I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER.Chapter 4

After a long three weeks later, Hermione stood in the heads office, holding a roll of parchment clasped in one hand, and a tube of memories in another.

The past few weeks had been tough for Hermione, she spent most of them with her head in a book reading. Although reading was a fun activity for miss Granger, she had put unessasary pressure on herself, like she did with her exams. However this wasn't an exam, the material Hermione was reading was intensive information about the difficult art of Legilemency and Occlumency. Hermione had discussed with Dumbledore about how they would go about helping their past selves, and came to the conclusion that being able to manipulate your own mind and the minds of others would be very key in their plan. However as solid as that plan sounded, it would not work out as well. As to be able to teach such a thing like mind magic, would usually require practice, but all who were gifted with the rare talent were unfortunately dead. So all Hermione could do for now was read. Read as much as she could muster.

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"Miss Granger... It would be wise to turn back to the middle of the summer holidays, just before your sixth year. That should give me some time to teach you what you need to know."

"Yes Sir."

Dumbledore looked at the nineteen year old for a few more seconds, before nodding his head and smiling warmly at her.

McGonagall placed the time turner in Hermione's small hands.

"We believe in you miss Granger..."

Hermione looked into McGonagall's eyes and felt her warmth and respect for one another embrace, she always looked at the Gryffindor as if she was her own.

Hermione looked around the office, then down at her hands.

"Remember, once Tom is no more, and Severus has given Harry his memories... You come back, to now. Which is exactly 5 months later."

"Yes Sir," Hermione spoke with a distracted tone as she saw black orbs looking at her from a distance. Fixed on the eyes, her feet moved without realisation toward the bookshelves.

"Sir..." Hermione breathed.

The portrait Snape bowed his head, however never breaking eye contact.

"I do not wish you to fail Miss Granger. However I will warn you, I am a difficult man. I may refuse help..." He stopped as he took in a deep breath, as if the next words hurt him to speak. "Death is empty. Not what I thought it would be. I thought freedom would welcome me as an old friend... But very much like my life, I do not have friends. No one welcomed me here..." He was staring the floor now. "... Persuade me. Let me live. Not matter what vile things I will say, ignore them. Show me our conversations... Granger, please, give me something to live for."

Tears where splashing into her hands, as she took in the words of the most misunderstood wizards that had ever lived. She knew what she would have to do... She knew this mission set by the heads, her main priority, their main regret, their what if.

Save Severus Snape.

Be there for him.

Hermione knew that. She thought about it a great deal, in bed at night, when reading her books, at meal times.

Seventeen full turns. Thats all it took. When she placed her hand on the turner, he never took her eyes off his portrait. She wanted this. She wanted to help.

With a tug in her stomach as time slid away from her, in a magical cacophony of timelapses that whizzed passed her eyes. She could see, briefly Snape, when he was Headmaster sitting in the library part of the office. The hours he must of spent there, as he dashed around passed Hermion in her backwards state.

When all of a sudden, it was like somebody had slammed on the breaks.

Everything stopped.

She had done it.

Hermione Granger is now in the past.

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Hermione was still in the back of the office, when she heard a violent squeak from fawlks. Dumbledores head turned slowly as he rose from his seat. His face was full of thought, however when he walked closer towards Hermione, his mouth turned upwards and the familiar warm grandfatherly smile, that Hermione had seen many times, was now plastered on his face.

"Ah... Miss Granger, as you are aware this is the holidays, my dear you are far too..."

Hermione wandlessly summoned his pensive, and gently ushered his head into the pool of memories.

After a few minutes Dumbledores head slowly emerged from the Pensive. His eyes glistening through his half moon spectacles.

"My dear, please sit down, while I arrange your accommodation for your stay here."

Suddenly he waved a hand and a list appeared. "Ah, and here are some spells that will come in to some use for you..."

Just as Dumbledore bumbled to the door he looked at Hermione one more time.

"It's very nice to have you back miss Granger, you will be the most powerful weapon to this war..."

A/N Hello! really sorry for leaving it for A while. I have started my new job and it's quite a few long days ahead for me. So uploads will be delayed. However I hope you like this chapter!

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