A/N: Because I needed another something on my mind, here is my first time travel fic. Yes, I know, I need to finish my other stories. Yes, I know, I need to get my head on straight. I can't. I haven't for a minute and it has been bothering me. This is the first time that I have been able to actually sit in front of my computer and think of something coherent. So, I am going to run with this until I have exhausted my resources. Because I really want to see this one pane out. I think I am going to update this one on Saturdays. As of right now, that is the day I have the most time to myself. And I am quite excited over this one. I think it will be a great journey.
Warnings: This is going to be an interesting, if not darker, fic. I am going to warn you, there will be blood, guts and probably some smut. I WILL get over my anxieties on smut. Also, there will be Death Eaters and there will be Dark Lords. Please, keep in mind, this will be Rated M for reasons. :D
Happy reading!
Henny, that lucky Penny!
Elation.
An emotion that Hermione Granger was currently not accustomed to, but it was surging through her veins. It did not burn like pain. It did not heat her chest like adrenaline. It did not slow down like sadness. It was light and flowing. Despite the minor cuts and bruises, Hermione's lips would not stop grinning. Despite the bodies strewn on the floor, her heart fluttered. In time, she could begin grieving. In time, she would weather the storm of loss. But right now, Hermione was going to revel in it.
Harry Potter, her Harry, had felled the not-so-great Lord Voldemort. He had beaten the Dark Wizard obsessed with eternity. Her Harry had brought peace and light to the chaos and darkness. Hope had defeated despair. And damn anyone who would try to tell her to stop celebrating internally. This was their time to enjoy the feeling. She, Ron and Harry deserved this.
A quiet rustling broke through Hermione's happiness. It disturbed the peace settling in her chest. Being naturally curious, Hermione wanted to investigate. The knowledge that Death Eaters were still being rounded up, made her think twice about the idea. But it happened again and if it was an enemy, then they needed to be dealt with accordingly.
So, with a determined lift of her chin, the young witch slipped from Neville Longbottom's side and went to inquire about the sound. Her wand raised and steady, she escaped to a small hallway that led to two unused classrooms. A small noise attracted her attention to the room on the left. And with soft, measured footsteps, Hermione approached the doorway.
A quick swipe of her tongue on her lips to moisten them and Hermione craned her neck to take a peek inside. The quick scan revealed that no one was standing in the space. But that was like only reading the first chapter of a book and announcing that you knew exactly how the text ended. Her caution caused her heartbeat to accelerate. And with that rush of blood, the witch stepped lightly into the seemingly empty space.
Then everything started happening too fast.
A thick, strong hand wrapped around her off-hand like a flash of lightning. The grip was painful and caused a small squeak to emit from her lips. A whispered 'Safe travels, Mudblood!' and Hermione's wand was knocked from her grasp. A small trinket was shoved into her palm. Before Hermione could hear the sound of wood on stone, a familiar tug on her naval had Hermione being pulled away. The last thought Hermione had before the black took over was 'Damn it!'