Six months after Hermione had killed Gideon; Tom, Hermione, Bellatrix, Rabastan, Radolphus, Mulciber, Nott, Dolohov, and Abraxas were strolling through the gardens at Riddle House.
They were not really talking about anything, merely trying to outdo each other in the ridiculous things they were going to do after they won the war.
"Well, Mulciber, I'm going to put on a pink tutu and prance around the Ministry." Bellatrix smirked.
Hermione threw back her head and laughed, the sunlight catching her curls and turning them copper.
Merlin, she's beautiful. Tom thought.
Without warning they're peaceful afternoon was shattered. White plumes that were distinctive of Order apparition appeared all around them.
"Scatter!" Tom shouted.
Diving to the ground, Hermione barely missed being hit by a stunner. "They're trying to take prisoners!"
"They can try!" Bellatrix cackled as she threw a killing curse at Lilly Potter. The muggleborn barely dodged. Bella snarled, she hated that the redhead was almost as good as her.
Hermione threw a sectumsempra at Sirius Black, he was barely able to block it. "You are a disgrace to your name!"
"Yeah, well at least I'm on the right side!" Sirius snapped. "We've done our research on you, and you are no pureblood."
Smirking, Hermione flicked a crucio at the wayward Black, sending him twitching to the ground. Scanning the field, Hermione looked for a target. Spotting Alastor Moody, she shouted. "Bombarda!"
Moody, not sensing the spell before it was too late, screamed and dropped to the ground, cradling his left eye. Blood was pouring out of the, now empty, socket.
"That spell's not supposed to work on organics!" Molly shrilly shouted. She was suddenly terrified of the Dark Queen, perhaps this plan of theirs wasn't such a god idea after all.
Hermione turned her attention to Dumbledore, whose back was to her while he dueled Tom. Thinking she could kill him while his back was turned, she stalked toward him. She wanted to drive her wisps into his flesh and drain his blood.
Seeing what was about to transpire, Minerva snarled she would not let the Dark Queen kill her husband. Drawing an infinity with her wand while chanting, "Te futurum, necesse est redire ad tempus, ut in statera conpescuit."
A white light burst forth from Minerva's wand and surrounded Hermione. After the white glow had dissipated, only smoke rose from where Hermione had been standing.
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Hermione felt Minerva's spell hit her body; it penetrated her very being and engulfed her. A feeling a weightlessness enveloped her and she was flung backwards. Hermione's back slammed into something soft and squishy, instead of the hard ground like she expected. Looking around, Hermione saw that she was back in the Hogwarts Library and the Restricted Section was locked.
Standing up, Hermione made her way to the nearest window and the face that stared back at her was young. Seething, she bared her teeth. They had sent her back, or forward as it were, to her time.
Picking up a few days old newspaper, Hermione had to stifle a laugh. She had forgotten that most wizards thought Sirius Black was a Death Eater, when that couldn't be farther from the truth.
"Mione!" Ron called as he ran towards her.
Masking a sneer, Hermione turned to the Blood Traitor.
"Since you're out of the Library, let's go to Hogsmeade." Ron grinned. "Harry's already waiting for us under his cloak."
Rolling her eyes at his non-subtly Hermione strode toward the courtyard. "I could defiantly go for a Firewhiskey."
"Since when do you drink Firewhiskey?" Ron scrunched up his face. "And you know the Three Broomsticks won't sell to underage wizards."
Scowling, Hermione nearly, but not quite, stomped toward the wizarding village. Butterbeers a child's drink; it's too sugary, too think, and way too creamy.
Her mood only worsened when the shrunken heads barred their entry from the Three Broomsticks. However, since Harry was under his cloak, he slipped in.
"Fucking blighter." Hermione muttered.
Ron, not hearing her comment, grabbed her arm and dragged her to a snow covered bench. "We can wait for Harry here."
Hermione arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. There was no way her bum was going to touch the cold, wet snow. Ron, however, sat on the bench.
Casting warming and drying charms on herself – but not Ron – Hermione leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest. If Tom was in power, no one would make her wait; while she was the Dark Queen, no Death Eater had dared.
When Harry finally (fifteen minutes after he had entered) burst out of the pub, he stormed through a group of goblins, knocking them to the ground.
Hermione and Ron, the later apologizing to the goblins, followed the footprints that appeared in the snow; it was obvious their owner was fleeing something. The footsteps stopped at the clearing in front of the Shrieking Shack.
"Hermione?" Ron asked.
Rolling her eyes in annoyance, Hermione approached the rock where Harry was sitting. She gently pulled the cloak off the young boy.
Harry, eyes red-rimmed from crying, turned toward his friend. "He was their friend. He was their friend!"
"Who was, mate?" Ron asked, oblivious as always.
"Sirius Black." Harry sobbed. "He was their Secret Keeper! And my godfather."
Hermione gently stroked Harry's unruly, black hair; he wasn't Bella, but he would do. "Harry, I doubt Sirius Black would betray your parents, not if he was their friend. I'm sure there is an explanation."
"An explanation!?" Harry jerked backwards.
"Yes." Hermione nodded. "An explanation that someone else betrayed your parents."
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A/N: A direct translation of the Latin (by Google Translate): You in the future, it is necessary to return to the moment for the balance in check.
And she's back!