AN: Heey, I know these ones are overdone but i love them, so im doing my own :D dunno if it will be any good but I'm doing it anyway (: reviews and all that maybe? Let me know if its worth doing yano? Please. - SKRx
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She was tired. She had not slept in 3 days. Instead she had been pouring over old tomes looking for something, anything really, all the while avoiding her dreams. What she really needed was a spell that would give her a 'do over' so to speak. She could fix it, this shitty world they now lived in. It had been four months since the final battle and things did not go as planned. Harry had died in the forest, Neville chopped of Nagini's head and Ron threw a 'avada kedavera' at 'Ol Voldy. Turns out the Dark Lord had known all along they were going for his Horcruxes and made a backup one they didn't know about. He had left Hogwarts then claiming he would be merciful and give them a week's head start before he started killing them off. He gave them three days in reality. Ron was the first to be taken out. The rest of the Weasley's were soon picked off after. Except Charlie, he had managed to escape back to their hideout but he wasn't the same, he barley spoke and could often be found shit faced in front of the fire. Neville and Luna were next; they were driven insane by the cruciatus just like Frank and Alice. Most of the remaining survivors tried to flee Britain after that; they never made it to their destination. That had been last month.
There were only 6 of them living in this beat up shack protected by the fidelius charm, she was secret keeper since she never left and was researcher of the group. Two of the small band of survivors' were once Slytherins, Draco Malfoy; who had gone against his father and the Dark Lord after the sixth year fiasco and his best friend Blaise Zabini; the Zabini's had always been a neutral family but not even they were safe anymore, it was the Dark Lords way or no way. There was also Dean Thomas, a Gryffindor muggleborn and Ravenclaw Padma Patil. They all kept to their pairs and never really said much. And then there was Charlie and herself. Charlie didn't talk much and was pretty much almost drunk but he had taken to hugging her and sleeping in her bed at night for comfort. She didn't mind, she needed comfort too.
She turned her attention back to the book in front of her and kept her mind on task for another three hours, she was just about to call it a night and have some well deserved sleep when something caught her eye. Her brown eyes suddenly lost all traces of exhaustion and fatigue and for the first time in months an almost hopeful glimmer appeared. It was a rare spell, never been used for a couple of centuries since no one was ever stupid enough to use it but they didn't have any other options anymore. Sure she'd be effectively killing herself but come on, it was more likely she be murdered soon anyway. The spell would kill her and send her soul back in time, creating a identity which never existed in the past timeline, she would be reborn and have to grow up again but she could change it. She could even go so far back as to stop the problem before it began. She'd never see her friends or family again but it was a small sacrifice for their happiness and safety she thought. A lot of people would still be alive if it wasn't for that man. Yes this was precisely what she needed.
She would tell the other's of her plan in the morning she decided. Better be well rested for my death she thought wryly.
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It took her brain a couple of minutes to remember the spell and her plan when she woke up the next morning but when she did she shot out of bed and into the little sitting area calling out that there was a group meeting immediately. As they all took seats she could see the questioning looks on there faces, after all group meeting usually came when one of their own had gone missing or died and the fact she was grinning like a loony wasn't helping their state of confusion.
"Alright alright, mind telling us why you called this little tea party Granger?" Draco drawled looking bored, pfft, as if he had anything better to do in this shit hole. It was an abandoned farm house completely isolated from the world around them and heavily warded against death eaters and under the fidelius but it wouldn't last forever, she knew the dark lord was determined to exterminate the last of 'the golden trio'.
"Well, what would you say if I told you I could change all this," she said motioning to everything around them, "change the outcome of the war, the outcome of our lives? What would you say if I told you I had found a way to go back in time and stop the problem before it even started?" she bit her lip in apprehension waiting for the inevitable barrage of questions.
"What you mean like a time turner, I thought they were all destroyed?"
"Time turners don't go back more than a couple hours, I don't see how it's possible."
"You found something didn't you, in those books you haven't left for days, some ritual or something?" Yes Draco always had been a smart one. Not as smart as her of course but smart enough.
"Bingo. It' a spell, a dark one at that, one that would effectively kill me and send my soul, skill and memories back in time to a new identity that doesn't exist yet in this timeline. You would all remember this life because you'd know that it was going to change but you would have your main memories of the life you'll be living should I do this, basically you'll have two sets of memories. No one outside this room would have any idea what you were talking about if you asked them of the war or Voldemort. And Hermione Granger won't exist at all; I'm basically trading one life for another. I'll literally be reborn into that time." She explained as best she could. Looking around she noticed the hope in their eyes and surprisingly some reluctance from Charlie,
"How can you be sure it will work? How do you know you won't just be killing yourself?" demanded Charlie. Ah, so that was why he was reluctant.
"Wouldn't you rather me try, you could have your family back, the way it should be without the constant threat of death looming over you. Nobody will know i'm missing; I won't be a big loss, only you five will know I ever even existed." She stated. Even if they did remember her she doubted her parents would care much, once she found out she was awitch and went to Hogwarts they became cold and uncaring, bordering on abusive. "I'll even check up on you, tomorrow, in the new future, here and you can let me know if life's better. Please let me do this?"
"It's your choice Granger, I'd rather not risk it but your stubborn so you have my support." Surprisingly it was Blaise who said this. He was met with noises of agreement and a very reluctant nod from Charlie. And for the first time in four months she felt happy.
"Let's do this then shall we?" she said and instructed them all of the wand movement and incantation, all she had to do was think of a five year time frame to be born into while they cast the spell. She didn't know the exact year Tom Riddle was born but she knew it was between 1925 and 1930, so that was her time frame.
Taking deep calming breaths, she gave them the okay to start. She kept her time frame firmly planted in the forefront of her mind. She could hear the others chanting and could see the violent purple glow starting to emit from their wands. Brighter now. BAM. Pain, gut wrenching. Shoot me please. She couldn't breathe, she was suffocating. Blackness engulfed her normally astute mind and she knew no more.
Charlie watched with morbid fascination as the purple lights surrounded Hermione, glowing brighter and brighter until it was painful to look at, all he could hear was wind whipping around his head. And then just like that it was over, they had just murdered Hermione Granger. He could see Padma crying into Dean's shoulder and even Draco shed a tear for the brave witch. Absently he noticed that he was also crying but this revelation was cut short as a blinding pain shot through his head, it was awful but sweet unconsciousness came which he gladly fell into.