Killing Butterflies

Summary: A worldwide witch hunt. Everything gone and only people on the run. When everything and everyone close to her is gone...she searches and finds one last hope to help her...blessed by magic she is given a chance to right the wrongs at the beginning...but she is thrown further into the past and into another war.

Hermione/Gellert Grindelwald

Chapter One

Hermione breathed deeply as she looked at the temple, it was still intact, though there were vines and other plants everywhere, making the temple have the feel of nature retaking it. That isn't what made her take pause. It was the feel of the place, she could feel the power pulsing around her making the hairs on her arms stand on end.

She wasn't going to back down though, there was nothing else for her. She had exhausted all her resources and this place was the last hope she had.

"Please let this be real," Hermione muttered to herself as she entered the temple, hope in her heart that she wasn't just wishing and that the things she had read were more than just lore and false information.

"You have come a long way, young one." A soft voice whispered through the temple, Hermione looked for it and in dark robes, a woman stood; her white-blonde hair sticking out in the dark temple.

"You have come for a reason though..." the woman moved closer, her bright amber eyes looking into her as if reading her soul.

"You are...magic?" She didn't know what to call her. The books and scrolls had called her mother magic. Goddess. There had been no other name they had given her.

"One of the names given to me, yes...or Hecate is another." The goddess told Hermione who took a deep breath, her body filling with relief. The research she had done had been correct. The hours she spent looking wasn't in vain...she hoped. It was just up to this woman...or goddess to see if she would help her or not.

"Do you know why I am here?" Hermione asked, she wondered if Hecate knew what was going on in the world. That the magic users, witches, and wizards were getting eradicated off the face of the earth.

"You seek to right what has happened to my blessed ones." She spoke, her voice filled with grief. Hermione paused at this, wondering if she heard those emotions right, why she hadn't tried to help.

"Blessed ones?" Hermione inquired, never hearing that term before.

"The ones I gifted with magic. My chosen...my blessed." Hecate sighed, eyes filled with such grief as she spoke.

"I can't interfere in their lives when I am not believed in anymore. The old ways have gone from this world, and soon I shall go with it..."Hecate's amber eyes bore into Hermione.

"But you, my smart witch, found clues about me. Searched and searched and learned." Pride was evident in her voice; she looked at Hermione with pride.

"You want a way to change everything that has happened. I shall give you away...though some changes will be made to you for this to happen." Hecate breathed deeply as she moved closer holding an object out to Hermione.

"I have adjusted this. It will disappear once you are in the right time. I am sending you to where things started to fall apart. When the old ways started to die out...and where if things went different this war could have never happened." The woman waited for Hermione to take the item out of her hands.

Hermione did so, eyes widening as she saw what looked like a time turner, but the colors and markings on the outer ring was different.

"You need to learn more about the old ways when you arrive. Go to Gringotts and take an inheritance test..."Hecate was interrupted by Hermione who was confused.

"I am a muggleborn though..." She started causing Hecate to laugh softly at the confusion on the young witch's face.

"You won't be the minute you land there. I did some...adjustments with permission of your soon to be ancestors. They had offered the use of their name and treasures left behind. The main family name had died out and would be honored for you to use it once more." Hecate smiled as she stepped closer to Hermione, cupping her cheek and giving her a kiss on the forehead.

"Don't worry about time...you are blessed to do what you will. Save magic...save my blessed ones...and live your life as you will it." The goddess disappeared as she spoke again, it echoing around the room.

"Turn it twelve times and you shall start your journey...Blessed be."

Hermione stood there, the modified time turner in her hands as she felt relief flow through her. She would find out who Hecate was talking about that was going to give her theory family name and money when she arrived.

She spun the time turner twelve times as the world sped backwards around her, the movements making her feel sick until darkness took over her, and memories of the past playing in her head.

"HARRY!" Hermione struggled against Ron's grip, trying to break free as tears ran down her cheeks as the heat from the flames licked her cheeks. She wasn't going to leave him, they had been through so much...come too far to die like this. If he was going down, she was too. They would all fight till the end.

"Get her out of here Ron. I am going to hold them off as much as I can for people to escape." His green eyes flashed to his two friends...the two people left that he called family. He was going to give them time to escape and live another day.

"You two take care of one another...you here..." He gave them a sad smile, and the two could feel tears in their eyes, making Hermione fight harder to get out of the grip pilling her in place.

"Let me go!" Hermione screamed, her voice cracking as she struggled as Harry turned his back from her and made his way to a group of people that had been hunting them. She wasn't going to let him do it.

Not her brother...

"RON! LET ME GO!" She was only answered with a choked sob as arms warped around her more securely and the sensation she knew all too well coursed through her body before the scenery spun away a loud crack filling her ears.

x-x-x

"Ron...please..." Hermione cried, tears running down her cheeks as she held his head in her hands, her body hunched over his as her forehead was against his. He couldn't leave her too...that hit was meant for her.

The Nobel git.

"Please...please...please," Hermione begged as she rocked back and forth, blood seeping into her own clothes, but she didn't care. All she cared about was about this man who had been through so much...who had the emotional range of a teaspoon...but had been through so much with her for the thirteen years.

"Don't leave me too." She sobbed she heard his choked breath and knew that he was still alive, but just barely.

"I promised Harry I would take care of you..." Ron whispered as Hermione pulled back to look at him with tear-filled eyes, the two of them were covered in dirt and grime, but at the moment it didn't matter. They had been running for so long...the two didn't know what clean was anymore.

"Besides...I couldn't let you die. I wouldn't be able to live with myself." He whispered, his eyes half-closed as coughed before he started to convulse. Hermione tried to help him as much as she could, but she had a broken wand, and she was spent. Her core was exhausted and she didn't know how much longer she would stay awake before collapsing.

Ron went still, and terror went through Hermione. She gently touched his cheek as she tried to control herself from breaking apart completely. She had nothing left. She was alone. He was gone...

Everyone she loved was gone.

Nothing was left.

All because of muggles. All because they started a mass witch hunt on the wizarding world. Fear was a powerful thing and that fear they have killed so many. They didn't want to listen or understand anyone in the Wizarding world, no matter how hard they had tried.

They were killing them in cold blood. Child, woman, and man, killed if they were magical. No survivors. Even muggleborn families had not been spared.

Sympathizers.

Hermione took a breath, taking the wand out of Ron's hand. Her broken wand a few feet away from her. The wand may not be the best fit for her, but it was better than nothing...and it was Ron's...

X-x-x

The world kept spinning backwards around Hermione who was unconscious in the temple of Hecate...the world spun and spun until time stopped on a date that Hermione would start her new life once she awakened.

For she was now in the year 1924.