A/N: I am working on doing some rewriting when I need a break from writing my other fics and I will put the date in the a/n of each chapter when I complete it so that you know what chapters have already been redone.

I hope you all enjoy!

Edited: 4/27/18

Just One

Using a rare blood adoption ritual to make Hermione Pureblooded, the Order sends Hermione Granger Black back to 1971. Orion sends Hermione to Hogwarts for her seventh year and offers his help with the fight against Voldemort on the condition that Hermione fulfills a later unnamed favor. Polyandry, Hermione/AveryxMalfoyxNott, time travel

Chapter One

Hermione broke the surface of the ice-cold lake and gasped, feeling as if the cold was an iron band around her lungs, restricting their efficiency. They struggled to inflate as she inhaled fast, dragging her wet sopping hair out of her face, trying to clear her vision. It was distinctly uncomfortable treading water blind in a lake she was unfamiliar with. Merlin only knew what was in the depths of the black water.

She looked around frantically, searching for her two partners in crime and began to move to where some of the biggest ripples emanated from. Several seconds too long for her poor heart passed before Harry broke the surface, followed closely by Ron, sputtering and gasping for air. Relief weighed on her as she realized that everyone made it out of Gringotts alive. It was insane. They were insane. But they had the cup and that made it all worth it.

Movement from the shore, caught her eye and she slid her hand around the handle of her wand and clenched it tightly. She had no idea how long someone had been watching them, but it couldn't have been anyone who wanted to harm them. They would have already done so.

"Snape," Harry growled through clenched teeth as they swam to shore.

Hermione took that time to study their old professor and was shocked at what she found. He had always been thin but over the last year, he had lost a shocking amount of weight, evidenced by the way his robes hung from his emaciated frame. Her stomach clenched in pity and she struggled to keep it off her face, even as he pulled his upper lip back in a teeth-baring grimace, sweeping his limp greasy hair behind his ear.

Snape's glittering black eyes watched them from his nearly unresponsive face as he watched the drenched Trio wade out of the mountain lake. Hermione couldn't help but think of how sickly he looked, no longer the intimidating teacher who was threatening them with detentions and the loss of house points.

The most unsettling thing was that he wasn't glaring at Harry like he usually did; He was staring at Hermione and it was unnerving. His black eyes bored into hers, through her and Hermione looked away first, focusing instead on the object he was holding in his hands. A stone basin etched in runes, a pensieve.

"Come to finish us off too?" Harry angrily accused, and Snape seemed to grow even older as they watched. His shoulders hunched as if he carried a great weight upon them, he looked tired as if he had just one more task before he could be laid to rest. Hermione thought grimly that it was the look of a man who had given up, a man who was preparing to die.

"I'm here to deliver Dumbledore's final request. It's not to suffer your special kind of idiocy, Potter." He sneered but it lacked the acid bite they were used to. Snape turned to Hermione and studied her face, not as a lover would but as someone who was resting all of their hopes and dreams on them. He thrust the basin into her hands and his face took on a wistful look. Averting his gaze, he began searching the pockets of his inner robes.

After a few moments of rummaging and scowling, he produced a tiny vial filled with a single memory and handed it to Ron who was now standing closest to the dour Professor. Ron obviously didn't like the way Snape had been watching Hermione and successfully tried to wedge himself between them. These noble sentiments seemingly went unnoticed as Snape ignored him completely.

Hermione looked at him thoughtfully, she always thought there must be a damn good reason for his treason even if the boys still believed him to be a traitor. Dumbledore was known to be manipulative and crafty with a thousand contingency plans in place. He was always staunchly certain of his potions master, and that was good enough for Hermione. She believed there was more than meets the eye when it came to Severus Snape.

She took the basin, gasping with surprise. The basin was much heavier than it seemed to be. Hermione looked up in askance and with a barely recognizable nod in her general direction and ignoring the boys altogether, Snape twisted away with a pop, leaving the Trio to stare at the empty space he just occupied.

It was with great trepidation that the Trio opened the vial of memory and dumped it into the basin.

"Do you think it's a trap?" Ron asked dubiously.

"There is only one way to find out, it is only a memory. What is the worst that could happen?" muttered Harry. He was angry with himself and it was obvious. Divination wasn't needed with Harry; he wore his feelings on his sleeve. It was obvious that he was angry for not preventing Dumbledore's death and even after all this time, most of that anger bled into his hatred of Snape, compounding an already tense relationship.

They each dipped a finger into the silver swirling liquid and were sucked into the memory that was swirling innocently in the pensieve.

"As a last resort Severus!" Albus Dumbledore said, sitting behind his desk with a serious expression on his face. His teacup was full, cold, and long forgotten pushed to the edge of the desk. He was obviously trying to elicit a positive response from his Potions Master.

"A last resort that involves the mangy dog and at least one underage student! Out of anyone to send back in time, you choose the know-it-all Granger girl? Why? Why not find a pureblooded child to send back? With a few charms, you could give all the pertinent memories needed! And why go through the Blood Ritual to make her a pureblood, just to send her back in time? No one will know her there; she need only lie. She isn't as deficient as the other Gryffindor's in that area."

"Because Severus, a simple blood test would reveal her true parentage. We need to make sure that she is protected and the only way to do that is to have her adopted by blood into one of the most powerful pureblood families of the time. She is intelligent, powerful, and would do anything to change the events of James and Lily's murder. If only to ensure Harry's upbringing would be better than with the Dursley's. She needs to be backed by at least one powerful family to move around as freely as she would need to and the only one with enough power at that time without dropping her into Death Eater hands is the Black's. It is a huge bonus for us that Sirius is on our side and without prejudice, too. On top of that, she is powerful, and Orion won't be able to resist claiming her."

"And what family have you chosen her new mother from that you would deem powerful enough to help protect her? I doubt the Weasley's would be a good choice and most of the other families have few eligible female heirs on our side or at all for that matter." Snape argued.

"Abbott. Hannah Abbott. I know what you're thinking Severus and she doesn't need to marry Sirius to make this adoption authentic. Hannah will just adopt Hermione. The plan is to send Miss Granger back in time to 1971 immediately after. It won't affect Miss Abbott at all. The important part is that with a simple blood ritual, Hermione will be protected past, present, and future. There is no one who would dare challenge Orion once his support has been given and that is what we are counting on. In fact, I have it already arranged. Hermione will just have to go to Sirius when the time is right, and he will know what to do. If we could send her back before Voldemort's first fall, we have a greater chance to destroy him before he ever hears of the prophecy. If I judged her correctly, and I am sure I have, she will willingly sacrifice her future in this time to change things in the past. Can you imagine a timeline where Lily lives?"

Snape stared at Dumbledore with a mixture of anger and hope, bowing his head in resignation. There was no point in hiding exactly how much he wanted that outcome.

The memory faded out and the Trio came out of the pensieve a little disoriented, half expecting to be standing in the Headmaster's office. It was a great disappointment, however, when their circumstances hit them full force. Still soaking wet, and standing on the dam of the lake, the Trio stood holding the last plan enacted by the Headmaster. Hermione knew without a doubt that this was a last-ditch effort if everything went pear-shaped.

Maybe she wouldn't need to go back. There was still time to destroy the Horcruxes.

"Hermione..." said Harry shocked as he trailed off.

"He wants me to go back in time," Hermione muttered, brows furrowed as she considered the ramifications of such a thing. Harry's eyes snapped to hers. Would it even work?

"You can't seriously be considering this, 'Mione!" said Harry. Although he said that, there was nothing he wanted more than to spend his childhood with his parents and not have to worry about a war or being the chosen one. The thought itself was intoxicating. On the other hand, Hermione would be gone, and she would have to take up the job that had been left to Harry by Dumbledore. Alone.

"What would our lives be like if You-Know-Who was dead long before our time?" She looked up at Harry, then at Ron, both looking broken-hearted. She could see it on their faces that they wouldn't stop her from going but neither would they encourage her to stay.

Her gaze caught on Ron's and felt deep within her gut that whatever she could have had with him was dead. If she stayed in this time, if they lived after everything was over, and most of all if they won, maybe they could be something. But they were losing the war. There would be no place in Voldemort's regime for Hermione or Harry. What kind of life would a Mudblood and blood-traitor have together? That is if they were allowed to live at all.

Harry hissed in pain and clutched his scar as his eyes went unfocused and glazed over.

"He knows that we have been hunting Horcruxes." He panted, pressing his fingers into the small groove of his scar. "The last one is a tiara! He is headed to Hogwarts to check on it. It has the Ravenclaw crest on it."

"It must be the lost diadem," Hermione said.

"There is no way to get there first, even if we could apparate right onto the grounds. That makes two Horcruxes we can't touch. I have failed!" Harry raged in the realization of their imminent defeat.

"We haven't lost yet! In the pensieve, Dumbledore said all I would need to do was find Sirius. Well, we know exactly where he is! If we can't win hunting Horcruxes, then we need to find a new way to fight him." Said Hermione resolutely, knowing that she was damning herself in the process.

Dumbledore knew that if they weren't successful in finding and destroying the Horcruxes in time, they would need another option. And he provided one. Although, Hermione did wonder why he hadn't sent her back while he was still alive. Hermione's lips twisted with derision and answered her own question. She knew where, when, and what every Horcrux was now and how to destroy them.

With a flick of her wand, a gust of warm air surrounded them drying their clothes and bodies. Once she was satisfied, she dug around in her pocket and pulled out a small elastic circle and gathered her wild curls at the nape of her neck. She didn't have time to try and coax the mass into something manageable. Hermione took the both of the boy's hands and together, they apparated just outside of Bill's wards at Shell Cottage.

The first thing Hermione saw when they crossed the boundary was Sirius sitting on the sand of the beach with his knees drawn up to his chin and his arms resting loosely on them. He looked good, better than he had since before his twelve-year stint in Azkaban, she surmised. He was still handsome with black hair and grey eyes that was the hallmark dominant Black family genes. Gesturing in the direction of the beach, she started down the grassy knoll letting the boys trail after.

**HGHG**

It wouldn't be long now, Sirius thought. Snape had sent his Patronus a half hour ago with the message 'package delivered'. After rolling his eyes in irritation, it had taken Sirius five minutes to locate Hannah Abbott at the Tinsworth safe house that Dumbledore set up for her in the middle of her sixth year.

She had been in the kitchen baking cookies when he strolled through the door and without saying a word, Abbott untied her apron strings and tossed it onto the table before reaching around the doorframe into the next room to grab a small suitcase. As always, she was packed and ready to go. Sirius leaned against the table, grabbed a cookie and took a bite, closing his eyes to savor the delicious taste and the rush of fond memories. Memories of living with the Potters; summers of fun and love and just the feeling that everything was right in the world. Memories of things long gone.

They left the cottage only minutes after he arrived and with a nod, they were at Shell Cottage. She went inside, determined to share the cookies she had made but Sirius left to wait for Harry, Ron, and Hermione on the beach. He had no idea what their views of the whole situation was or even if they intended on utilizing it. Sirius wasn't completely sure what their task was, but he knew that it was the end game they were focused on. He could only hope they never needed to take Dumbledore's plan B.

However, he assumed they would want to talk to him regardless of what they were doing and continued waiting. He assumed right.

He watched them slowly make their way through the sand dunes and shifted. Before Dumbledore had died, he had given a pouch of things to Sirius, a pouch that was now burning a hole in his pocket. Two letters, and a time turner.

The first letter was sealed, only to be open by Orion Black detailing the reason for her time travel. Although Sirius had tried many times to read it, even using his considerable mischievous talents, it was no use. It made Sirius nervous to depend so highly upon his dysfunctional family and Dumbledore's word that Hermione would be treated well. It wasn't Orion so much as Walburga, that he was worried about as Orion was more likely to just ignore her, but his mother was a whole other kettle of fish. She made everyone miserable. He was almost embarrassed to send Hermione to them.

Everyone knew how Walburga was via her portrait but what no one realized, was that the painted version must have been done on one of her happiest days. And that should have terrified everyone. Hell, he was terrified, and he was raised in that house even though he had escaped as soon as he was able. It angered him that they were thrusting Hermione into that house, into that situation. But Dumbledore had been adamant that she should be bonded to the House of Black.

After the way Harry's abuse at the hands of Petunia was overlooked, Sirius knew that Hermione's well-being wasn't Dumbledore's top priority either. He felt it was up to him to provide for her protection but felt impotent with no way to do so. It left a bitter taste in his mouth.

There was little he could do once the plan had been laid out for him except to follow it and hope they never had to use it. So, it was with great sorrow that he received Snivellus' Patronus and set the plan into motion.

**HGHG**

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat on the sand not looking at each other. Everyone knew why they were there. Hermione thought it was easier to keep her emotions in check when none of the men surrounding her made light of the situation or tried to fake being happy. They all sat there with heavy hearts and drained bodies fighting in a war they couldn't win without Hermione's sacrifice now that the final Horcruxes were fully out of their reach. She had no doubt that they would never find the Diadem now.

"I'm ready and not ready," whispered Hermione. "What if I change something that I think is insignificant and none of us are born as a result?" She worried, chewing on her bottom lip and stared wistfully at the churning sea.

"But what if you change You-Know-Who? What if one insignificant change is all it takes to win the war." Ron said, fiddling with a piece of driftwood. "Don't get me wrong 'Mione. I don't want you to go but if you have to, you need to live that life as if you don't know about us here in the future. Change what you must and accept it. We will love you no matter what happens." Ron reached for her hand and clasped it tightly in his. Hermione teared up at the faith they had in her.

"I will make sure things are better this time around. Can you imagine the Marauders growing up and not have to worry about war? I almost shudder to think of what you will do to the world, Sirius." She smirked at him.

"Me? Whatever I do will pale in comparison to what your life will be like. I do want you to know, Hermione that you don't have to go. I know it feels like you have no other options, but we can hide you. We can fake your death and make you safe until the war is over." Sirius said to her seriously. Had Dumbledore been the one to enact this new plan, he had no doubt that no one would be giving Hermione the option to not go. It was the first time he was glad that Dumbledore was dead. She deserved the honor of a choice, however little it seemed like one.

"I can't sit in comfort and safety somewhere while all of my friends and family fight. I need to be where Harry and Ron are, the front lines. If it were just a matter of living, I would have taken my parents and moved to the States after fourth year when You-Know-Who came back. Everyone that I love and cherish is here. I will live and die with them, for them."

Sirius nodded his head. He understood perfectly.

"That should be the new family motto. Et ego moriar pro domo. I live and die for family. It's better than Toujours pur. Always pure. Utter rubbish!" He said. Harry and Ron cracked smiles. Sirius' disdain for the family beliefs was well known.

"It does have a nice ring to it." Said Hermione with a smile.

Sirius let out a small snort of amusement as Harry looked at him with a raised brow in question.

"I think you will fit in with the family beautifully. After all, you will be my daughter and my sister. Who needs branches on a family tree? We have a lovely family spike." He joked.

"The inbreeding jokes never get old." chuckled Ron knowing his family tree wasn't much better.

Sirius wrapped his arms around Harry and Hermione as they stared at the roiling sea. They all sat together in silence a little longer before Hermione stood up and brushed the sand off of the back of her jeans.

"What can I expect with this blood adoption ritual?" Hermione asked Sirius, back to all business.

"It's nothing too complicated. It uses an ancient blood magic ritual created for the sacred twenty-eight when a line was threatened to die out. One of the adoptive parents has to be the last in the direct line for it to work. Luckily, I am one such a line. There will be some blood collecting and your acceptance into the line of succession for the Black family and that is about it. Your new blood should reflect our combined heritage. It will hold up under the most intense scrutiny. I'm sure there is more that Bill can fill you in on once we get to the house." Said, Sirius, as they walked off the beach and to the cottage that had housed them little more than a day ago. Although, it seemed like years.

Sirius led the way inside and Hannah and Fleur met them with a tray of cheese and crackers. It was a nice gesture and though Hermione hadn't eaten since they were here last, she knew that she couldn't have choked down anything if she tried.

As Fleur led the small group into the living room, Hermione noticed that all of the furniture had been removed, and a large red circle was painted on the wood floor. With a small sniff, she easily identified what ingredient was used to make it and wrinkled her nose. Blood. Human or otherwise she had no clue, but she was willing to bet that it was human. All of her suspicions were confirmed when Bill walked in the room, angry red scar at his elbow crease.

Hermione tried to ignore the uneasy feelings churning in her stomach. She didn't like when she couldn't research something, but she just didn't have the time. This ritual was something that she had to do by faith and it was utterly terrifying. If only she didn't feel like she was running out of time to do this before the world exploded. If wishes were fishes….

"I will be officiating this adoption," Bill said looking at Hermione with a sympathetic look. "What will happen is Sirius and Hannah will claim Hermione to their bloodlines. The ritual will change her intrinsic biology to be as if she were born to them both, their combined DNA will become the blood that flows through Hermione's veins. It will also change some of her physical appearances and she will take on the dominant traits of either or both families. Any spells used to find out ancestry will come up as the line of Black and Abbott. Any questions?" Bill looked at Hermione, knowing that if anyone had questions it would be her.

"A million but there isn't enough time." Hermione shook her head. There was no question that she would go through with it anyway. She had to. At least she trusted every single person in the room with her life. They wouldn't be doing this if they thought she would die in the process.

Once they were done, she would find the ritual and read up on it as much as possible. She trusted Dumbledore enough to believe his mad scheme would work. It was his failsafe after all. She was probably the only one left in the room who did still believe in the late Headmaster. There must be a reason for its particular use. She gulped nervously and licked her lips.

The four of them stepped into the circle with Bill was facing them while Hannah and Sirius stood slightly behind Hermione, each with a hand on one of her shoulders.

"Sirius Orion Black, do you take this child to be biologically yours as if she were born to you?"

"I do"

"Hannah Lynn Abbott, do you take this child to be yours biologically as if she were born to you?"

"I do."

Bill reached for a silver chalice inlaid with a wide array of jewels and held it out for them to collect their blood. There was a small hiss of pain from Sirius before he reached around her to let his bleeding forearm drip over the cup letting a healthy amount accumulate at the bottom before sealing the wound magically. Hannah repeated the ritual cutting and healing, then handed Hermione the silver blade. She grimaced. Bloodletting was so medieval, and the blade reminded her too much of what happened at Malfoy Manor. Despite all of that, she sliced into her arm and watched the crimson river land in the cup mixing with Sirius and Hannah's.

Bill waved his wand in a complicated pattern over the cup saying, "Et sanguinem miscere et genus"

In an instant, a bright white light enveloped the room, blinding each and every one of the people inside. It took several minutes for the light to recede and even longer to blink away the spots that obstructed their vision. A sharp intake of breath from Ron focused everyone's attention on him and followed his gaze to land on Hermione. He was speechless, his eyes open wide with shock and appreciation.

"Wow, 'Mione." He blurted.

Hermione's brown bushy hair smoothed into sweeping chocolate curls that cascaded over her shoulder to her waist. Her big brown eyes leeched of color and melted into liquid silver; the exact replicas of Sirius'. She grew several inches with curves much more pronounced, making her shirt stretch uncomfortably tight across her breasts. It felt like her jeans were cutting off the circulation to her legs and groin and she wondered how it was even possible that they hadn't split at the seams. Overall, she still looked a bit like herself in the face but now with the addition of some of the best traits of the Houses of Black and Abbott. At least she wasn't a Bellatrix knockoff.

Ron was not the only one admiring Hermione, therefore, Sirius was doing a lot of glaring on behalf of his new daughter, a strong paternal instinct making him act protectively despite knowing that one of the perpetrators was his godson. Upon noticing his glare, Harry and Ron dragged their stares at the floor while Hannah led Hermione into the bathroom, so she could transfigure Hermione's clothes to fit better.

"It's one of the side effects of the spell," Hannah said while concentrating on transfiguring Hermione's jeans to fit better even as Hermione did the same to her shirt.

"What is?" Hermione asked distractedly.

"The need to take care of you, protect you. The bond makes all such feelings stronger in the beginning so that a solid parent, child bond can form."

Hermione nodded, feeling a rush of gratitude for Hannah. Hannah must know that it was killing her not knowing, not being able to research.

"I know it seems very unfair that Professor Dumbledore sprung this on you at the last moment while telling Sirius, Professor Snape, and I the details. I believe that he really did hope it wouldn't come to this." Hannah said as she stood up and fingered Hermione's silky curls. "Are you sure it is necessary?"

"I'm sure," Hermione murmured shakily. Voldemort was coming for them and once he rooted out the remaining Order members, he would make a show of killing Harry and her. If she stayed, she would only be witness to more and more of the deaths of her friends. She couldn't bear to watch that when her new mission could potentially protect them all.

"Is there anything you want to know about this bond? I've been researching it ever since Professor Dumbledore asked it of me."

"I think I would like to research it myself," Hermione whispered, and Hannah nodded and took a step back, giving Hermione space.

"It just feels so odd," Hermione continued. "I feel like myself and yet I feel like I don't fit in my body. I feel like my whole body fell asleep and now that I'm moving around, my body is tingling with pins and needles."

"You got taller and have more curves, surely growing as quickly as you have would result in feeling abnormal."

"Have you ever taken Polyjuice Potion? Because it doesn't feel anything like that and that happens just as fast."

"I haven't. Maybe it is because this is a permanent change,"

"Maybe,"

When the girls walked back into the living room, Sirius handed Hermione a purple velvet bag and a sealed envelope addressed to Orion Black. She pulled the golden drawstring open and pulled out a gold and diamond time turner filled with tiny round garnets mixed with the usual golden grains of sand in the hourglass. With it came a letter addressed to Hermione.

Hermione,

If you are reading this, then not only am I dead but we have failed in our mission and are staring into the abyss of utter defeat. You are the wizarding world's last hope. I implore you to think about your options and what kind of life you hope to have not only for yourself but for your friends and family as well. With this letter, you would have received a unique time turner that I have invented just for this purpose. It will only work once because it can only hold so much power to make the jump and must be fueled with each use. It will take you to your Paterfamilias of the previous generation. Specifically, to Orion Black at Grimmauld Place. I have given Sirius a letter that is magically sealed and can only be opened by your new Grandfather. You must give that to him as soon as you arrive so that it will ensure your safety and induction into your new family. Before you use this device, be sure to add to my incomplete list of knowledge outlining information about Tom Riddle's Horcruxes.

Good Luck,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Hermione looked at the second page and noticed it was a list of Voldemort's Horcruxes. There were times, dates, people, and places. Information covered the page about Tom Riddle and his whereabouts during the first war. Everything that Dumbledore had known that was pertinent, was on the parchment. Including a helpful list of details about known Death Eaters, written in the spidery handwriting that she had read off of the potions board for the last six years.

For the next five hours, the Golden Trio filled in all the gaps of knowledge they had acquired about the remaining Horcruxes. Sirius even added information about the Marauders and several of the order members from the first war. When they were finished, she tucked the letters and time turner back into the purple velvet bag and shrank the whole thing to fit in her pocket.

Dinner was stilted. No one was in the mood for lighthearted conversation. The only sound that filled the room was the clink of the silverware as everyone forced themselves to eat.

"You can sleep in ze room that you used before, 'ermione," Fleur said kindly.

Hermione shook her head, "If you don't mind, I would like to sleep in the other room." She looked at Harry and Ron. "We can use the couch cushions like we did at Grimmauld that first night,"

"You were the only one that used cushions, Hermione," Ron grimaced.

"If you don't want to…" Hermione said looking away.

"I do want to. I was just pointing out that Harry and I slept on the floor," he mumbled a pink tinge high on his cheeks.

And so, it was that Harry, Ron, and Hermione spent their last night together, sleeping on the couch cushions that were moved to the floor, reminiscent of the time they spent at Grimmauld Place, knowing it would be the last time they would see each other in this timeline. It would be the last time that they would all know what close friends they were. Things would never be the same.

Harry hissed a small breath and suddenly felt the disorienting relief and happiness of Voldemort when he found the diadem. There was no longer a future in this time for any of them. Hermione and Ron looked at him curiously, but he shrugged his shoulders and kept his own counsel. It didn't matter anymore, not with Hermione leaving in the morning. They fell asleep on the floor in the small library curled around each other with tear streaks dried on their faces.

The next day found the inhabitants of Shell Cottage bidding Hermione a teary farewell. Hoping for a better future, Sirius put the time turner around Hermione's neck and placed a kiss on her temple before pulling her in for a bone-crushing hug. She didn't know it yet, but he did all he could for her, even more than he thought he could, but much, much less than he wanted.

The boys put on brave but sad faces, trying to remain strong for her. Neither was cut out for hiding their feelings. Ron was wrapping and unwrapping one of Hermione's curls over and over around his finger, staring at it rather than her. She would miss them terribly and knew if she didn't leave then, she never would. Saving the world be damned.

With one last look at the loved ones that she was leaving behind, Hermione double checked to make sure she had both the velvet bag and her beaded bag. When everything was in place and there was nothing left to do, she stepped back from the small group of her friends and family and flicked the rings that had been preset for her. She felt the off-putting sensation of going back in time combined with the pull of a portkey. Time slowed to a halt and began to move backward at an ever-increasing speed before abruptly stopping, throwing her to the ground, dizzy and disoriented.

The moment time resumed its normal flow, Hermione took her head in her hands, feeling as if she was on a crude skiff at sea during a raging storm. Her stomach roiled.

Strong, firm hands grasped her arms, and pulled her to her feet. Unable to stand on her own, she weaved a moment before losing the contents of her stomach onto the very shiny and impeccably polished shoes of her new Grandfather before thankfully passing out.

*Combine this blood to make family -Latin to English google translator*