Ch. 1

During the fight at the beatified of Hogwarts. Hermione seemed to be at a lost of what was going on around her. Except for the flashes of exchanged spells, being fired back and forth. Reds, greens, even yellows. A spark of purple had nearly caused the teenage girl to jump. Knowing the very Death Eater that had once used it on her.

As the fighting seemed to have no end in sight. A detached voice called out to the were still living. Why do you fight...I really don't see the reason behind all this killing? All because one side believes they are above the rest. While the other, just wants to live...

Because of the voice. Everyone had stopped what they were in the middle of. She had seen that one of the half changed werewolves was about the sink their teeth into one of the students.

If anyone was to change anything about this world..? What would it be..?

"NOTHING," rang the voice of Voldemort, from where he stood above his Death Eater army. Showing all that he would not be challenged.

"Everything," Hermione's voice spoke. Even though she had spoke the word. She didn't know why she even voiced it. But her heart seemed to be in charge.

"Everything," she spoke again. "People like muggleborns, even those who others see as lower life forms. Should have a place in this world, even among the purebloods. Changing the fact that my best friend is forced to be a hero. When all he wants is a normal life!"

"Shut up," growled out a nearby Death Eater. As he marched his way towards her. With anger in his eyes. "Shut up on things you know nothing about," he growled out.

ENOUGH, the essence roared out. Causing the ground beneath them to shake. This war is useless to those who have no thoughtful outcome of change! Then many within the battlefield had frozen in place. Only allowing Hermione, Harry and one other to move about.

Harry made his way towards her and wrapped his arms around her. "Glad to see you still alive and kicking, Mione," he gave her cheeky grin.

Causing Hermione to laugh, while tears leaked out of her eyes. "You're a sight for sore eyes, Harry," she giggled softly.

The Wizarding World's Chosen One.

Causing Hermione to look around. Hoping to find the source the one, who was talking. After a moment of looking, a flash of light came to be. Then a figure stood among the frozen warzone.

What do you think should happen, to change the world around us?

Harry's emerald eyes glanced down towards Hermione. While his arms were around her. His eyes flashed through many possibilities that she knew nothing about. Once a thought had came to a point of his focus. He had a sad look upon his face.

Harry turned towards the woman, whom had stopped the war. "Someone...needs to travel back in time. To change everything...from even happen."

Agreed, the woman nodded.

"Harr," Hermione's voice stopped. Trying to catch up with her friend's thought process. "If that were to work, Harry. Who or what, would we send back in time? Who would know enough to change…" She looked around to everything that was around her. "...all of this," she waved about.

"You," he simply said to her.

She shook her head, as tears leaked from her eyes. "No," her voice broke. "You can't ask me...to do this. What about you...and Ron..?" Making her look around. "Where...is Ron?"

"Dead," voiced another male. Who had made his way over to the two. "Saw him pushing one of his twin brothers from being crushed under a wall." A platinum blonde boy spoke with mixed emotions in his voice.

"NO," cried Hermione and Harry. "YOU LIE," cried Hermione some more.

He's not, the woman's voice echoed through the landscape. It was his aunt's spell that had done it…

The blonde made his way slowly to the two of the Golden Trio with sadness in his eyes. "It has to be you, Granger. You're the one who has studied our world to know what needs to change. HELL, I think you even studied what had gone on in the seventies to do something about it!"

Hermione didn't know what to think or feel at that moment. The friend that she had shared her first kiss with, had died. Died before she had even voiced her feelings towards him. 'This must be a nightmare,' as more tears came down her dirt covered cheeks.

Who would you take, for you to go on your journey?

Even though Hermione had heard the woman. She would have voiced 'everyone' for they were all meant to live. Even though in her state of stress. She knew that wasn't possible.

"Anne," voiced Harry softly. "Why not your cousin, Anne Miller. She would be the one to go with you…"

Hermione answered softly, "Yes." She nodded in agreement. Her cousin would be the best to take with her. At least someone that she knew very closely as they had once grown up with. Someone who loved history as much as Hermione loved learning.

"Stop," Voldemort tried to roar out of his frozen state. "You can't prevent me from, ruling!"

His voice was enough to cause Hermione to focus on what's before her. "Who...are you?"

The woman smiled softly as the crying girl. I'm the only child...of Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Causing many within the battlefield to gasp. Also the child...of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.

"Hogwarts," voiced Hermione softly in disbelief.

The woman nodded, as she made her way closer to Hermione with a small smile. Once she was before Hermione. She reached her hand for the teenager to take.

Will you go back in time, asked Hogwarts with conviction in her eyes. And change the Wizarding World from leading into darkness?

Hermione looked over her shoulder to look towards Harry. Who smiled back at her. "Change the timeline, Hermione. Save my parents, along with Remus and Sirius…"

Draco spoke up from that moment. "Granger...please save my Godfather. Don't allow Severus to become a Death Eater again."

The only thing she could do was nod. She knew that the magicks wouldn't come and chose her. At least not without reason. It was because of this and knowing that her cousin was going to be there. That she nodded in agreement.

"I accept," Hermione voiced with mixed emotions in her voice.

Hogwarts gave a chilling smile. Take my hand, Hermione. Once she reached out for the spirit of the school's hand. She felt a solid mass within her fingertips. Just as the world around her blurred into darkness. Before the feeling of her knees gave out from under her.