Name: The bravest

Pair: Hermione Granger / Sirius Black

Rated: M

Summary: Harry Potter died and a dystopia spread through the Wizarding World. When the few surviving light warriors begin to die, the remaining Order of the Phoenix creates a ritual. Only the bravest in heart will complete the task and free the world from the future chaos. [Time travel, HG/SB, rated M for sex and language].

Note: Hi! Obviously, I am not JK Rowling and we all know that. I started reading on since 2009, but I only made an account in 2011. I am completely addicted to fanfictions and especially those that Hermione is the main character. We all agree that Harry would have died a long time ago without our dear bookworm.

I've been thinking of writing a new fanfic for a couple of months. If you look at my profile, you'll probably be a bit disappointed; I already posted some fics and did not continue to write it. I had a block and I plan to write them again as soon as the inspiration comes back. But for now, I'm 100% focused on "The Bravest"

I absolutely love time travel. I admit I'm a bit boring when it comes to fanfiction. For example, for a while, I'd read any time travel fanfic, but now I've just been getting a little more ... judicious, I suppose. Time loops irritate me a lot and I HATE when Hermione goes back in time and does not change anything at all.

I do not think it's believable that our favorite witch could let everyone die again. She would die trying. Now, I understand the whole logic of the time ... The past you return to has already been premeditated and therefore, no matter how hard you try, things will just happen. However, I've never been in love with Turn-time fanfictions anyways.

I'm trying to not be as cliché as possible, but it's kind hard, there are so many fics out there! Anyway, I hope you like the first chapter!

A specially thank you for my betas: Jesmaile Carol. You have been very helpful. And of course, to Hawna! Without you I wouldn't been posting it since English is not my first language. Really.

Updated: 01/31/17

Chapter 1 - I'm coming with you.

October 19 – 1996

The clatter of potions being brewed and the occasional hushed conversation were the only sounds to be heard in the sixth year NEWT potions class. The class was was nearing its end, with the different odors mixing in the atmosphere, intoxicating the room. Slughorn seemed to revel in it.

In the back corner of the room, a witch with bushy curls snorted with dissatisfaction. She had been following the books instructions exactly, and yet it seemed his potion was once again turning out much better than hers. Her hair seemed to grow thicker as her anger continued to increase. Biting the inside of her cheek, Hermione had to make a conscious effort to keep from swearing aloud at her best friend.

Harry was officially on a whole new level of annoying.

Looking back at her own cauldron, she saw that her potion was to the textbooks specifications exactly, and yet, looking at Harry's potion she could see that the rosy shade was just a tad lighter than hers. How was this possible?! Hermione found herself once again cursing that Half-blood Prince!

Looking around the room, Hermione could see her classmates potions either looked similar to hers, or as was the case with Neville, was totally off the mark. Why couldn't that boy follow the simplest of instructions? Sighing as she tried to straighten out her hair - it didn't make any difference, of course… Why was she even trying? - Hermione turned her attention to Neville and tried, without positive results, to help him fix his potion.

However, as much as she tried to look away from the Boy-Who-Lived, she just couldn't. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to hex him.

Hermione simply could not take it anymore!

Harry was becoming completely insufferable. So much so that she couldn't stand to be in the same room as him. It was just so unfair! For years she had been working so hard to be the very best. Now because of that crappy book (after all, who was the Half-blood Prince?), Harry had managed to become the best student in the potions class.

"Your mother would be so proud!" Slughorn would say.

It wasn't like she was jealous. Ok, maybe a little, but if he has become this good at potions on his own, without cheating, she wouldn't have minded quite so much. She watched on in anger as Slughorn presented him with his prize, the Felix Felicia potion.

It was just so bloody unfair!

After Harry had managed to produce the best Draught of Living Death that Slughorn had ever seen (Your mother would be so proud Mr. Potter, so proud!) Hermione wasted no time in leaving the dungeons. She couldn't stand it any longer than she absolutely had to. Trembling slightly with rage, the brain of the Golden Trio stalked off to the only place she felt could let go of that anger. The library.

When she walked in the doors, Hermione could only smile. The scent of old parchment flooded her senses and for the first time that day, she felt at peace. She passed Madame Pince, moving to the back of the library. She glanced back at the librarian to make sure she was preoccupied, before sliding behind a dusty shelf and into the restricted section. It was a lucky thing she had discovered this secret passage.

She wasn't entire sure when exactly she had started making a habit of sneaking into the restricted section. Probably sometime during fourth year after Harry's name came out of the Goblet of Fire. Hermione had begun to look for books that could have any benefit to Harry. After all, how could she help her best friend if she didn't have some knowledge of where to look? Bad times were coming.

When Cedric's lifeless body had appeared next to Harry's, she knew things would become vastly different. In fact, those events seemed to have been the ending of her childhood. Not that she had ever enjoyed a normal childhood. Merlin knew that since her first year at Hogwarts, her life had become anything but normal. However, with the commencement of the Triwizard Tournament, Hermione had known that her life would take on a totally new course.

For the first time in her life, Hermione Granger was saddened to be proved right.

Their fifth year had been terrible. Umbridge had done everything she could to make their lives even more difficult. Unfortunately for her, her plans for their Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and by extension the Ministries plans for Hogwarts, had completely backfired after ousting Dumbledore and trying to sentence him to Azkaban. With the end of the year looming, Hermione had barely felt prepared enough to receive an E in her OWLs, forget about what was waiting for the outside of Hogwarts.

If anyone had asked her how she had felt watching the centaurs take that troll disguised as a woman through the Forbidden Forest, she would have said she felt badly about it. Of course, anyone who really knew her could tell that she would be lying. After all, Umbridge deserved much worse in her opinion. The odious woman had threatened Harry for Merlin's sake!

As if it couldn't have gotten any worse, Sirius had died.

She had warned Harry it must be a trap, but had he listened to her? Of course not. But being his best friend, she couldn't very well have let him go in there alone. When Dolohov had hit her with that purple fire, she had thought for a moment that she was most certainly going to die before everything had gone black. When she woke up, it was to Remus at her bedside in the hospital wing telling her Sirius was dead.

At that moment, the only thing Hermione could think about was how truly unfair it all was. After spending 12 long years locked away in Azkaban, Sirius had then lived as a prisoner in his childhood home, only to die and fall through the veil.

Hermione hated Bellatrix Lestrange more than anyone else, with the possible exception of Voldemort himself. She had never been terribly close with Sirius, but he had always had a special place in her heart. He was Harry's godfather, and had suffered a great deal. From a terrible childhood homelife, to the deaths of his dear friends Lily and James, to Azkaban, to becoming a prisoner in that home full of horrible memories. Sirius deserved good things and yet, his life had been one horrible event after another.

After learning of his death, Hermione had promised herself that she wouldn't let Harry suffer needlessly anymore. He didn't deserve it. Because of this new goal, secret trips to the restricted section had become more frequent as she concentrated on more and more on defensive magic.

When they had begun their sixth year, Harry had started taking private lessons with Dumbledore. Their Headmaster had begun showing Harry memories of Tom Riddle's childhood and youth. Naturally, Harry had shared everything with Ron and herself.

Voldemort had created Horcruxes. When Harry had shared this bit of information with the other two members of the Golden Trio, she hadn't quite understood the severity of it. So that very night, breaking a few dozen school rules, the know-it-all had gone back to the library.

What was a Horcrux? What was the purpose of one? She had to know! Hermione spent days struggling to find a book that would hold the answers. When she found, she could swear her heart dropped into her stomach. Voldemort had managed to become, for all intents and purposes, would have to destroy every one of them if they even wanted a fair chance of killing him. If they didn't, this bloody war would never end.

May 2-1998

"I'm coming with you."

She wanted to go with him. Merlin only knew how badly she wanted to. Being the hero that he always was, Harry had prevented her from going. Now, the world was falling apart around her.

Harry Potter was dead.

When Hermione had erased her parents memories and sent them to Australia, she had felt like the world had simply stopped. It was as if a dementor had sucked all the happiness from her body. Like she would be unhappy for the rest of her life. She could remember coming back to the Burrow and how much she had cried with Ginny as her heart broke.

In the midst of hunting Horcruxes, she and Ron had long conversations while Harry was out keeping watch and being a cranky prat or else asleep. With his loving and kind words and awkward hugs, Ron had convinced her she had done the right thing, and that in doing so, it didn't make her a terrible daughter.

Obliviating her parents had saved them from an inescapable death or a future filled with torture. She couldn't imagine her parents ending up brain dead lying next to Frank and Alice Longbottom in St. Mungo's. She couldn't even stand to think about it. What she had done was right and no matter how much it hurt, they were able to enjoy a full life. They were alive.

However, Harry was not. Somehow it seems to hurt even more than obliviating her parents. Merlin only knew how.

Curses flew by her head, and she responded with a speed and strength she hadn't known she possessed. It was the end. That day they would decide who would win. Conjuring a powerful Anapneo, Hermione watched emotionless, as the air was removed from the Death Eater's lungs. She watched as the life slowly dimmed from his eyes. She didn't even know his name.

Not that she particularly cared anyway.

Dodging away from a particularly dangerous hex, the brain of the Golden Trio shot a Bombarda Maxima back at the person attacking her. Concentrating her gaze on him, she realized it was none other than Dolohov.

The man smiled at her with disdain as she glared back at him. He was one of the Death Eaters who had been present at the Ministry of Magic the night Sirius had died. The man had very nearly killed her, and if he hadn't been silenced, he would have succeeded.

Harry Potter was dead.

With new found energy, Hermione jumped away from the all too familiar green curse. After getting back to her feet, she silently sent a Sectumsempra followed by a quick Impedimenta at the man. Dolohov had the nerve to smile back at her after he dodged her spells at the last second.

The familiar purple flash flew in her direction. Hermione jumped aside just in time to avoid a repeat. She wasn't stupid. There wasn't anything that could have blocked what he was throwing at her and he knew it. After all, he had invented this particular spell himself. Through gritted teeth she released an Evanesco followed by a Stupefy, but he Dolohov managed to block it. He was playing with her, and unfortunately, Defense Against the Dark Arts had never been her strongest subject.

She didn't know how long she had been there defending herself, throwing everything she could think of at the slimy man. Spells continued to fly. Adrenaline was consuming her, and the young witch felt like she could stay on her feet for hours.

Hermione smiled with sickening pleasure as one of her curses hit him full on in the stomach creating a blood stain against his black clothing. With rage, Dolohov threw a series of rapid fire spells back at her, that she successfully defended herself against.

Unfortunately, a particularly nasty hex made its way through her defenses and the pain instantly consumed her body. Crying out, the young witch fell to the floor grabbing at her right leg. Dolohov had a satisfied close-lipped smile on his face as he approached her.

"It seems Dumbledore did not train his lions very well," the man said as he crouched next to her. "I wonder what the Dark Lord is going to do to you when we are done with this filth." He turned and watched the battle continue to unfold with disgust and amusement. "Will he let me play with you?" he laughed. "Well, why don't we start now then? Shall we? Crucio!

Suddenly, she was back at Malfoy Manor. The pain ran through her body and all she could register beyond the pain was panic. She had failed Harry. She had promised herself she would save him, and she had failed.

Useless. She was useless.

It felt like she was being stabbed countless times while her bones broke over and over. For a brief moment, her body felt shocked, and she couldn't move, couldn't feel anything, couldn't scream. Everything seemed to multiply suddenly as the pain came rushing back. She felt like she was going to die. Everything ached and all she could think was how much she wanted him to stop. Her screams mixed with his laughter and she wished he would finish her soon.

Beyond the pain, she could vaguely distinguish voices. Was someone shouting her name? Opening her eyes, she looked up at Dolohov, but he wasn't looking at her.

"Using dark spells now, blood traitor?" She heard Dolohov laughing when suddenly the pain stopped. "I'll show you what a real curse looks like…"

"Avada Kedavra!" Someone shouted off to her left and she saw the mans eyes widened in surprise. Weather it was from being interrupted or because someone on the Light side had used the curse of death, she wasn't sure. The green light hit him square in the chest and Dolohov fell to the ground, lifeless.

Neville?

Strong arms carried her out of the main hall. She could feel herself drifting. How long had she been tortured?

"Neville?" Hermione asked in surprise, her voice hoarse as she felt her muscles spasm from the curse.

"Ssshhh Mione, we have to be quiet. Someone will hear us," said a voice off to her side.

"Ron?" the girl asked. What was happening? "What are you doing? We have to go back." she said as she tried to free herself from neville's arms.

"We can't Mione!" Ron whispered as Neville laid her gently on the floor so he wouldn't drop her as she struggled. "We lost."

"What?" Hermione cried.

"We lost," Ron said again.

"We have to leave. No, Hermione don't interrupt me please! We lost. The others have already begun evacuating. We have to go too. We have to save ourselves so we can regroup. For him. For all of us." Neville said forcefully. For him.

Harry Potter was dead.

They didn't even have time to remove his body.

When Hagrid had appeared carrying the dead body of her best friend, she had felt as if the world stopped, and the only thing she could think about was him. Oh Harry. But then he had risen from the dead and challenged Voldemort. She had really thought that would be it. They would win. Harry spoke so surely, so self-confident that she ad actually thought at that moment, Harry would win. That he would prevail.

When the two spells had merged, Voldemort had prevailed. Everything was chaos. The Death Eater's celebrated and attacked again their side, the side of the Light, responded forcefully through their cries.

What Neville said, stirred something inside of her that had been trying to get out ever since she saw the life vanish from the eyes of her best friend. The tears began to fall and she found herself weeping openly. She could faintly register Ron and Neville talking to her, trying to carry her again, but she couldn't leave him. She couldn't leave his body there!

It was so unfair! They did everything Dumbledore had told them to do! They had destroyed all of the Horcruxes, for Merlin's sake! They were good, the Light, so why did they lose in the end?

She couldn't deceive herself. She knew that it meant the end. Harry was the hope of the Wizarding World and without him, they had nothing. She had already lost so much! Her parents were far away and didn't know her, Fred, Sirius, Lavender Brown, Colin Creepy, Dumbledore. They were all dead. She hadn't even liked Snape, but his death meant something to her as well. Now she had lost Harry too.

They could leave, but it wouldn't help. They had lost. There was no going back.

November 20, 2001

"For the last time, we can't just attack Lestrange Mansion, Weasel! That would be idiotic!" shouted Draco Malfoy.

"Oh, well, if you're so smart then you tell me Malfoy, what do we do? My brother died. Died!" Ron shouted back. From her place on the other side of the room, Hermione could tell without a doubt, that she had never seen Ron so red. "We can't stay in this fucking camp anymore! The food is running out, Fleur needs a healer soon because, as far as I know, nobody here knows how to deal with childbirth safely…."

Luna was quick to interrupt, "I can try. There are plenty of Pilipons here. I heard they help with this sort of thing." Everyone in the cabin looked at her blankly for a few seconds. "I mean, if you want to…" The girl finished off a little blandly.

"Oh Luna, I'm sure it would be.." Mr. Weasley began, but was interrupted by Draco.

"Look around Weasel, everyone here has lost someone. It wouldn't do us any good to just show up at Lestrange Mansion because you are sad." said in a mocking tone.

"What does our necessity for and what a healer have to do with the invasion of Lestrange Manor?" Dean Thomas asked, confused.

"If we invade, we can end this war once and for all and.." Ron started explaining.

"Oh, and who is going to kill You-Know-Who? You?" Malfoy laughed in exasperation.

Hermione was most definitely sure she had never seen Ron this shade of red before. She could understand why he felt like that though. Charlie's death had been pretty bad and she was still sad over it. Sadly, the deaths were getting to be all too common for her. Sighing, she got up from her seat and left the tent. Staying in there wasn't going to do her any good.

Life sucked.

It had been three years since Harry had died and she still felt the void he had left inside her chest. What would they be doing instead, if Harry had lived? If they had won the war, would she be married to Ron, as she had always thought she would be? She hated when he mind wandered that way. Thinking about "what ifs" would never help her feel at peace.

A faint orange hue flooded through the sky that morning. When she had been just a kid, Hermione had always loved this color. The way the colors blended into a new day had always brought her a deep peace. A cool current passed through her and brought her warmth tightly around her body.

She stayed there for awhile, just being. Soon she realized the day was already dawning and the light was rising against the darkness. The many tents around her were completely silent. Everyone was probably still sleeping. The camp had just sort of sprung up, really. After the Battle of Hogwarts disaster, Hermione, Ron and Neville had gone to the Burrow in search of their friends. After all, it was the most likely place for the remaining Order members to go.

She had discovered while sipping a cup of hot chocolate - Remus had once told her it was healing after contact with Dark magic - that Molly had died during the main battle, joining Fred in the afterlife.

The Weasley matriarch had dulled with Bellatrix and had almost been successful in killing the Death Eater, when Voldemort had intervened and killed the redhead instead. Hermione had been so busy with her own duel with Dolohov that she hadn't seen the fallen figure of the woman who had become a second mother to her.

When everyone had arrived, they had all apparatus to the Forest of Dean. It was probably their best chance of hiding. Once, she had told Harry that they should have stayed there… They would have survived. They would have grown old together.

From that day, the Forest became home to the remaining Order of the Phoenix. Anyone who needed shelter, and was opposed to Voldemorts new regime, was welcome. For months, people flocked to their hiding place. Bill, Aberforth, Remus and herself had worked hard to hone the defensive spells and charms around the area inhabited by the Light. When they had finished, it was virtually impossible for anyone unknown to find them.

Smiling, she sat outside the tent. She could still here Draco mocking Ron. Some things would never change she supposed.

The Malfoy's redemption had come as a surprise. For years, they had made their thoughts and feelings very clear. They had shown the world that to the, people like her, were nothing but dirt. One day, on a reconnaissance mission, that had all changed.

Hermione was stalking through the market cautiously. She doubted that Death Eater's would be looking for Order members in a small muggle market south of Bibury, but as Alastor Moody used to say, constant vigilance!

She just needed a few more things anyway. It wouldn't take long. She also had Tonks and Remus watching out for her somewhere nearby. As she stared at a few cans of powdered milk, Hermione felt a strong hand grip her waist, while the other capped her mouth, and started dragging her to a small office at the back of the market. Honestly, where was the rest of the order when you needed them?

"Come on Granger, I'll let you go in a second!" said a voice she hadn't heard in two years.

"Malfoy?" Hermione asked, her voice muffled by his long fingers.

"Yes Granger. Now don't do anything stupid. We are three against one."

Three?

When Malfoy released her, she realized the people in front of her were Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. They looked horrible. Hermione really didn't have a better word to describe them. The Malfoy family had always portrayed an air of grandeur. Their aristocratic features, silver eyes, and the raised nose had always been a sign to everyone who looked upon them that they were simply the best.

Looking at them now, however, Hermione almost felt sorry for them. Almost.

"Yes Granger we look horrible people." Draco said in exasperation. "We didn't come here to kidnap you, so stop looking for a way out."

"Well, what do you want then," she asked with her nose in the air and her wand aimed at the trio.

The three of them looked at her for a moment. Malfoy, Draco, was staring at her in exasperation. It was hard to believe that the man in front of her was the same boy who had tormented her during her six years at Hogwarts. Taking in his defensive stance, Draco didn't look at all like the little boy she had met on the train.

Lucius looked less than a man. His emaciated figure, dull, lank hair, and beard, showed her that the Malfoy before her hadn't lived with gold and glory for a long time. His eyes stared at her blankly, just watching every one of her actions.

Yet it wasn't either of the Malfoy men who really caught her attention. Narcissa had always exuded greatness. Lucius may have been the Head of the Malfoy family, but Narcissa had always been the one who could put anyone in their place with just one look. Looking into the blue eyes of the matriarchic of the Malfoy family she realized how desperate they were. Her eyes were hollow.

"We want your help," the woman said.

It had been hard to believe at first. After all that had happened because of that family, it was truly difficult to believe they needed help. Hermione smiled softly to herself as she remembered Remus growling at the Malfoy's when he and Tonks had finally found her. She always found this protective side of Remus rather captivating.

They had magically linked the trio's hands and brought them to an area of their camp specifically used for interrogations. It had taken long hours of questioning, and even with Veritaserum, there were still some people who didn't believe them. That is, until Lucius swore an oath on his magic.

It was a little shocking that someone like Lucius would do something like that. If he were lying, he would lose his magic. What kind of pureblood would put his magic in danger just to fool a bunch of wizards who had lost a war?

"Really Granger, why did you ever think about dating the Weasel?" Draco asked as he snorted, bringing her back from her thoughts as he sat down next to her.

"He has a names you know," she laughed back.

"Yes, but I'll just keep calling him Weasel," he answered with a small smile. "But I do know the best idea of your life was to break up with him."

"Oh, you know that do you?" Hermione asked playfully.

"Yes," Draco replied scornfully. "you've found someone so much better." An arrogant smile crossing his lips.

"you're so convinced Malfoy," She laughed and smiled at him as she felt his hand beneath hers.

If someone had gone back in time and told her she that in a few years she would be dating Draco Malfoy, she would probably have died laughing.

Her relationship with Ron had been at least thinkable. They had let themselves get carried away in the heat of the battle and had ended up sharing a kiss. They could have died at any moment, and it seemed only logical that they would be attracted to one another. With the outbreak of war, the quarrels that had once been seen as sexual tension between them, had cooled and done them no good.

The sex, wasn't good. Not that Ron had been bad at it. Merlin knew how much she had tried - in vain - not to listen to Luna's screams. Could they not use a silencing charm? Honestly. Ron and Hermione just simply didn't seem to mesh well in that department. They weren't meant to be, she supposed.

A strange, but not unwelcome, relationship had begun between Draco and Hermione in the midst of all the shit happening around them. She couldn't remember exactly when it had begun. Amidst fights, curses and hexes, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy had become good friends.

He was the same Draco Malfoy she had met at Hogwarts, only now she knew. His continued overuse of sarcasm was no longer irritating. Ok, maybe a little, but it was part of him and she loved it. His scornful smirk was a Slytherin trait she supposed. The name calling ceased to make his skin flush with anger, and now, despite being delivered with the same intensity, the dismissive tone was abandoned. Somehow, amidst the chaos thats had become her life, she found comfort in his arms.

The romance between them didn't come until much later. She supposed that the constant quarrels that surrounded their encounters at Hogwarts could be boiled down to a strong sexual tension between them. Merlin knew how much they both needed it. How much they wanted it. Finally, in the middle of a rather heated discussion concerning House Elf rights - You can't seriously believe that they actually want to be free! - they ended up sleeping together.

Everything had happened so naturally, their bodies had simply combined. Draco hd caught her in the middle of her heated speech by pressing his lips to hers. She had never imagined those lips that spouted such dirty and derogatory words could be so soft. He was like a drug and by the time their lips came together, she couldn't be held responsible for her actions. She was addicted. Not too long after the kiss began, they quickly discarded all of their clothing. Draco grabbed her and pressed her back against the trunk of a tree, lifting her up. Without even thinking, Hermione wrapped her legs around his was it and waited anxiously for that blissful moment. When his cock found her core, she was lost amongst the clouds.

The young with had never thought it was possible to feel what she felt when he was inside of her. The heat that flooded through her sweaty body in the cold breeze grew, as his pulsing rhythmic member pierced her harder and harder. All the sadness that had been rooted in her body dissipated, and the pleasure she felt was absolute. Her wet core filled with pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her a few seconds before his. She could only smile at the memory.

May 2, 2008

"Granger, are you ready?" Aberforth asked.

"Yes," was her only reply.

Hermione wasn't ready. If she were completely honest with herself, she never would. So much has changed since the Battle of Hogwarts. They had fought so many battles since then, and so many people had died in the ten years that followed. May 2, 1998 was a milestone, but May 2, 2008 was the day that changed everything.

The idea had come as a joke. They had been drinking the day it would have been Harry's 22nd birthday. When George, half-drunk, suggested they go back in time and warn Harry of what was to come.

"Hey Harry, stop using expelliarmus. Why don't you just shoot him with one of those muggle weapons?! Can you imagine it? You-Know-Who killed by a gun?" he had laughed. It really would have been very funny. Voldemort killed by a muggle weapon. Hermione hadn't thought about it again until Remus had approached her and asked what she knew about time travel.

"Not much", had been her reply, "I mean, Professor McGonagall had explained several theories on the subject in my third year, and I had naturally been curious in my third year when I had used one. Mintumble once traveled for 5 days to 1402 and when she returned, she aged five centuries. Obviously she died shortly after returning. Maurice Immanuel went back one day, saw himself in the past, and warned himself that his wife was going to die later that day. By the time he returned to his proper time, everything was so much worse. not only had his wife died, but his children as well. He ended up going mental. Professor Dumbledore once told me that horrible things happen to wizards who meddle with time." she sighed, "I know what you're thinking Remus, but what George said was a joke. We can't go more than five hours back with a time-turner. The consequences are too numerous. Besides, all the time-turners were destroyed when we went to the Ministry in our fifth year.

He didn't say much after her speech. For almost a year, they didn't even mention time-travel. But then, one night, while the camp slept, their wards fell. chaos spread like wildfire. Death Eaters had managed to break their protective spells. She had been sound asleep when she heard the sudden piercing scream.

Draco was next to her shaking her shoulder, "Hermione, wake up! we're under attack!"

It was a mess. They hadn't been expecting it. They were totally unprepared. Amidst the flashes of light, out of the corner of her eye she saw them; children, teenagers, Order members dying as others apparatus to safety. Her heart broke into a thousand pieces again, when, amidst the noise, she heard Draco's desperate cries. Throwing an Avada at her opponent and connecting, Hermione turned to see Draco hunched over the lifeless body of his mother, Narcissa. Using a quick accio for her purse, she ran towards Draco grabbing one of his hands, and one of his mother's before apparating away to their agreed upon meeting place.

Many people died in the sneak attack. Mr. Weasley, Tonks, and Susan Bones were among the dead. She spent that night comforting Draco and Lucius, who had accept her relationship with Draco surprisingly well. After that, the time travel idea was officially part of the Orders plans. Their numbers had been steadily falling, and all their attempts to thwart Voldemort were failing. They were at a complete disadvantage, hungry and now without any hope. For months Remus, Aberforth, Draco, Kingsley, Bill and Hermione sat down to discuss ancient runes and arithmancy to produce something that could send someone back in time.

`The farther back in time, the better. They needed a ritual to send someone to a time before Voldemort had secured his reign of terror, and thereby save as many innocent lives as possible.

There were two long years of searching and preparing the plan, until they finally managed a spell that would send someone back to a time somewhere between 1960 and 1970. With a specific set of runes placed in order around a circle, the ritual consisted of a series sacrifices of magic, that were willingly given through love that together would hopefully be able to send a person chosen by the ritual itself.

"Only the bravest heart persists."

Hermione had found the passage in "The Diary of Godric Gryffindor". This was the base they had chosen by which to accomplish their task. Only someone who had wit, determination and courage enough to complete the task would be chosen to return to the past.

They weren't sure how it the trip would be. It was all rather vague. Runes weren't used to write out complete sentences after all. They just gave you the general idea. Because of this, what would happen to the traveler was a complete mystery. For them, it only really mattered that the trip would be successful.

Voldemort would probably try to build a similar ritual. With the runes and different calculations, it might be possible. But the shared sacrifice was an unchangeable part of the ritual. It was necessary to the extremely powerful spell, and no one person had a strong enough magical core to make it work as it should. Not even Merlin himself. Roughly fifteen magical cores would need to be sacrificed. Hermione doubted that any wizard or witch loved Voldemort enough to give up their magic completely.

May 2, 2008, exactly ten years after that final battle, the remaining members of the Order were positioned around the circle ready to start the ritual.

"Granger, are you ready?" Aberforth asked.

"Yes". she had replied.

They wasted no time in getting started. They were all in position. Their cores would be exahausted, someone would be chosen during the process and then would cease to exist. Hold the bloodied hands of Draco and Ron, Hermione too a deep breath before starting to sing along with the others. The blood fell on the circle line and everything around her began to feel electrified. The hairs on her neck prickled as she felt the magic around her.

She was only vaguely aware of others watching the ritual. Her modesty had been lost a long time ago. Privacy was not a luxury to be enjoyed in a make-shift camp. Her bare skin under the cold night air felt pleasantly warm considering the weather. The song became higher, her fingers began to hurt and it seemed as if her body was being drained.

Her blood now flowed freely as small cracks opened under her skin. The pain was excruciating and she just wanted it to end. She knew however, that she couldn't give up. She couldn't let the pain control her body. Straightening her spine she glanced up at Ginny and found a last bit of reserved energy and began to sing louder.

She saw Remus bowing as the blood streamed out of his nostrils, and she watched as George grew paler. Dean Thomas' eyes grew redder, and she thought they would soon melt out of his skull. Hermione was only vaguely aware of what was happening, when suddenly the most unimaginable pain exploded inside her body.

The song became cries of anguish as everyone felt their magic leave their systems. Suddenly everything was silent and Hermione lost consciousness.

Note: So, that was my first chapter. As I said, English is not first language so if there are any errors – I know that it has – please, tell me!

Btw, what you thought about the first chapter? I am at the middle of the second chapter and I'm going to update every Sunday!

Thank you!