I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, the undertones of JK Rowling's prejudices would not be present.

Edit: Fixed various typos, reworded a few things to help clarify or just to flow a bit better.

Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, and Harry Potter took deep breaths of relief after a narrow escape from Death Eaters within the Hall of Mysteries, although they had become separated from Ron, Ginny, and Luna. They stood behind a magically sealed door, surrounded in all directions by clocks. They were all different styles, even standing grandfather clocks among countless others, every surface of wall and ceiling covered, as well as desks and counters with clocks and other objects of interest having to do with the study of time.

Harry stepped away from the other two at the door, his eyes drawn to a table with a familiar hourglass necklace. He set down the prophecy on the table, picked up the Time Turner and put it on swiftly, momentarily thinking he could go back and stop himself from coming to the Ministry, but remembered Hermione saying that messing with time like that would only make things worse.

"Harry, come here quick. I think I hear something."

Harry left it hanging around his neck as his friends called him over to listen behind the door, taking the prophecy with him. Several sets of footsteps approached the door and stopped outside, trying to force their way in. Lucius Malfoy directed the Death Eaters to break through the other doors and surround them at the exit, and the three Hogwarts students knew it was only a matter of time. The trio backed away from the door and looked around for a place to hide but had no options aside from hiding under nearby desks.

However, when two Death Eaters broke in moments after they hid, they saw the empty room and almost decided to move on, but one of them decided to make sure they weren't hiding. He began levitating desks around at random to check underneath, until his wand took aim at the desk Harry's friends were hidden under after the first failed desk, moments before the trio decided to attack. Before the desk moved, Harry panicked and jumped out from hiding using the prophecy as a shield.

"Stop or I'll smash this bloody orb! Voldemort won't care why he didn't get to hear the prophecy, only that he didn't!"

Harry thought for a moment that his bait had worked, and that maybe Hermione and Neville could figure something out to get them all out of this mess while he distracted the Death Eaters. But the two Death Eaters kept their wands up, though they didn't attack Harry. Instead, the plump Death Eater took aim at the desk Neville was under. Time moved so slowly for Harry as the Death Eater's wand twitched and the desk exploded, sending splinters and chunks of wood across that side of the room.

"Protego!"

Harry had only just been in time with a shield charm, casting it upon Neville and Hermione so that the desk's pieces did them no harm, though Neville's surprise kept him rooted to the spot. Hermione slipped out of cover and aimed her wand at the Death Eater who had cast the silent blasting curse, but she wasn't fast enough. Harry ran towards his friends in order to regroup, and hopefully out-duel the two Death Eaters.

Both Death Eaters exchanged sinister smirks, and their aim shifted from Harry to Neville and Hermione respectively as the bushy-haired Gryffindor dodged a stunner that had been reflected back at her by the Death Eaters. Harry's heart dropped as he heard the beginning of the spell the Death Eaters were about to cast as Neville stood and raised his wand, intent on backing up Hermione.

"Avada-"

They aimed a Killing Curse at both of his friends. Harry acted on instinct and leapt several feet to roughly push Hermione out of the way of the Killing Curse aimed at her, and attempted to blast Neville aside to escape his. He didn't know what he'd do after that, but he couldn't let his friends die.

"Flipendo!"

"-Kedavra!"

A wave of force emerged from Harry's wand of holly and phoenix feather that knocked Neville off his feet, and Hermione fell to the side and caught herself before hitting the floor. However, the Killing Curse meant for her hit Harry Potter square in the chest, and his body crumpled to the floor in front of her. The prophecy shattered upon the floor beside him, releasing smoke as well as whispers that were barely audible and that faded before speaking anything of value.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches..."

Hermione's mind blanked. Neville had yet to realize what happened as he tried to stand, and the Death Eaters were as frozen as Hermione, who might as well have taken ten separate body-bind curses. Hermione couldn't believe her eyes. Her body refused to accept the information as Neville finally realized that Harry was lying on the floor, unmoving. He was also the first to break the silence as he rushed to his friend's body.

"Harry...! No! NO!"

Hermione had tears streaming down her face, her eyes glued to the back of Harry's head. She hesitantly rolled him over so that she could see him properly. Maybe, she thought, just maybe, Harry Potter was still alive. After all, he survived the Killing Curse once... right? Wasn't he the Boy Who Lived? He was the chosen one, meant to defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named for good.

But when she rolled him over, his eyes were open in shock, dull and lifeless. Around his neck was a cracked Time Turner, still glowing faintly as grains of the sand-like substance inside the Time Turner leaked out. Hermione couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

"H-Harry...?"

As her fingers sifted through the glowing sand from the cracked hourglass, magic pulsed throughout the entire room, causing Neville and the Death Eaters to stumble for a moment. Unfortunately for the two young Lions, the dark wizards began to regain their wits after the realization of their mistake.

"... The Dark Lord is going to kill us."

"Don't you bloody include me in this! It was your spell that hit him!"

"Do you really think he'll care? At least you might get off with the Killing Curse swiftly enough, Crabbe. When he gets his hands on me, I imagine I'll be more vegetable than the Longbottoms before he decides to end it..."

"Bloody hell, Rabastan! I ain't got nothin to do with this!"

"Whether you want to or not, you do. Now take care of the blood traitor, I'll handle this filthy mudblood whore."

Crabbe Snr grumbled his frustrations but obeyed Rabastan regardless, but as he aimed his own wand, he was too slow. Neville shouted in fury as he attacked the plump Death Eater far faster. He fired off the first spell that came to mind, and in his fury, he didn't care about fighting clean.

"DIFFINDO!"

As soon as the Severing Charm was uttered, Crabbe Snr screamed, howling in pain as he clutched his right hand, or at least the stump that used to be his hand. Blood spewed from in between his fingers and began to fall in a steady stream as Crabbe Snr yelled in agony, now trying to pick up his wand left-handed. He never got the chance.

"Stupefy! Accio Wand!"

Crabbe Snr fell to the floor unconscious. Meanwhile, Rabastan had begun to approach Hermione with a wicked smirk as his eyes roamed her body full of ill intentions. Still, he never fully diverted his attention from Neville and Crabbe Snr. So, when his partner's screams were cut off by a loud thud, he flicked his wand in Neville's general direction, and the young Gryffindor was sent crashing back into the wall, knocking several clocks off the wall and right onto him.

Finally, Hermione had begun to regain enough of her senses to fight back. Unfortunately, she wasn't fast enough. Before her wand went up, Rabastan's wand lit up red, and then red light exploded around her. The Death Eater flinched in pain and was shocked momentarily, but put more power into his curse as he practically shouted the name of the Unforgivable.

"S-Stup-"

"Crucio!"

Hermione flinched and closed her eyes as she expected unimaginable pain, but it never came. After a moment, she opened her eyes hesitantly, and found that Rabastan had been sent flying backwards and was convulsing on the floor. Somehow, his curse had rebounded upon him. Hermione tried to think on how that could have happened, but her thoughts were cut short as Neville pushed aside the clocks burying him, and stood back up with ragged breaths.

"Hermione!"

Neville saw Hermione still glued to the floor beside Harry, and Rabastan writhing in the agony of his own supercharged Torture Curse. He quickly grabbed Hermione by the shoulder and tried to pull her away from Harry. She refused to budge however, and instead found herself clinging to his chest, tears streaming down her face once more.

"Hermione... We can't stay here."

Suddenly, the answer to how she was protected from the Cruciatus Curse revealed itself to her. She recalled that when Harry had survived Voldemort's Killing Curse, his mother had been begging for his life, offering her own in his stead. The same way that she sacrificed herself for her son, her son had sacrificed himself for her. Lily Potter's protective blood magic flowed within her now.

Hermione didn't care about that, however. All she wanted was Harry back. The small crush she had on Harry since First Year had been stuffed into the back of her mind and ignored. Now, it had burst forth from the depths of her thoughts and began to overwhelm her. She was never going to get the chance to tell him...

Neville's grip softened, as he realized that Hermione was doing more than grieving for a friend. Her sobbing cut off with a choking noise, and Neville thought she was doing her best to get herself back together. Then, he heard a metallic 'clink' and light began to spread from in front of her, as she began to turn the dial on the necklace. Neville let go of her shoulder in his surprise.

"What are you-"

A loud crack came from the source of the light, as if glass and metal had both shattered under immense force. Hermione gasped and nearly fell backwards, as light exploded and surrounded Hermione and the body of Harry Potter.

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Birds chirped outside Hermione's window, jolting her awake. The memories of before she woke seemed to thrust themselves to the forefront of her mind, and she quickly sprung out of bed and flopped face first onto the floor of her carpeted bedroom.

"Ouch..."

With a grimace she stood and made to grab her wand from her nightstand, not seeming to realize that her room was very different than she remembered, though still strangely familiar enough to know that it was hers. Her wand wasn't there nor in her pockets, but she bolted out her bedroom door without stopping to question a single thing. Hermione quickly made her way to the living room, seeking her parents in order to figure out exactly what happened after she lost consciousness inside the Ministry.

Because of what happened, she could hardly believe she would be home instead of in the Hogwarts infirmary or even St. Mungos. Something was beginning to feel off to the young Gryffindor, but she had no idea what. She sat down on the couch with her head buried in her hands, and remained that way for several minutes as she began to cry her loneliness away, a feeling she hadn't experienced since muggle Primary School.

Harry's death still barely felt real to her, and almost half an hour had gone by before the front door opened, and her parents, Emma Granger and Daniel Granger walked in still in their work uniforms. However, they weren't surprised to see Hermione at all. Instead, they greeted her warmly as if they had no idea what happened at the Ministry.

"Good afternoon, dear. How was..."

As her father greeted her, her parents quickly realized that their daughter was not happy in the slightest, and tears were still streaming down her face. If they hadn't known any better, they'd have thought one of her friends had died. They certainly didn't expect the flurry of questions that came next as Hermione barreled into her father like a bushy-haired missile.

"Mum, Dad! How did I get here? Why aren't I at Hogwarts? What happened to the others? Have you seen my wand!?"

Surprise was evident on the faces of her parents, she noticed as she withdrew from the hug around her father. They exchanged worried looks, and just motioned for Hermione to sit beside them on the couch. After a few moments, her mother spoke.

"What on earth do you mean, dear? Didn't you ride the bus home from school today? And what is this 'Hogwarts'?"

Hermione's anxious eyes flickered with panic. What was going on here?

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Mum! My school! And you know I don't ride the bus, we take the train!"

Hermione's father frowned, but his lips quirked up in the corner and her mother looked completely shocked. As far as Hermione could tell, they were struggling not to laugh.

"Dear, you must have fallen asleep reading one of your fiction novels again. Magic? Really? Besides, what kind of wizard takes a train to school? Surely they would be flying there on broomsticks, or dragons!"

Hermione was shocked silent, frozen with wide eyes as she stared at her parents in wonder.

"You've... forgotten about magic?"

Her father donned a new frown, one that didn't turn into an amused smirk. He was extremely concerned about the mental state of his little girl.

"Honey, magic isn't real. Are you alright?"

Hermione's entire world just flipped upside down, and she couldn't think of a single way to understand what was happening, much less fix it. Unless... Were they Obliviated?

A knock at the door brought the Grangers out of their uneasy silence, and it was her father who sighed and got up to answer the door.

"Greetings, Dr. Granger, my name is-"

Hermione couldn't see who it was, but she would recognize that voice anywhere. She shot up from her seat on the couch and ran over to the front door beside her father, who looked outright confused. Their visitor was wearing robes right out of fantasy.

"Professor McGonagall!"

As Hermione rounded the corner of the doorframe, she realized that her favorite professor seemed to be looking a lot better for her age than she remembered. Minerva McGonagall was also blinking in astonishment, not seeming to recognize her. Somehow, she got over her confusion and greeted Hermione as if nothing happened.

"You must be Hermione Granger, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Minerva extended a hand to Hermione and was left hanging due to the awkward series of surprises bombarding Hermione.

"What...?"

Minerva frowned, retracted her hand, and addressed her father.

"Well then. Dr. Granger, I have come here this afternoon to deliver a letter and explain a few things regarding the contents. First and foremost, now that Hermione has turned eleven, she has been accepted to Hogwarts-"

Hermione's father shot a quick glance to his daughter before cutting off the elderly professor with a tone of immeasurable disbelief. Hermione was still hung up on one word.

Eleven...!?

"-School of Witchcraft and Wizardry..."

However surprised Minerva was that Hermione knew her name, she was more so that her father knew about their school- though, that glance towards his daughter suggested it was her than informed him, not that it made any more sense. A moment of silence later and she spoke.

"It was my understanding that your family was not aware that magic existed."

"We weren't- I mean- It doesn't. It's just not possible..."

This was more of the reaction Minerva had been expecting. Still, she had a whole lot of questions for Hermione Granger... And it seemed she was eager to answer them.

"Pardon me Professor, but I need to speak with you a moment. In private."

Minverva quirked a brow in Dan's direction, and it seemed he was about to refuse to allow it until he felt holes being drilled into the back of his head. He turned around to see the most terrifying expression he'd ever seen, even more so than his wife, though it was clear where Hermione got it from. Her glare was fierce, and it worried him that it reminded him of the eyes of a soldier, which he'd seen more than his share of. He gulped down his words and meekly nodded.

"Of course... Take your time."

Hermione's expression softened, but the seriousness of her expression told Dan that it was not something an eleven-year-old should be involved in whatsoever. Hermione led Minerva into her bedroom, which after entering, Hermione's cleared mind recognized as her own from before Hogwarts. Hermione never expected the Time Turner to react after being broken, but it somehow pulled her mind into the past, far beyond what it should have been able to do. Then again, it was broken. She was lucky to even exist.

Minerva cast privacy charms on the room so that the Grangers would not overhear.

"Now, Ms. Granger... What is it that you wished to speak with me about?"

Hermione turned around with a nervous gulp, looking up into the eyes of Minerva McGonagall.

"You are going to have a hard time believing what I'm about to tell you, Professor. It happened to me, and even I can barely believe it..."

This got Minerva's attention to perk up a bit more with her curiosity, who simply nodded for the young girl to continue. From the flow of the conversation, McGonagall started to believe that Hermione Granger was a True Seer, or something close. She certainly wasn't expecting the truth, especially not so much of it.

Hermione blurted out the summary of what happened at the end of their visit to the Ministry, and then intended to rebound back to the beginning of First Year in order to supply undeniable proof.

"I used a broken time turner in 1996, and ended up back in my body NOW. There was a battle inside the Ministry between Voldemort's Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix, and Harry Potter had been there alongside me and a few other students due to the connection between his mind and Vol-"

"STOP! You must not speak another word Ms. Granger! I believe you, and every word you speak could impact future events!"

"HARRY WAS KILLED, PROFESSOR! That future cannot happen!"

Tears began to stream down Hermione's face once again. Minerva was shocked into silence. Harry Potter, dead? But the prophecy... that may indeed have fulfilled it. Surely though, it could not happen with all the protections around the boy? Minerva shook herself out of her thoughts.

"I understand, Ms. Granger. We will speak with the Headmaster very soon. For this afternoon, I will be taking you to Diagon Alley to purchase your school supplies. After that, I will take you to Hogwarts so that you can explain what happened in the future."

Hermione was still in a state of heightened emotion but nodded and turned back to the door.

"Thank you, professor. If you hadn't believed me... I don't know what I'd have done. Probably blasted into the Ministry to hex the lot of Death Eaters hiding behind Lucius Malfoy and that dunderhead Cornelius Fudge..."

Minerva thought to berate Hermione but stopped herself from doing so as she found herself smirking at the thought, and even chuckled at the slights aimed at the Minister and especially to hear them from an eleven-year-old, or a fifteen-year-old in their younger body at least. Everyone knew Fudge was a fool, but that's why he was also the perfect figurehead for the corrupt, a few Galleons and he would dance however his masters desired.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, but she still seemed to have something to say. With a moment of hesitation, she finally managed to say it.

"Professor... Before we go to Diagon Alley, can we go rescue Harry?"

Minerva recoiled at the question, but recovered quickly.

"Rescue him? Is he in danger?"

Hermione's eyes darted to the floor for a moment before meeting Minerva's gaze.

"His Aunt and Uncle are abusing him, Professor. He works like a house elf and sleeps in a cupboard, he has for as long as he can remember. And that's just what he let slip over the years, he's never told me anything directly..."

A flicker of surprise was snuffed out by rage. She knew those muggles were the worst sort!

"We will sort that out immediately, Ms. Granger. We can discuss more of this tonight with Albus and Harry."

Hermione smiled and nodded, which Minerva returned before leading Hermione out of the room they were in. Emma and Dan were sitting upon the couch discussing the situation, still coming to terms with the existence of magic.

"Pardon me Dr.'s Granger. Your daughter has informed me about something of utmost urgency. With your permission, I would like to bring you all along on this errand before we go to Diagon Alley."

The Grangers frowned and exchanged a look, before coming to a mutual agreement.

"I suppose... What is this errand?"

Minerva looked from the Grangers to their daughter, then back to them.

"A young wizard who will be attending Hogwarts alongside your daughter must be retrieved from his current residence, and he will be joining us in Diagon Alley this afternoon to purchase school supplies."

The Grangers had no reason to refuse, so Dan grabbed his car keys off the table and stood with his wife.

"Alright then, let's be off. Where is this place?"

Minerva couldn't help but smirk and shake her head. She placed a hand on Ms. Granger's shoulder.

"That will not be necessary, Mr. Granger. Everybody grab hands."

With raised brows, the Grangers all took each-others hands, and then a nasty pull in their guts expanded around them, and they were suddenly on an unknown street, standing in front of a house that looked incredibly well kept, more so than any they could see around them. Minerva gave them a moment to settle their stomachs.

Minerva and Hermione were unusually quiet as they walked up to the front door, leaving Emma and Dan uneasy. Weren't they just picking up a young wizard? Once Minerva had knocked on the door, she heard a shrill voice from inside call out, and then her voice got quiet and panicked. Minerva could only hear it due to her enhanced hearing, courtesy of being an Animagus.

"One moment! Get in, boy! Quickly now, and be silent!"

Minerva's eyebrow twitched. They did not just order him into the cupboard, in her presence? As the footsteps approached the door, Minerva's hand brushed up against the pocket where she kept her wand. Petunia Dursley opened the door and instantly Minerva's wand whipped out and pushed Petunia away from the door, and Hermione bolted inside even before the Professor could.

Emma and Dan were totally shocked. All of the sudden, it seemed like the Professor and their daughter were invading and attacking the people living here.

"Bloody hell, Emma, what is-"

Petunia shrieked from inside the house, as Emma and Dan hesitantly entered, and the door closed behind them.

"Freaks! Get out! GET OUT!"

Minerva silenced and levitated Petunia into the living room as Dudley came running downstairs, only for Minerva to body-bind him and levitate him beside his mother. The rage in her eyes kept Emma and Dan from opening their mouths, more worried about the unlocked cupboard that Hermione threw open. As Hermione entered and they heard her whisper something in a soothing tone, they couldn't help but approach and look into the small room. What they saw was heartbreaking.

Harry's cupboard could barely fit the boy himself, much less their daughter as well. There was only a small cot, a dirty blanket, and a few broken toys tucked into small corners where it was hard for anyone but a child to reach. There were some papers strewn about, but not a single textbook in sight. The boy himself was scrawny, and clearly malnourished. They all wondered if he even got a single full meal a day.

Emma and Dan made room for Hermione to lead Harry out of the cupboard, but they noticed a hint of something in the boy's eyes that made them even more confused. He was crying, but he was smiling. And the way he was holding their daughter so tightly... It made Dan want to pull him away, but knew the boy had been through enough already. At least for the moment, he would let it slide.

They all joined Minerva in the living room, and after she looked over Harry, the rage everyone saw on her face doubled, and they thought it couldn't get any worse.

"Everything is going to be okay now, Harry. Once we leave here today, you will never see these horrible people ever again."

Minerva thought she had seen enough that day to not be surprised easily again. And then Harry smiled up at her and spoke after wiping away a tear.

"Thank you so much, Professor McGonagall. I'm certain Dumbledore will not permit it however..."

Minerva thought she just about suffered a heart attack. All she could manage to do was look to Hermione, and back to Harry. Hermione spoke for them in an attempt to hurry the situation along.

"We have a lot to discuss later. The faster we deal with them, the quicker we can explain."

"Indeed... But the Headmaster will not have a chance to refuse, I assure you that I have learned from my first mistake of letting him leave you here, Harry."

Minerva tried to shake her mind out of its blank state, which was as easy as turning back to Petunia Dursley. Rage washed over Minerva instantly.

"Lily always loved you Petunia, no matter what happened when you were younger... But I am sure that she is watching, and will never forgive you for this insanity! Harry is an innocent child, and you have treated him cruelly! I for one can hardly look at you without the desire to drag you before a Dementor to be Kissed!"

Minerva turned on her heel and ushered the group out of the Dursley home, only stopping to look back at Petunia with a smirk and a wave of her wand to undo her previous spells, and cast a memory charm on both of them so they would forget about her use of magic.

"I wonder how well you can avoid being Britain's Most Wanted after your crimes? I hear child abusers are treated with immense kindness in muggle prison."

The door slammed behind the Professor, and Petunia was left wide-eyed as her eyes nearly rolled back. Dudley hid his face inside his hands and his body shook in fright as he lay upon the couch beside his mother. This is how the muggle Police found them ten minutes later, before paying a visit to Grunnings.