A/N: To clear the air, this chapter is mainly just detailing the future events Hermione saw.

Chapter Three: Recollection

She stood in a crumbled Hogwarts, once beautiful and intricately carved pillars knocked down to a solemn withered stub. Fallen arches added to rubble thrown across the cold stone floor, invoking a strong pang of loss in Hermione for her former school as she stared open-mouthed at the horror unfolding before her.

On one side of the bloody battlefield, Hogwarts students sagged defeatedly, some sobbing at the sight before them and others too stunned to respond.

In the center of the destruction stood a pale, snake like man who smiled eerily with joy at his victory; showing his yellowed, shark-like teeth.

It was Voldemort.

He was back...He was back.

Behind him stood his army of Death Eaters, all clothed in black menacing robes that billowed hauntingly in the wind. Despite their win, very few of them showed even a hint of satisfaction. They all simply existed, waiting for Voldemort's command, void of emotion.

To her surprise, Hagrid also stood to the side of their ranks. He looked so broken, shoulders hunched and quaking, seemingly weeping. But he appeared to also be holding something...a body?

Her heart stopped as her breathing caught- it was Harry. A sob escaped Hermione's lips, her body shaking as tears began rolling in buckets down her cheeks. She squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face in her hands, unable to look at the gruesome image that hovered mockingly before her.

Harry laid limply in Hagrid's large arms, dwarfed by the half-giants size. His black hair was plastered to his face, covered in crimson liquid. His head was tilted back, hanging lifelessly off of Hagrids forearm. Blood poured down Harry's face from an incomprehensibly deep gash, snaking from his forehead all the way down to his chin. His normally energetic green eyes stared dully up at the depressing grey sky, void of all life that used to reside there.

Voldemort's cackle sliced through the heavy air as he triumphantly threw his hands in the air. "HARRY POTTER IS DEAD!" Another terrifying laugh echoed from his mouth, a laugh that would forever haunt her dreams; one so chilling that the whole earth seemed to tremble in fear before it.

He couldn't be dead- Hermione thought, sniffing as she tried to wipe away her never-ending flow of tears. He'll be ok- he's going to pop up any mintute now and save the world...

Any minute...

Come on Harry... She pleaded, almost hoping if she begged hard enough his heart would start again and life would return to his bones.

Sobs racked Hermiones body, vision blurring as she realized this wasn't just some nightmare; it was the future. Somehow, her future self was showing it to her- possibly to help her learn from their mistakes by providing her with their outcome. She didn't know how she knew, but somehow she had a sort of impression that was why this was happening. As if she had already lived it and was now recalling it in a dream.

I am not going to let this happen.

Her nails dug into the palms of her hands as she clenched her fists, leaving crescent-shaped marks on her palm. She burned with anger as hot tears continued to roll down her cheeks. I am going to slaughter Voldemort in the most ruthless, painful, cruel way-

Hermione's vision suddenly melted into a new scene, interrupting her thoughts as she stepped back in shock. She found herself standing in a group of people, both young and old, fear so strong she could almost see it radiating off of them. Looking around, she realized she was in the Ministry of Magic. Voldemort must have taken over, she observed, noticing all the sneering Death Eaters stationed in every corner.

Looking past all the heads swarming around her, she saw a Death Eater looming above a young wizard who was on his knees, pleading imbetween sobs. He looked like he was just a few years older than Hermione.

"Crucio!" The Death Eater smirked as he watched the man writh in pain on the blood-stained floor as he cried out.

"Please...please...I-" He was cut off by his own screams as the man cast the unforgivable curse on him again. Then the man stilled, body bent at unnatural angles as his head lolled to his right. His glazed icy eyes seemed to stare directly at her, unblinking. "They're coming for Harry...They're coming..." The whole room had frozen as he spoke, as if time had stopped for everyone except her and the wizard. As soon as the last word left his mouth, his head sagged and time resumed.

"Filthy Mudblood," The death eater muttered, kicking the side of his lifeless body.

They are killing all the muggle-born's, Hermione realized, her vision blurring as fresh tears poured out of her eyes. Heart-wrenching shrieks of torture filled her ears as the death eaters brutally mudered each and every one if them.

I can't take it anymore. I can't! Hermione fell to her knees, her throat dry from her cries. She covered her ears and curled up into a ball on the floor, her tears soaking through her shirt. She just wanted out to be over- she couldn't tolerate another second of it! I have to do something to stop this.

Then Hermione remembered what the man had said- she had to warn Harry. "HARRY! She yelled, tilting her head to the ceiling as she willed with every fiber in her body that he would hear her somehow. "THEY'RE COMING HARRY! "THEY'RE COMING!" Suddenly she felt the iron taste of blood in her mouth and her sight turned black, all screams coming to an abrupt end.

Harry stared at her as she finished retelling the story, slack-jawed. He opened and closed his mouth before pressing his brows together in a thoughtful expression, absent-mindedly running a shaky hand through his unkempt raven hair. He was more than willing to sacrifice himself to win agaisnt Voldemort, but obviously that had not worked out. Instead Hermione and thousands of others, mainly muggle-borns, were killed. Tears pricked in the corners of his eyes and he quickly blinked them away, trying to stay strong for his friend.

"I.." he paused and sighed, his hand falling from his now very messy hair to rest on his knee. He stared blankly at the floor, quietly continuing; "Man. I don't know what to say. That's a lot." Harry's apologetic green eyes met hers and she almost broke down into tears again.

Every time Hermione looked at him, an image of his lifeless eyes projected across his face, as if her brain wanted to remind her every bloody second that he could be dead. She knew, know matter what happened in the future, she would never be able to get the vision out of her nightmares.

"Yeah," She agreed, running her hands over her face as she leaned back into the infirmary bed, unable to face him.

Madam Pomfrey walked up beside Hermione, gently placing a slender hand on her shoulder. "Miss. Granger, how are you feeling?"

"I'm okay, I guess. Just a little tired." She replied, sitting upright.

"Good, good." The woman ran her wand across her body, doing a quick scan to ensure her wellness. "Alright then! You are dismissed, Hermione. Just don't overexert yourself." She gently patted her shoulder gently, walking away to tend to a different patient.

She slowly climbed out of bed, following Harry out of the room as thoughts raced through her head.

What if I can't save Harry? The thought pushed to the front of her mind, silencing all the others. No, I can't afford to think like that. I'll find a way to figure out how future-me messed up.

"Do you want to go now to pick up our books or would you like to wait till later and get some rest?" Harry asked, stopping and turning his head to her, remembering the books they left at the tree.

"What? Oh, um...yes?" Hermione looked up at him, her eyebrow raised slightly and her head cocked as if she was asking him if she answered correctly. She hasn't been paying attention; she was trying her best to sort out her jumbled thoughts as they walked.

He grinned. "So go now or wait untill later?"

"For what?"

"To get our books, Hermione!" He laughed. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Hermione,"

"What?"

"You can tell me if something's up." His gaze sofend as he noticed the pained expression on her face. She looked up at him and nodded her head stiffly.

Not wanting to talk but still needing comfort, Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry's torso. Silent tears dripped from her face onto his shirt as she sqeezed her eyes shut, the image of Harry's limp body continuing to swim in her vision as if it was branded on the back of her eyelids. She held onto him tighter, soft cries melting into violent sobs.

"It'll be okay, Hermione." His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he tried to stamp down his own uncertainty. What if we can't figure it out? What if Voldemort wins and Hermione gets killed, like she does in her vision? Harry wrapped his arms a little tighter around her, his voice shaking. "We can go tell Dumbledore later and we'll figure it all out."

They stood for a few minutes in the empty corridor, both fearing the worst for their future.

Hermione wiped her red eyes and pulled back from Harry, looking at the floor despairingly. "Lets go to the common room."

Harry plopped himself down on the red sofa and flicked his wand, glowing numbers appearing to represent the time. 6:57am. "Looks like we got plenty of time to finish our homework, Hermione!" Harry said with mock enthusiasm, smiling at her in an attempt to lighten her mood. She rolled her eyes as she lowered herself to sit next to him on the couch.

"You must be estactic." She replied sarcastically, a shadow of a smile appearing on her lips.

"Mhm." He leaned back in the sofa, stowing his wand in his pocket.

Hermione also reclined back into the cushion, drawing her knees up to her chest. "Harry?" She asked, staring blankly into the empty fireplace.

"Yeah?"

"What if I can't save you?"

A/N: I hope you like the story so far!! :)