"Hermione, time to wake up dear."

Wait. Was that her mom's voice?

Did she just die? Was she so heartbroken she died? You must be kidding right?

Hermione opened her eyes and saw she was in her bedroom, in her childhood house.

Is being dead like this? Feeling alive and reunite with the people you love?

Wait, did her parents died too? How is that possible? Did Deatheater found, and killed her parents?

"Hermione? Are you awake now? Remember, it's your first day in your new school today. Aren't you excited? You are going to Hogwarts!"

What? Now that was weird. How come she was going for the first time to Hogwarts today? It was still 1998 the last time she checked.

Did you redo your life when you die?

What in the seven Hells did she find herself into?

Hermione, began to get out of her bed, her bladder screaming at her she had to go to the loo.

She headed towards the bathroom, what a weird sensation to have when you are dead, having the need to pee even when you are dead. Funny concept, really...

So when she finished, she washed her hands and that when it hit her.

She looked up in the mirror and saw she was her eleven years old self.

Wait, you didn't rejuvenate when you die. What the Hell was going on?

How was she eleven again? Was she really on her way to Hogwarts today?

How was that even possible? Five minutes ago she was trying to save Fred, and now here she was, in her bathroom in 1991.

No way she had gone back in time, she was in a coma right?

How could she have travel seven years back just like that? And if that was possible, how did she come back? Time turners were all destroyed, and there was no other way, was there?

"Hermione, are you all right there? I thought I heard you scream

"I'm all right mom, just bumped my toes."

"All right then, get ready, we have to leave in one hour."

"Sure mom."

Despite all the confusion Hermione was feeling, she did get ready, and headed toward her kitchen.

For the first time in what seems to be a very long time, she saw her parents, younger than the last time she saw them, but her parents nonetheless.

Her eyes began to water, and she discreetly blinked back the few tears threatening to roll down her cheek before sitting herself to take her breakfast.

That was surreal. The rest of the morning, the travel to the station … Everything was exactly like seven years ago.

Did she has really gone back in time? For real?

"D'you need some help there?" The question startled her and she emitted a sort of "squeal", before abruptly turning around.

In front of her was standing no other than a really alive Fred Weasley.

A really alive and chuckling Fred.

"Oi George, come here and help me!" George came and helped him get her things on the train.

"Here you go, all done. Are you a first year? 'course you are…"

"Thank you…"

"Nothing to worry about, the first years often go over there, maybe you should go sit with them."

"I know, see you later Fred."

"How did you…"

But Hermione had started walking in the direction Fred had shown her, cursing herself for being careless and calling him by his name before he had told her.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

But now what, if she has really gone back in time, did this little slip-up will have consequences?

Could she try to prevent the war before it began?

Terrible things happened to witches and wizards who messed with time.

Another great question is, Should she tell someone? Dumbledore maybe?

Everything was too much, maybe if she didn't think about it, she will wake in a hospital bed in her time.

Maybe…

Or maybe not… Really, why was it always to one of them that have to happen? Why wasn't it Neville or Seamus, or even George who had to go back in time and deal with this shit?

She really hoped she would wake in a hospital bed someday, so if she messed up here, it would be ok.

Really, was Destiny really a bitch and didn't like them?

Or did She gave her a chance to change the fate of every innocent who died for nothing?

Maybe she should sleep. Yes, she had to find an empty compartment and then she would sleep for the rest of the way to Hogwarts.

She will saw what she can do after she's been sort. That seems to be a good idea.

And sleeping she did, in an empty cubicle in the far back of the train, where no one should come for the rest ride.

How wrong she was.

"Have you seen a toad? I lost mine."

Neville, she thought.

"Oh, sorry, did I woke you up? I'm sorry."

"It's nothing really, did you know toad love to go in damp places? You should try to search the toilets."

"Really? Thank you so much, I'm Neville by the way."

"Hermione."

And Neville stormed off the compartment in search of his toad.

If Neville was searching his toad it's mean she should shortly be arriving at Hogwarts, maybe she should change.

She tried to discreetly summon her things from her trunk with her wand, and was starting to change when someone asked her: "How'd you do that?"

She turned around to see who that was and saw George standing in the doorway's compartment.

"How did I do what?" she tried to look like she didn't understand what was asked to her.

"You know, summoning your things while being a firstie and should not be able to do that?"

"Ask me no questions, and I will tell you no lies. Now can you get out? I have to change."

Hermione never thought eyes as big as saucers and raised eyebrows could be this funny, before now, she never had taken much interest in George.

"We're not finished here. I smell something fishy, d'you heard me?" she heard him say before he left.

Before now, it has always been Fred.

Sure she had notice George, how could you not when you are eyeing his twin? But she never gave him too much attention.

She never gave them much of attention before her fifth year, when they started testing products on first-year students.

When she thought about it, she may have been insufferable at this time. The Fred she knew would never have fallen for her.

Their baby brother's bushy hair, know-it-all, insufferable friend. What could she possibly had that would have made him fall for her?

Surely not her look, neither her tendencies to be a pain in their neck…

How could she have imagined something different could have happened after the war? With her too skinny, with plenty of scars body and her broken mind…

She wasn't that attractive, to begin with, and her year in hiding didn't do her any justice that for sure.

But now, here she was, back in time, or in a very odd coma induced dream…

Why should it be the same as before?

Couldn't she let her attitude go and be like a teen her age for once?

Couldn't she do that and prevent the war from happening?

Couldn't she try to have a pretty normal life and try all the things growing up too fast kept her from?

The time Hermione took to think seemed to have made her lost track of reality and she was now in the Great hall.

The last time she saw it, destruction was everywhere. Bodies were lying on the ground, people were crying their loss, there was screaming coming from everywhere…

The last time she was in Hogwarts, Fred body was just in front of her, unmoving, and that thought made her panic rise. Her breath was fastening, she was going to hyperventilate if she didn't do anything.

That's when she looked at the room, there was no destruction, no bodies on the ground, no one was screaming either. Her eyes navigated through the Hall and stopped on the Gryffindor table.

There were two sets of identical redheaded boys watching first years making their way up the Head table.

Fred wasn't dead yet, she could save him, she could save them all.

She could prevent the death of all the poor souls who were going to be taken during the war.

At this moment Hermione set her mind on a mission, she would do all she could to save as many people as she can even if it mean her death.

"Hermione Granger" the voice of McGonagall could be heard reverberating in the Hall

Right, you can do it again Hermione, it's not like you didn't do it before.

When the professor put the sorting hat on her head, Hermione heard him say

"How interesting, really interesting. It's not the first time you've met me right?

How unusual, a time traveler.

With your knowledge and your taste for studying, Ravenclaw would do you great, but maybe your love for your friend and all this courage should be a great asset to Gryffindor?

So little one, do you want to be put with the raven or should I just put you in your former house?

Hmmm, I think it would better be…

Gryffindor!"

And Hermione made her way to the cheering table of Gryffindor, her eyes watering.

She really had gone back in time, she really had a chance to change things.

She tried to keep her tears from falling, but without great success.

She was happy, it had been a long time since she had been happy, so long, in fact, she was not really sure how she really felt in that moment, but she thought she was happy.

Everyone was looking at her, the weird bushy-haired girl crying her eyes out because she was placed with the Griffin, but she didn't care.

Now she really had a chance to make a difference, and maybe no one will have to suffer as she did.

And that was great.