Summary: Hermione goes back to the Final Battle to save the one person who she believes shouldn't have been allowed to die, even knowing that she'll be ripping herself from every other timeline. AU from beginning of epilogue on.

Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own these characters. The epilogue wouldn't have been in Book 7 if I did.

I'll Give You All My Futures

Chapter 6: One Last Thing

"It is a curious thing...but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it." - Albus Dumbledore

April, 2003

Hermione's visit to St. Mungo's was strangely surreal. All day she had been anxious, almost as if she had drunk ten cups of coffee. Her energy level surged and lessened as she walked the halls, so much so that she almost wondered if she should let a Healer examine her while she was there. Once she got the lectionary, the surges stopped, but she was still worried. For the past few months now, she'd been having them, but never this bad.

"Hermione are you alright?" Ginny asked.

Hermione rubbed circles on her chest and nodded. Her heart had suddenly sped up and she felt like a large dose of adrenaline had hit her system.

"I'm fine," she said, standing abruptly because if she moved it helped. "It's not the first time that it's happened."

Ginny had almost made her go see a Healer then, and Hermione couldn't help but wonder if her friend had been correct. As she stepped into the lectionary with the mass of mediwitch and mediwizard students, she quickly found a seat up front.

"Well if it isn't Hermione Granger," a male voice said from the row behind her.

Hermione turned around to see Anthony Goldstein flashing her a blue-eyed smile. She grinned.

"I didn't know you were going to be a Healer," he said teasingly. "Last I heard, you were working for the Ministry of Magic. Which, as I remember, you vowed never to do."

Hermione laughed slightly and shook her head, more at herself than at him.

"I'm just here for the lecture. I'm glad to see you though. I haven't seen you since DA and that was years ago," she replied.

He smiled as he said, "Sometimes I wish that we could all be together like that again," he paused to chuckle, "Then I come to my senses."

Hermione chuckled a bit as well before they both turned around to listen as the instructor entered. Augustus Pye had helped to revolutionize the Healing world by the use of spells to contain, eliminate, or aid the healing process, especially in the treatment of patients during and after the Second Wizarding War.

"The spell that I am lecturing about today is Immstatis Mortis. Long, I know," he said, causing several students to chuckle, "Though definitely worth it. This spell is especially essential for victims of poison, unknown or known, spells, charms and curses, especially those unknown, as well as particularly vicious attacks. Now, the question is why. Who can tell me what the first problem of any of those victims is?"

A few hands went up. He called on a witch in pale green robes three rows up.

"The need for immediate treatment?" she asked.

"Very close," Pye said, "Very close to what I'm looking for."

He called on two other students before receiving the correct answer.

"The need to know how to treat them immediately," the wizard said.

"Yes, correct," he said with a smile. "Often victims of such attacks can die while lying right in the middle of a circle of Healers, simply because they do not know how to treat them within the short time frame that they have. The poison will have run its course, the spell will have done permanent damage, the wounds will have bled out. Immstatis Mortis solves this. May I have a volunteer? Two volunteers?"

Two students eventually came to the front. The Healer gestured for the first student to lie on the examination table.

"Now don't worry," he said with a smile, "You'll be able to see it performed as well."

With a twist and flick of his wrist, he said, "Immstatis Mortis."

The student's body went completely slack, as still as if she had died. The other murmurings of the students clearly thought the same thing. When her chest didn't rise to breathe, the murmurings became cries of alarm. Pye raised his arms to quiet the students.

"Finite Incantem," he said, and immediately the student jolted awake, sitting up and blinking at the Healer, breathing normally. "You see?"

"How do you feel my dear?" he asked her.

"Fine," she replied, "Did the spell work?"

Relieved chuckles resounded in the room.

"Yes it did," he said with a laugh himself. "With no lasting harm done. You'll see me perform it again with this young man in just a moment.

"As you could see," he continued, addressing the room once again. "She looked to all of you still as death, yes? That is the point of the spell. It holds the body in the exact state it was in at the moment the spell was cast. It will not reverse spells that were cast or such things as that. However, in cases where life or death decisions must be made, it gives the Healer the precious time he or she needs in order to diagnose and choose treatment. Especially in cases where the body is turned against itself and every breath brings the victim closer to death. Now, you must be careful. Every spell has its limits of course. The victim cannot stay under the influence of this spell for more than two minutes. Blood circulation must continue after that point. The spell can be repeated multiple times however."

Pye carefully went through the technique as he waved his wand, then followed with the careful intonation of the words so that all could hear him.

"Unfortunately, this spell will also have limits on the symptoms that it can completely stop. So far, the only spell whose aftereffects could not be completely negated by the use of this spell is the Cruciatus or certain types of spells that induce or create brain seizures or severe flaring of nerves. The one that you cast this spell on is very vulnerable to other types of castings. As such, you should be able to do basic diagnostic spells, while they are under Immstatis Mortis's effects, all those included in your text have been thoroughly tested with this spell. However, wait to cast active spells after Immstatis Mortis has been lifted," he said.

Pye demonstrated the technique again with the other students and then asked for further volunteers to practice the spell. Hermione was the first in line.

Later that night, Hermione went over the figures again. She had everything that she needed packed in her specially charmed robes (and hopefully many things she wouldn't need) and she planned to go back in two weeks, so that she would be back in time on May 1, 1998, close to the final battle. The date didn't seem to be correct though. The actual time of the rip eluded her. The necessary factor was saving Snape's life, both Snape's equation and the equation that described his death assured her of that. The second factor was her doing it by going back in time. The third factor was somehow Thorfinn Rowle, which gave her a narrowed view of the date. He had been found battered and tied in the property between Lovegood's house and the Burrow the July after the battle. July might make sense if she considered that final equation. Knowing she had to leave it, she moved to her kitchen to put on a new kettle.

Stumbling, Hermione quickly grabbed the back of her kitchen chair as she felt her heart surge again. Gasping, she was barely able to stand upright. All she could concentrate on was breathing as the attack worsened, driving her to her knees. Her vision doubled and just when she thought she might pass out, it stopped. A crash on her kitchen table made her stand, shakily. The teapot that had been a gift from Mrs. Weasley was shattered and the cold tea that had been inside now spelled out across her table:

Go. Now.

Her eyes widened, but she didn't hesitate. Running for her robes, she slipped into them quickly, followed quickly by the chain of Lovegood's TimeTurner. Tossing the specialized cloak over it all, she scattered the sealed and spelled letters across her kitchen table and Apparated.

The Forbidden Forest had never looked as ominous as it did now, she thought as she walked. She began reaching into her robes, but stopped herself. She wasn't going to check for the fourth time that everything was in order. Slipping the invisibility cloak's hood over her head, she levitated into a tree at the edge of the forest. Inside her head, she repeated the steps that she needed to perform, as she seated herself carefully on one of the free branches, making sure that the tree hadn't seemed altered in the past five years. Tucking her robes close in and around her, she made sure that the invisibility cloak covered her completely. Shaking, Hermione clutched the Time Turner's chain painfully tight in her hands. Everything she knew brought her to this moment yet she couldn't bring herself to turn the hourglass.

Suddenly hit with a burst of energy, her hands turned began to spin it.

A/N: Onward to the past! I'm sorry that it took until the seventh chapter to bring the main event. The next chapter I promise will be longer.