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Reverto Ex Fatum

Those evil days will still remain,
Till someone breaks the chains.
Just the strong survive,
You have to try, or you will die.
In the Dark ages

"Yngwie Malmsteen-Dark Ages"

"How long till the girl awakes, Poppy?" a deep voice asked.

In the background, someone let a yawn escape, accompanied by the sound of glass hitting stone and breaking.

"Reparo," a feminine voice spoke.

"It will be any time now. The poor girl was bleeding badly. How do you think she got like this?"

"I don't know, Poppy, but I think we will find out in a few minutes...Look, she's awakening."

'Voices, shattering glass, snoring... ' she thought, focusing on her sense of hearing.

'It smells like thousands of mixing potions , like a pharmacy.' She sniffed the air.

Her eyelids still heavy, she tried to open them but to no blinding light took her by surprise and forced her to close her lids again.

"Poppy, I think we should shut the curtains," a man said.

'Poppy? Can I be at Hogwarts? But when? What time is it? Why here? Why does my body still hurt?'

She panicked.

Someone stooped over her, and that someone smelled of lemon drops.

'Sweet Merlin. If this is Dumbledore, then I will personally make sure that some day his office is covered with lemon drops...from floor to ceiling...

"Young lady, are you awake?" the man asked, as someone else forced potions down her throat.

Hermione stiffened to the sound of the voice .'Merlin's pants, he is Albus!' And at that point her eyes shot open as the Enaverte spell was cast upon her.

The light struck hard and nearly blinded her, but she didn't give wanted to see...To be sure she had passed...To make sure that she had one more chance to save those she loved.

She sat there in silence for a few long moments, until her eyes became used to the light and she was able to tell that she was indeed in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts.

"My dear girl, I'm sorry to bother you before your eyes can so much as properly adjust to their surroundings, but there are some questions that must urgently be answered.I hope you understand, and I beg forgiveness for treating you as a crazy old man before you have a chance to come around." Albus said. He loomed over her, despite the fact that he was seated at her side.

"I understand, sir. I'll answer any questions you ask...but only if it's between us," she smiled. Her stomach was still hurting and the pained expression made itself evident on her features.

The man nodded and asked the occupants of the portraits in the room and the school nurse to leave them alone until they were called. None of those dismissed seemed pleased by the latter picked up her skirt and stormed away, furious that she had been kicked out of her own Hospital Wing. Hermione made a note to apologise later on, by means of passing along a blood replenishing potion that she and Remuse had made during the war. It was a rather advanced version of the one that had been in use since 1943.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your train of thought, but I would be really glad if we finished this conversation soon enough.'' The man's eyes twinkled. "An angry Poppy is a scary Poppy" He chuckled at his own joke.

"Oh, please sir, go on and ask whatever you need to know," Hermione answered with a giggle.

"I've got five questions for you, miss."

Hermione nodded for him to go on.

"First, who are you?" he asked.

"My name is Hermione Jean Granger, sir," the woman answered truthfully.

Nodding, the man carried on,

"Secondly, how did you end up in the school grounds, Hermione?"

"Reverto ex Fatum," was the only answer to leave her lips. She remembered those fateful words very clearly, and could only hope that he would understand.

He nodded his head, and she let out a breath that she hadn't even known she was holding.

"I see...Where are you from? I mean, apart from The Halls of Destiny." His eyes sparkled more.

"Muggle London, England, was where I used to live. My parents, two Muggles, were Alice and Tom Granger. I was born September nineteenth, 1979. I received the letter from Hogwarts when I was year was 1990 I wasn't able to finish my seventh year at Hogwarts when a disaster struck the school, so I took my N.E.W.T. exams directly at the Ministry of Magic, a month before its downfall.

I ended at the top of my class in every single subject there was, save June of 1997 the Great War broke out and many were killed .The final battle took place by the Black Lake on the first week of July of the same year. I fell last." A tear slid down her cheek as she recalled her past--or perhaps future?--life.

The man sat there with a bitter smile on his twinkle had abandoned his eyes .

"I'm so sad to hear we did this to you?" There was a hint of rage in his voice, and Hermione felt her skin wrinkle under his gaze.

"I was battling Bellatrix Lestrange, Pansy Parkinson, and the brothers Carrow and Avery. I was right next to my best friend, our only hope, Harry..." She took a deep breath and continued. "As I threw a Sectusembra towards Bella, I caught a glimpse of Wilcox heading towards Harry from behind, and so I had no choice but to turn my back towards Bella to shield Harry. Before Bella could react, Avery shot the districtus ultio ultionis curse at me." She then took a good look at her body, and said, "If you mean to ask who gave me the scars and notches, or if you're talking about my death, it was Voldemort's Avada Kedavra that did it. I jumped to save Harry, when he was trying to save our other friend Ron, who was killed by the curses of Narcissa, Malfoy, Fox, Terrence and Pierto."

The man who sat by the end of her bed gave her an encouraging smile. He knew that the girl--no, the woman--wasn't lying. She was as honest as she was brave.

"Have you ever heard of the Order of the Phoenix, Hermione?" he asked, almost sure that he knew the answer.

"I've known about the Order for a long time, and I've had my Phoenix mark for quite some time as well.I died side by side with the Order members, as proud as everyone else who died. Fawkes mourned all of us."

There was now a steady stream of tears flowing down her face.

"I'm sorry to bring you into this position, Hermione, but I have to ask something..." He felt terrible for forcing her to speak of such painful things, and yet he had to know.

"What are you going to do with your second chance, Hermione?"

"Change history," she answered honestly, with no effort to mislead him on her real motives.

"I thought so. That I did..." he whispered softly.

He got up from the edge of the bed and straightened his robes.

"My name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, as you already know. As Headmaster Of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Head of The Order Of The Phoenix, I happily offer you a place in both; Hogwarts, to finish your seventh year and take your N.E.W.T.'s, and a place in the Order to have the chance to fix that ugly future of ours and fight side by side with those whose children were once your allies. You can either accept or decline, of course. I shall understand entirely if you do not wish to face death a second time." He stood there ,waiting for an answer, as the twinkle returned in his eye.

"I accept both of them, sir. We all will die one day. Why not die side by side with those whom we love, rather than alone in our beds? Why would I choose not to take this risk, knowing what the future holds if it stays the same?" she reasoned, a small grin appearing on her lips. "The darkest of times remain such until someone decides to break the pattern. Things will continue as they do until someone has the courage to make a difference," the woman added wisely.

"Too true dear...Too true..." He nodded, amazed by the brilliant witch in front of him.

He turned and walked towards the door with small strides, humming an odd tune as he went. He froze inches before the door, and turned to face Hermione.

"You will keep your name, but we will say that you are the godchild of Minerva and myself. You are a half-blood, your parents were killed by Voldemort, and you were home schooled. Now rest. There are five weeks to the feast ,but we must work on what to tell the order..that we do."

Hermione simply stared and nodded. The huge door opened and the man was about to walk out when she remembered the most important question of all. Mentally slapping herself, she asked, "Excuse me sir, what year are we in now?".

"I beg your pardon? Oh, yes, of course. 1977, my dear. 1977."

Hermione fell back hard on her pillows, hearing Poppy's footsteps, as the nurse walked into the Hospital Wing still fumming as a pissed off hipogriff.'1977'Finally realazation hitting her. She slapped her hand on her forehead and let out a timid sigh, "The year of the Marauders. The year of Sirius Black..."

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Well this is the first chapter(save the prologue).

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Marauders in the next chap ...so ...stick with me and see.

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