May 2, 1998
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster's Office
Hermione's POV
I have been hunting out for horcruxes with Harry and Ron when I heard of my parents' death.
One of the death eaters, Yaxley, found them. Yaxley forced them to spill out our whereabouts. He crucioed them until they died. They died without remembering they had a daughter.
That time I realized how horrible and awful Voldemort can be just to gain power. I couldn't grasp the future without my family and friends. I'd rather die right now than be alive later. At present all I could think about is to survive this through with my friends.
I wanted to kill Voldemort. I wanted to kill the one who killed my parents and friends. If that would make me a murderer just like them so be it. I wanted to kill the root of evil who caused pain and suffering to those innocent people and to those whom I loved and cared.
As we enter the headmaster's office, I took notice of Snape's portrait hanging on the wall.
"You killed Dumbledore so I don't know why I'm saving you." I said as I gave him a vial. "Shouldn't I hate you? Nothing can change that you were one of them even if Voldemort try to finish you off. So why?"
"You are a Gryffindor, Ms. Granger." Said Snape as he looks at the vial. "You're brave."
"Come on, Mione! We should go."
What does being brave got to do with what I did?
"The plan is to travel back to the past specifically year 1943." Professor Mcgonagall said as the four of us sat in front of the desk.
"How do we do that?" I asked. "How do we go back to the past?"
Professor Mcgonagall pulled out a box from the drawer in the desk. The box was made out of wood which was carved meticulously and elegantly decorated with gems and precious stones. She opened the box and revealed a time turner.
"A time turner? Doesn't it only get you back for few hours?" Harry asked.
"Someone died going centuries back." I added. Of course the time turner got to my mind but I crossed it out the moment I thought about it.
Professor Mcgonagall stiffened and said, "Both of you are right."
"I mark the hours, every one, nor have I yet outrun the Sun. My use and value, unto you, are gauged by what you have to do." Malfoy said. "Casting of a spell and incantation of the words carved in the time turner must be done."
If going back to the past would be a success, we could easily defeat Voldemort. He's not that powerful like he is now. We could kill him. But how did Malfoy know this important piece of information?
"How do you know this?" Harry queried.
Malfoy gave Harry a blank expression and that's when I grew suspicious.
"Why aren't you answering?" I asked.
"Oh, I almost forgot. You're a know- it-all. Frustrated that you don't know?"
"Just answer."
"Too personal."
"I can't accept that! We are risking our lives here. We must know everything,"
Malfoy pressed his lips together. "I'm coming."
"What?" Ron asked.
"I said I'm going with the rest of you!"
"What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" Ron said. "You're with Voldemort!"
Ron jumped out of his chair and rushed towards Malfoy. "He's the reason why my brother's dead! He killed Harry's parents! He tried to kill Harry! And your freaking Aunt tortured Hermione! So why must we trust what goes out from that mouth of yours!"
I was shocked, to say the least. I completely had forgotten about the torture. Maybe because on his own little way, Malfoy tried to help us back at their manor. And also, maybe this whole thing has messed up my mind and I couldn't think of myself anymore.
But Ron, why hadn't he attacked Malfoy the moment he saw him?
Blood spurted out of Malfoy's mouth. Some reached the corner of my mouth and I could smell it. I wiped it off, eagerly and hold onto Ron's left shoulder while Harry was on holding his right.
"Ronald!" I whispered in his ear.
He looked at me and I remember what he said.
"Exactly how did you find us?" Harry asked Ron.
"With this." Ron reaches into his pocket and pulls out the Deluminator."It doesn't just turn off lights. I don't know exactly how it works, but Christmas morning I — I was sleeping — in this little pub– I'd given some Snatchers the slip the night before, me being a bloodtraitor and all — anyway, I was sleeping when I heard it…"
"It?" Harry further questioned him.
"A voice." Ron answered as he turns to look at me and holds up te Deluminator. "Your voice, Hermione. Coming out of this.
"And what may I ask did I say?" I asked irritatedly.
"My name. Just my name. Like a whisper." He answered which rendered me speechless and warm.
Ron stared at me and I think he also remembered. I gave him a weak smile and led him to his chair beside me.
"Of course, there are consequences if you go back in time." Professor Mcgonagall said. "But we must as it is the last thing we could do."
Consequences. Of course there would be. Going back might prevent someone from being born and erase a generation but this was our last option.
We must go back.
"We're under attack!" I heard Seamus' voice echoed through the room after the door slammed open. All of us leapt out from our seats joined the others fight.
When we reached the entrance hall, it was war again. I ducked when I curse went my way. It graced my arm and opened some of my earlier wounds. It sting. I back up at the ruined wall behind me and look around for enemies.
Professor Dumbledore entered my mind. Why?
"Hermione! Duck!"
Duck is what I did. It was Ginny. Relief jabbed through my heart.
Harry and Ginny fought two death eaters while Ron helped someone who's been cornered by three death eaters.
"Sectumsempra!" I yelled as I pointed my wand towards a death eater. Blood came out from his body as he collapsed on the floor.
Ron was cornered with three death eaters.
I sprinted towards them.
"Diffindo!" A cut run down the death eater's leg. "Levicorpus!" I raised my wand and whisk it to the side. The severed death eater slammed against the wall across from us.
When I turn to Ron, two death eaters lay unconscious on his feet.
"Thanks."
After half an hour of fighting, the same hiss of a voice amplified throughout the hall.
"You have disappointed me Harry. You hid instead of facing me. Now you will watch your friends die and face your death yourself in my hands."
My heart throbbed. The wind suddenly stopped and the temperature went drastically low. The fight was stopped abruptly when Voldemort revealed himself.
My eyes automatically searched for Harry and Ron. A relieved sigh escaped from my mouth when I saw Harry covered with dirt and blood but alive supporting a limping Ginny. Ron was slumped on the floor. I was about to run towards him when I heard someone shouted, "Crucio!" then a ray of red light come his way.
"RON!" I screamed.
Ron screamed.