Hermione Granger and Harry Potter's world was over. The people they knew were gone, either dead or lost in their trauma. They were the only one left. They had all suffered, but they were the only ones who were still themselves. Ron had been killed by Greyback, saving Lavender Brown. Remus Lupin and Tonks were dead, George Weasley had killed himself to join his twin, right after leaving them all his memories and inventions. Fred and Gearge had been the smartest people ever, not that their genius was known as anything other than post mortem. Molly and Arthur were depressed, and Hermione's own parents had died in a plane crash. Neville was missing, and Luna moved to America, with her boyfriend, Rolf Scamander. McGonagall had lost her vocal chords, Flitwick had moved back with his goblin father after his witch mother and sister had died in a death eater raid. Everyone else they were close to was either scarred beyond belief, gone out of the country, or no longer alive to leave it.
There was nothing left to stay for. There was only one thing they could do.
Use the research notes Luna, Fred, and George had left. Those three working together had accomplished what centuries of unspeakables could not. Permanent, long term time travel. Now Harry and Hermione had to just choose a year, month, and day. The device was non-reusable and set to self-destruct along with the notes. The knowledge would die with them, and thanks to an ancient spell on the knowledge, nobody would be able to discover it again, unless it was necessary to save the world from collapsing in on itself.
It already had. The statue of secrecy was broken, the muggle witch-hunter extremists could pound down the door any day. The world seemed to think that Britain needed to be eliminated, and magical populations worldwide were at an all time low. Four and a half thousand witches and wizards. That was it..
So Harry and Hermione pressed their fingers into the device, wands long since gone. Hermione double checked, She had packed. All of the people who knew Plan Omega had willed everything to her. They needed all the advantages she could get. Blood adopted into as many families as they could, to use their family magic, an advantage they discovered too late. Money, billions of galleons, more than anyone had ever had at once. Not that it could bring people back. Fred and George's technology and notes, Luna's visions, Notes about the entire timeline, full descriptions of anyone and everyone they could, memories, stored. Documents created. Information learned. They would have to be on a level with some of the most powerful people of the generation. Hogwarts wouldn't know what hit it. Harry and Hermione were coming, and they were ready for anything fate, that cruel bitch, could toss.
A/N: Alright, so this is another new story. I didn't plan on posting it until I finished one of my other ones, but I get ideas very randomly, but a promise is a promise. I promised when I have 5 chapters of a story ready, I would post in it. I have a little over fie chapters by now, but then that's because I only post on weekends. Anyways, this story is posted, and has chpaters to be posted again and again. Write in dms or reviews what story you want an update for next week