated. "Let's alter another Time-Turner and go after him."

"Time-Turners take months to alter, Harry. How can we alter one in only a few days?"

"Well...couldn't we just use a regular one, and keep going back until we make the right changes?"

"I'm afraid not, Harry. The law states that in each given time, your presence is not to be more than doubled."

Harry translated that into normal English. "So, there can only be two of me in each time: my original self, and the me that's traveling in the past."

"Exactly."

Harry sighed. "Then we're in trouble."

"Not necessarily." Harry and Hermione looked at Dumbledore in astonishment.

"But, Professor-"

"There is a way that even you do not know about, Ms. Granger. Not many do."
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September 8, 1986

Voldemort Apparated inside the Granger's home. There would be no danger of being seen. That Mudblood brat was being born today.

He prowled around, gazing at photographs, the bookshelves, and finally entered the nursery. The walls were papered with a print of teddy bears with ABC books. A mobile hung over what would soon be Hermione's bed, with the stars and planets. A plush tooth lay waiting for the baby to snuggle with when she got home.

"How...adorable." he sneered. "Well, they won't need this anymore."

But he didn't destroy it yet. He twirled his wand between his fingers, thinking. How could such a seemingly ordinary pair of Muggles create a witch that was too brilliant for her own good? Hermione Granger, if not stopped, would soon be as brilliant as he. Perhaps more so. Someone who could understand his schemes, and foil them.

He lifted his wand, and then lowered it. Why not turn the girl? Wouldn't that be just the cruelest irony? A Mudblood, killing her own kind. A friend of Potter, gloating over his death. For nothing would go wrong this time. Nothing.

Voldemort cursed. What was he thinking? The girl was a Mudblood! One who would be greater than he. She should be destroyed!


The sound of a key turning in the lock startled him. He DisApparated.

ReApparating in the hospital, he searched until he found the right room. Mrs. Granger was asleep. He smiled. What a rude awakening she would have in just a moment. He moved down the corridor.
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Mrs. Granger was rudely awakened by the sounds of footsteps rushing past her door.

"What's going on?" she called to a nurse.

"Nothing, ma'am, it's nothing." the woman called back. But Mrs. Granger could see it was definitely something, for a guard rushed past next.

"Please," she begged him. "What's going on?"

He glanced at her nameplate. "Mrs. Granger, it's your daughter. I can't say anything more." He ran off.
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Present Day

"What is it, Professor?"

"Old magic. A spell from before Hogwarts was founded."

"What is it?" Hermione asked eagerly. "If it can help Harry, then-" her expression changed. She looked confused for a moment. "Then-" she tried again, faltering. Then the look of confusion was gone. Her eyes hardened, and her expression grew sullen.

"What have I done now, Professor?" Hermione glanced around. Spying Harry, she sneered. "Oh, did I hurt Potter's feelings?"

Harry was stunned. What was Hermione saying? It didn't make sense. Then he noticed her badge and tie.

Slytherin's green and silver.
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A/N: Yes, I know it's shorter than usual, but I figured it was a good spot to quit.