Summary: An accident sends Hermione to a time where the war is approaching and where she has a chance to change more than one fate. The story begins at Easter, after the snatchers have caught our golden trio (Deathly Hallows CH 23: Malfoy Manor), and it is an Alternate universe from there.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Harry Potter universe and no money is being made from this story.

A/N: This is my first attempt at FanFiction, started mainly because while I've read several great stories, there's always been something missing to me (in plot/pairing/etc), so I decided to write a fic for myself, and make it exactly the way I wanted it to be! And now I'm sharing it with you guys.

So, this is my version of a Hermione/Time-Turner fic, and the pairings are as follows: Hermione/Sirius Black, Hermione/Regulus Black, Lily/James Potter, Remus Lupin/Mary McDonald, Alice/Frank Longbottom, and probably some other, minor couples. The first chapter is rather short, but the following chapters will be longer. The story itself will be long. I don't have any posting schedule per se, but I'll try updating at least every other week.

And a small reminder about the rating: For some readers this chapter (and possibly later ones as well) might contain some disturbing material.

Happy reading!

Chapter 01: Malfoy Manor

April 10th 1998 (Good Friday, Easter)

"STOP!" shrieked Bellatrix, "Do not touch it, or we shall all perish if the Dark Lord comes now!"

Lucius froze, his index finger hovering over his Dark Mark.

"What is that?" Bellatrix demanded warningly.

"It's a sword," one of the Snatchers grunted.

"Give it to me," Bellatrix hissed sharply.

"No, It's mine, I reckon. I found it," he replied and then there was a flash of red light; Bellatrix had stunned the Snatcher with a flick of her wrist. There was a roar of anger from his fellows.

"Stupefy!" Bellatrix screamed, "Stupefy!"

They were no match for her, even though there were four of them against one of her. She was a witch, with immense skills and no conscience, after all. The Snatchers fell where they stood, all except Greyback, who had been forced into a kneeling position, immobilised. Out of the corner of her eye Hermione saw Bellatrix bearing down upon the werewolf, the sword of Gryffindor gripped tightly in her hand, and an anxious look in her eyes.

"Where did you get this sword?" Bellatrix whispered to Greyback as she pried his wand from his fingers.

"How dare you?" he snarled, his mouth the only thing that could move as he was forced to gaze up at her. He bared his pointed teeth. "Release me, woman!"

"Where did you find this sword?" she repeated, raising it up in front of him. "Snape sent it to my vault in Gringotts!"

"It was with them," Greyback growled, his eyes flickering to Harry, Hermione and Ron. "Release me, now!"

Bellatrix waved her wand, and the werewolf sprang to his feet, but appeared too wary to approach her. He moved behind an armchair, his filthy curved nails clutching its back.

"Draco, move this scum outside," said Bellatrix, indicating the unconscious men. "If you haven't got the guts to finish them, then leave them in the courtyard for me."

"Don't you dare speak to Draco like –" Narcissa hissed furiously, but Bellatrix interrupted her.

"Be quiet! The situation is graver than you can possibly imagine, Cissy! We have a very serious problem!" She screamed, panting slightly, and looking down at the sword, examining its hilt. Then she turned to look at the silent prisoners.

"If it is indeed Potter, he must not be harmed," she muttered, more to herself than to the others. "The Dark Lord wishes to dispose of Potter himself…But if he finds out…I must…I must know…"

She turned back to her sister again. "The prisoners must be placed in the cellar, while I think what to do!"

Narcissa hesitated for a moment, and then addressed the werewolf. "Take these prisoners down to the cellar, Greyback."

"Wait," said Bellatrix sharply, an evil glint in her eyes. "All except…Except for the Mudblood," she said gleefully, and Greyback gave a grunt of amusement.

"No!" Ron yelled, struggling against his restraints. "You can have me, keep me!" Ron continued desperately and winced in pain as Bellatrix hit him across the face, the blow echoing around the room.

"If she dies under questioning, I'll take you next," Bellatrix said lightly. "Blood traitor is next to Mudblood in my book. Take them downstairs, Greyback, and make sure they are secure, but do nothing more to them – yet."

She threw Greyback's wand back to him, and then took a short silver knife from under her robes. She cut Hermione free from the other prisoners, and then dragged her by the hair into the middle of the room, while Greyback forced the rest of them to shuffle across the room towards a dark passageway, his wand held out in front of him, projecting an invisible and irresistible force.

Bellatrix grabbed Hermione by her bushy hair once more and drew her face up close to hers.

"Now, little Mudblood. Tell me, where did you get that sword?" She said viciously and Hermione winced at the sudden pain running through her scalp. Bellatrix pulled her hair hard, and Hermione was sure a handful of it had gone off when the mad woman suddenly stopped as though to give her time to answer.

Bellatrix then grabbed Hermione's chin roughly and forced her to look up at her. Hermione tried to suppress a whimper of fear and tried to struggle free. Her actions only made Bellatrix squeeze her jaw with more force, causing Hermione to sob involuntarily.

Hermione shook her head hastily and stuttered, "I-I don't know."

She didn't even notice the blow across her face before her cheek started stinging with pain. Hermione cried out and staggered to the side, surprised and scared. Bellatrix aimed a kick at her and with a moan of pain, Hermione collapsed to the ground on her knees.

"Crucio," Bellatrix said silkily.

A split second after, Hermione was in a never ending agony. It felt like someone had poured a barrel of petrol on her and then set her on fire. It burned, it hurt, it ripped her insides apart, turned her skin inside out and back again. It was like someone was stabbing her with a thousand needles and like every cell of her body turned into burning coal.

And then it was over. She was lying on her stomach, panting as the aftershocks of pain flowed through her, the fingernails on her left hand broken and bleeding from scratching the marble floor with them when she was under the curse. She heard the clicking noise of high heels getting closer.

"I'm going to ask you again! Where did you get this sword? Where?"

"We found it – we found it – PLEASE!" Hermione screamed when Bellatrix kicked her to her ribs.

"You're lying, filthy Mudblood, and I know it! You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth, tell the truth!" Bellatrix shrieked and kicked her again to her ribs so hard that Hermione was turned on her back from the force. She moaned with pain, her vision blurring.

"What else did you take? What else have you got? Tell me the truth or, I swear, I shall run you through with this knife!"

Hermione merely whimpered from pain and fear.

"What else did you take, what else? ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!"

Hermione's screams echoed off the walls as the searing pain filled her again. She thrashed on the floor, clawing at herself, trying to rip the skin from her body with her bleeding nails. Her back arched and her eyes were lolling in her aching head that felt like at any moment it was going to burst. Then the pain subsided again, and her head hit the floor hard.

"How did you get into my vault?" Bellatrix screamed. "Did that dirty little goblin in the cellar help you?"

"We only met him tonight!" Hermione sobbed, her voice hoarse from screaming. "We've never been inside your vault…It isn't the real sword! It's a copy, just a copy!"

"A copy?" screeched Bellatrix. "Oh, a likely story!"

"But we can find that out easily!" came Lucius's voice from distance. "Greyback, fetch the goblin, he can tell us whether the sword is real or not!"

There was a short silence and all Hermione could hear were footsteps on the marble floor, her head too heavy to turn it and watch her surroundings.

"Well?" Bellatrix asked Griphook after they had dragged the goblin from the cellar and brought him in front of the sword. "Is it the true sword?"

Hermione waited, holding her breath, fighting against unconsciousness that was threatening to take over.

"No," Griphook said quietly. "It is a fake."

"Are you sure?" Bellatrix asked hastily. "Quite sure?"

"Yes," said the goblin without hesitation.

Hermione grit her teeth against the biting pain in her head and focused her eyes at Bellatrix. She saw relief fill the Death Eater's eyes, as if all tension had been drained from her.

"Good," Bellatrix said, and with a casual flick of her wand she slashed a deep cut into the goblin's face, and Griphook dropped with a yell to her feet. She kicked him aside.

"And now," Bellatrix spoke with a voice that was brimming with triumph, "we call the Dark Lord!" She pushed back her sleeve and touched her forefinger to the Dark Mark.

"And I think," Bellatrix continued, "we can dispose of the Mudblood. Greyback, take her if you want her." Bellatrix said while she walked to sit down on an armchair, ready to watch the scene play out in front of her, her mouth turned into a vicious smirk.

Greyback let out a quiet laugh as he approached slowly Hermione, who was still sprawled on the floor, nearly unconscious.

A moment later, her hazy mind registered him leering at her maniacally, and she shuddered as the waves of nausea and fear rolled over her.

"Delicious girl...what a treat…I do enjoy the softness of the skin…" the Werewolf said with a rasping voice before he gripped her knees, prying her legs apart and kneeling between them. He ran his hands along her thighs, his sharp fingernails tearing through her jeans but not yet marring her skin.

"I love them young…and squirming," he growled, revealing his pointed brown teeth.

Hermione was sent into another wave of nausea by his smell – dirt, sweat and blood.

"So innocent…" Greyback grunted and leaned closer, breathing in her scent, his dirty face mere inches away from Hermione's neck.

He licked her neck, dragging his tongue along her jawbone, and Hermione sobbed silently, too tired to fight back, too scared to move a muscle.

Greyback stood back onto his knees, his filthy hands sliding up her inner thighs once again, ripping at the fabric of her jeans. When he pressed his fingers on her skin, nearing the junction of her thighs, Hermione's mind sharpened momentarily and she gained enough strength to scream and kick him in the head.

The werewolf shouted in surprise and pain as he was knocked to the side, while Hermione scrambled up into a kneeling position.

"You bitch!" Greyback growled angrily and lunged at Hermione, but was stopped by a spell Bellatrix had cast.

Bellatrix cackled from the other side of the room. "A feisty little Mudblood slut, aren't you," She said silkily. "So defiant, so…Gryffindor," she said darkly and grinned as she stood up from her armchair, her eyes flashing with mirth.

"All that for nothing." She smiled at her venomously, holding the knife again in her hand. "Should I entertain myself by letting Greyback here on the loose, or do we just end your life here, right now? Would you like to beg for mercy, little Mudblood?"

Hermione stood up, slowly, shakily, and spat a mouthful of blood to the marble floor, towards Bellatrix.

The witch cackled again and raised her wand. "How rude of you, my little Mudblood. I think Greyback here should teach you a lesson, what do you think my dear?" She tutted and smiled maniacally.

Greyback growled from his place and glared at Bellatrix for keeping him still and not able to move.

"Even so, I myself have more important things to focus on to right now, I'm sure you understand, Mudblood. It might be the best for you to be on your way before the Dark Lord arrives."

Hermione knew there was no escape, not when she was wandless, facing a maniac woman with quick reflexes and a bloodthirst werewolf, growling behind her. The only help she could have had was locked somewhere in the basement. She was all alone, without anything to help her escape. There was no more time for anything.

Then, she remembered something.

Before they had left Hogwarts last year, after Dumbledore's funeral, Hermione had sneaked into the former Headmaster's office to collect some rare and forbidden books on Horcruxes, along with other few items she thought they would need on their journey. She had stumbled upon a Time-Turner when going through his desk drawers. It was similar to the one Hermione had used in her third year, the one Professor McGonagall had lent her. It had been too tempting not to take it with her. She had kept the Time-Turner hidden, disillusioned from everyone else, even Ron and Harry, intending to use it only in extreme danger. Which was now.

Hermione grabbed the Time-Turner quickly, praying to Merlin she had enough time to turn back time. Her fingers fumbled on the hourglass, rotating it over as she saw a curse forming on Bellatrix's lips.

Time seemed to be crawling, and Hermione felt a coldness prickling in her spine as a green light erupted from Bellatrix's wand, inching slowly towards her. She could almost hear the Time-Turner clicking between her fingers, the rings starting to rotate around the hourglass.

She swallowed and then the curse reached her. At least she thought it had. Hermione didn't have time to look up, or even take a breath before the room started to glow with light and then spin uncontrollably. The spinning became faster, and faster until she couldn't see anything anymore, as the Malfoy Manor disappeared around her.

Hermione knew she was moving backwards in time, but it had never felt like this. Never had it felt like she was descending into something bottomless, something endless. It felt like hours, weeks, years even. She tried to scream, but no voice came out. She could see only darkness and light surrounding her. The speed was slowly becoming unbearable, like it was never going to end, like it would swallow her into nothingness.

And then she met ground with a sickening thud. Hermione moaned from pain again and lost consciousness.