Chapter Two: Back to the Orphanage
October 31st, 1981, 7:00p.m.: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Dumbledore arrived in his office at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with a sleeping baby in his arms. He carefully walked over to the furthest right shelf and retrieved his time turner. He looked at it carefully and wrapped its golden chain around both he and the baby in his arms. He began the tedious task of twisting in to go back in time. If they time and date wasn't exact, his plan would fail.
Albus had spent the last month trying to coordinate the events of this one night. He had worked diligently to alter the powers of the time turner to be able to go back and forth between times and finally was able to fulfill his original idea.
Some would ask why Albus didn't decide to use the time turner to hide baby Harry Potter, the boy whose parents would die to protect him and allow him to live, to eventually die this very night. The reason was because it wouldn't result in enough good. It was not enough to Albus Dumbledore to save just one family from Voldemort's dark powers. He wanted to save them all and the only way to do that would be to change Tom Riddle before he had the chance to be evil.
The first idea that came across his mind would be for him to go back in time and change Merope Gaunt's mind about abandoning her son, but he knew that it wouldn't work. She did not love her son and love is impossible to create. He wished it would have been that easy, but instead he was forced to come up with a new plan.
The time turner was ready to go now so he gently placed his arms tighter around Hermione's small body and allowed it to take them back fifty-four years. He looked around his empty office and apparated away to where he knew the orphanage that Tom Riddle had been dropped off at.
October 31st, 1927: The Orphanage
The evil man known as Voldemort was just a baby like Hermione. Dumbledore knocked at the orphanage door and was greeted by the thin and straight faced, Mrs. Cole, whom he knew ran the orphanage. She looked at him curiously and then invited him in.
"What may I help you with?" She asked, anxiously.
"You see, I found this baby in the park today, and I don't know what to do with her. She had a note with her." He took out a piece of parchment and handed it over to the woman.
To Whomever:
Her name is Sarah Martin. She was born on September 19th, 1926. I am unable to care for her and if you come across her, please bring her to an orphanage or find her a home.
Thank you
She looked it over once again and sighed at the sleeping baby in his arms.
"You did the right thing, sir." She reached forward and took the baby from him. Albus looked at her curiously. "I believe that is all. You may leave." He looked at the baby once more before leaving the orphanage. He stood at the outside of the building, observing what was happening.
Hermione awoke crying at the sight around her. Albus couldn't help but shudder at the life she would be living, but he knew it would result in the better good. Utilitarianistically, it was exactly as he should do.
Mrs. Cole placed the crying Hermione in a small crib next to another crying baby around her age. He had icy blue eyes and brown hair. His eyes were clearly red from days of crying. He just looked at the other baby who lay next to him and quietly stopped crying. Hermione looked more scared than Albus would have ever thought, but if this worked out, so much could be saved.
After ensuring that she was indeed as safe as she was going to get inside the orphanage, he took out his time turner and set it back to go the day he left, where hopefully, he would be standing alone in his office, about to retrieve baby Hermione to bring her back home again.
October 31st, 1981, 8:22 p.m.: Westbury Park
"I can't believe we gave our baby to him, Andrew!" Mrs. Granger wailed loudly. It had only been a half an hour since she had seen her baby last. Andrew stroked her curly blonde hair and hummed lightly.
"It's okay, sweetie. It hasn't even been an hour; she will be back in no time. Why don't you go and make us some tea, get your mind off of it?" She looked up, tears in her eyes and nodded. She stood from her spot on the couch and went into the kitchen. Andrew continued to look at his watch in ten second increments, wondering why time always seemed to go so slowly when you watched it.
Little did he know, his daughter was experiencing so much time pass by at the moment that it was astounding.
AN: Still, I can understand that this might sound a bit confusing, but it gets better. Please review. I am so curious as to what you are thinking about this particular story so far.