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Hermione threw herself on her bed and cried. This stupid war ruined everything. She lost her future and she lost her friends. Everyone, or at least nearly everyone, she knew died. She lost everything thanks to stupid Voldemort and his merry band of men.

Hermione thought of Sirius Black who went beyond the veil in her fifth year, Dumbledore who died the end of her sixth year, Moody who died that summer, followed by Harry, Tonks, Remus, Fred, Lavender and many other at the battle of Hogwarts. The rest of the Weasleys were killed soon after in an attack on their home. Luna and Neville died trying to save some innocent lives in a Diagon Alley attack. Hermione's parents were tracked down just before they could escape to Australia and brutally tortured and murdered and finally, McGonagall and Flitwick died trying to protect students from Death Eaters. The whole order except Hermione and Kingsley died.

After the final battle, Voldemort created more horcruxes. He was furious when he found out that they were all gone thanks to Hermione, Harry and Ron. Hermione tried to track them down and destroy them, but it seemed Voldemort learned from his mistakes and hid these ones a lot better. Hiding them and creating them so they have no sentimental value.

Hermione was still silently crying when she heard a noise downstairs. It was the door. Knock knock. Hermione shakily got up and made her way down the stairs of Griummauld Place. Knock knock. Wand at the ready, ready to attack whomever it was at the door, she called "Who is it?"

An eerie voice with no emotion, only cold, replied "You know." Hermione became pale, "You know who?" once she realised what she said realisation dawned. Voldemort, of course, just her luck.

Kingsley was the secret keeper and Hermione knew he would never reveal the secret which could only mean one thing. They killed him. Hermione had to choke back a sob. Now was not the time for grief and crying, not when Voldemort was about to kill her. She would be with her friends and family soon at least.

The door to enter Griummauld Place was blasted off it's hinges. Voldemort was standing in the doorway, a creepy smile playing on his face that would cause shivers to go down anyone's spine.

"Hello Granger. I've waited a long time for this moment." He said.

Hermione noticed that he looked a lot less human than when he did at the final battle. His lips in a thin line, no nose, pale, red eyes as small as slits and prominent blue veins all over his egg shaped face.

Hermione smiled "Well I guess you're just going to have to wait a bit longer then won't you?" She then dived over a table running down the hall to the living room. She decided a long time ago that if she was to die, and Voldemort somehow got her location, she would want Voldemort to suffer first. So, she set up a few muggle booby traps.

Once inside the living room Hermione closed the door and firmly fixed the string in place. She could hear a cold laugh getting closer to her location and footsteps coming towards her also.

Voldemort slowly opened the door, causing a bucket of water to fall on him, soaking him. Voldemort let out an anguished scream. Hermione barked her laughter and because of the distraction Hermione managed to slip out the door, darting up the stairs.

Voldemort quickly followed her. He darted up the stairs. In his anger he completely failed to notice the brick dangling from some kind of fabric being dropped from the floor above. By the time he noticed it he had already been hit in the face and ended up with a bright red mark on his very pale, boney face.

He let out another anguished scream and Hermione had to stifle her laughter.

He ran up the next flight of stairs hoping to catch Hermione only to step on the middle step and get stuck. He tried to lift his feet up but he was glued to the floor. If Hermione used a spell to do this it wouldn't have bothered him as much, but she used muggle means to do these pranks and he hated- no he loathed anything to do with muggles.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort roared, pointing his wand towards Hermione. The bright green jet of light came shooting towards Hermione, but Hermione just dodged it and laughed. Voldemort screamed again.

Voldemort tried a vanishing spell on the glue but for some reason it wouldn't work. He tried a number of different spells, screaming louder each time one didn't work. After many failed attempts he decided the only way was to get out of his shoes. He slowly took his feet from his shoes, revealing his dirty feet. His toes curled down and he had dirt stuck in between his nail. The soles of his feet looked as if he had just been walking around in mud for days.

Voldemort ran, bare footed, ran to towards the stairs. When he began to run he started screaming in pain. It seemed Hermione knew he would have to take of his shoes and placed a pile of nails there for his benefit.

He continued up the stairs, shouting and screaming in pain. He finally reached the top floor of the house and saw Hermione. He had her cornered, she had no where to run and no where to hide. He grinned and said, wand pointed at Hermione. "Well that was a very funny show, but it seems it has come to an end. Have fun dying. AVADA KEDAVRA"

A bright jet of green light sprouted from his wand making its way towards Hermione. Hermione was just about to dodge when she found herself in a bright white room. Hermione wasn't the only one in this room, there were two women standing in front of her. They had kind blue eyes, platinum blonde hair, button noses and the most peculiar thing about them was that they were dressed in clean, elegant, white dresses.

"Hello" One of the women spoke "I am Fate and this here is my sister Destiny." She gestures to the other woman and smiled kindly at Hermione.

"Am i dead?" Was the only thing Hermione thought to ask.

The one named Destiny laughed "No dear your not dead. We pulled you here just before the curse hit you."

"Where is here? And why am I here?" Hermione asked.

"We hope to send you back in time Hermione. You are the chosen one you are the only one who can stop this war before it gets this bad again." Fate replied frowning now.

"Me? But I'm not...? Harry was-" Hermione began but was cut of by Destiny.

"No dear you are the true chosen one your wit, bravery, loyalty and cunning is what will save the wizarding war. Your friend Harry was only truly fated to help you prepare. If you accept we will send you back to July 1973, you will be 13 again. You will have... powers others don't so be prepared and do your best to hide them. You will be a paraseltongue, a seer, an elemental and you can sense magic both light and dark and see aura's"

Hermione's brows furrowed, "Elemental? What do you mean?" She asked.

"You will find out soon enough dear. Be careful and don't worry the war doesn't really start until 1975 until then it's only slight disappearances. Use the extra time to gain trust, you'll need it. Good luck" Destiny explained.

Hermione was consumed with darkness.

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