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I do not own Harry Potter. All credit for these characters goes to J.K and our deepest thanks for her allowing us to play in the amazing world she created. Basically, anything you recognize is not copyrighted by me. I make no profit off my fanfiction.

Blanket Warning: There will be lemons, eventually.

Main Characters: Hermione Granger and Tom Riddle Jr.

I started this fic for a Tomione fest in 2017. Then, everything kind of went pear-shaped in my life and I had to pull out of the fest. As the fic is basically finished I figured I would post it, obviously this is not canon and I fiddled with dates.

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(thank you, Vino Amore, for the lovely aesthetic.)

Beta/Alpha: I_was_BOTWP (my love for her can not be properly articulated in one sentence.)

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Music is my Muse:
Won't you help me sober up?
Growing up it made me numb, and I want to feel something again.
Sober Up

Fate of Time

Chapter One
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Hermione felt the spell hit her and knew that she had screamed but then everything became fuzzy as she fell as if she was stuck in static. She tried to move, to lift her wand, to yell for help, but nothing happened. She watched as the final battle continued around her. Felt relief and terror as Harry appeared, alive but looking so scared.

Then a wizard appeared and she tried to yell out a warning, however, he stood in front of Harry, shielding him. She tried to listen to what he was saying but her ears were ringing. The wizard appeared to be taunting Voldemort, even in the state she was in she recognized he seemed to have no fear. The mysterious wizard blocked the spells and threw up a large dome type spell she had only heard about from Harry from his experience in the Department of Mysteries with Dumbledore. Whoever this wizard was he was powerful, and then he killed Voldemort, something she knew Harry had never really wished to do, and she let out a slow breath of relief.

It was over.

All around her she could see the Death Eaters giving up or leaving. But, it was getting harder to focus on anything, she felt as if she was watching a movie and the reel was slipping, stuttering.

Suddenly Harry was there and the wizard, he swept her into his arms. With a sort of detachment, she heard their conversation. The wizard was telling Harry that the spell was erasing her from time, that it was old magic, dark magic. She felt his magic moving through her and it was like a soft caress.

The wizard had intense and sad blue eyes as he spoke to her. "You must stay conscious. Block your mind, I am sorry my love, but you can do this. Do not lose hope. Do not let Dumbledore see into your mind, you were right, you were always right. My love, please, save me."

Hermione looked at him in shock as his face faded in and out of her vision. She knew those eyes, she had seen them in old newspaper clippings after her second year, they had haunted her then. Tom Riddle was standing over her calling her his 'love'.

But you can't love! She thought desperately.

In her mind he replied. "I love you."

And then Harry was there in her vision, and she could see how worried he was. She tried to reassure him but the world was fading, she couldn't understand what was being said and she was losing focus on those around her.

In another blink of an eye, everything was grey and she was floating. Then she was slamming onto a hard stone floor and people were screaming. She looked up at a man that she recognized from a Portrait in the Headmasters office.

"My word! How on earth! Tom, go and get Professor Dumbledore immediately. The wards, they didn't react!"

Hermione fought to stay conscious and block her thoughts as the man, the man with the blue eyes who had said he loved her, had told her to do. And she occlumented for all she was worth. Dumbledore, he couldn't know. Now she knew why he had said to block her mind. Dumbledore could not be trusted. She blinked as tears poured out of her eyes. Dumbledore had set Harry up to die, raised him to be slaughtered. Hermione shivered as she realized that somehow she had been sent to the past. But she couldn't focus on that now, she had to protect her mind and figure out exactly what past she was in.

Everything she knew about time travel played through her mind as she continued to shiver and silently cry on the floor. She was a bloody mess from the battle, her arm where Bellatrix had carved into her was bleeding profusely, and she had a massive headache and was pretty sure her skull was fractured.

The wizard who had told the boy to get Professor Dumbledore was now yelling for someone to get the nurse; all along still mumbling about the wards not reacting and how very odd it was. Hermione cringed wishing the man would stop talking.

Professor Dumbledore was suddenly there and she felt him try to enter her mind. She quickly threw him off with waves of emotion. Fear, pain, more pain, anxiety. He slipped out and started working on stabilizing her.

She shook her head at the potions. Not wanting to lose her ability to keep her thoughts private. The nurse tisked but set to work helping Dumbledore stabilize her so that they could move her.

"She just fell out of the ceiling. The girl hit the ground very hard and looks like she has been through a battle, Albus. I can't imagine-"

Professor Dumbledore held up his hand. "We will figure out the how later, Headmaster. For now, the child needs care. May we move her Gilda?"

"Yes."

Hermione felt herself being lifted onto a magical stretcher and closed her eyes as it floated along.

"There is no reason for you to come along, Tom," was said in a mild tone by Professor Dumbledore.

Gilda, however, rebuked him. "He is here to assist me, Albus."

Hermione flinched, terrified at the thought of who 'Tom' would be. But her ears were ringing again and she missed whatever else was said. She was starting to black out even as she started taking great gulps of air. She had to stay conscious. She couldn't pass out. But just then someone grabbed her arm and she screamed in pain and everything went black.

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Hermione slowly blinked her eyes as bright light seemed to ghost over them.

"Wake up child."

Her eyes flew open and she reached for her wand trying to sit up as fear gripped her.

Suddenly she was immobilized and gasping as her eyes adjusted and a witch she did not recognize in white robes frowned over her. "You are safe, please stay still. Tom! The calming drought."

Hermione shook her head but the woman didn't listen, pouring it down her throat and forcing Hermione to swallow the potion.

Hermione decided that she should go still and work on calming her mind, panic wouldn't help her. She looked around her. The first face she fell on was Dumbledore, he looked deeply worried, his eyes un twinkling as he accessed her. The next person was the person who had found her. The headmaster she supposed, he was a portrait in the head office in her time. She couldn't recall his name. The final face was Tom Riddle and her hand twitched for her wand her eyes going wide. He was young, but not boyish young. No, she would bet that he was in his last year of school. What could he be doing here? From what she could gather it was after term. She hadn't seen any other students in the Great Hall.

"She doesn't look older than fifteen or sixteen," was said by the witch who she assumed was the nurse. "Malnourished, dehydrated, broken bones all over her body, a concussion, someone carved into her with a cursed blade," the nurse shook her head clearly very upset.

Hermione watched as Dumbledore went pale and the Headmaster sank down looking horrified. Tom watched her his eyes flashing with curiosity and something else.

"Who would do such a thing to a child?" was asked by the Headmaster.

Hermione took in a deep breath and tried to think of something to say. But she had nothing that she could tell them. It was taking all she could not to grab someone's wand and Avada Tom Riddle. She had to block her mind. She couldn't change the timeline. She looked at Tom and was startled by his eyes and his voice as he spoke with the nurse asking what she needed. She was right, it had been Tom Riddle in the hall during the battle. The wizard who had whispered to her, who had killed Lord Voldemort, looked and sounded like him, just older. She shook her head and worked on locking away the memory of the final moments of the battle, she had grown good at compartmentalizing her mind. It kept her sane when on the run with Ron and Harry.

Tears still leaked out of her eyes as the nurse bustled around and started forcing potions down her. Tom assisting her handing her the potions she asked for.

"Should we contact the ministry?" Dippit, she was pretty sure that was his name, seemed to be looking at Dumbledore for advice, Dumbledore was watching her closely and Hermione worked to not tense.

Finally, Dumbledore responded his tone soft yet firm. "I am not sure that is the wisest move, Headmaster. We might not want to advertise that someone breached the school's wards just before the start of term."

Hermione almost snorted at that but since she had no desire to speak with anyone from the ministry she stayed silent, although she saw Tom's lips twitch as if he had noticed her silent grimace.

"I will speak with her myself after she is stabilized," Dumbledore said in a calm reassuring voice.

"How will you know she will tell you the truth?" was asked by the Headmaster. "We have to know how she got here. The wards, Albus. They didn't even flinch when she arrived!"

Again Dumbledore was shushing the man and she watched as Tom Riddle looked up deeply interested in this conversation and she let out a small gasp of fright. She didn't want to be interesting to Tom Riddle and if that idiot kept talking-

She let out a sigh of relief as she heard Dumbledore assure the man he would stay and watch her.

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The next few hours were spent in a haze of pain and potions. Tom did leave when the nurse had to strip her to access her injuries but the witch yelled out everything she found to Dumbledore and she assumed Tom Riddle.

"Curse damage scars, all over the poor girl. More knife damage, not healed yet."

She cleaned Hermione as she went and then dressed her in a soft cotton gown and moved to look closer at her arm before she flinched and said shakily. "Albus, you need to see this."

Hermione watched with frightened eyes as Dumbledore walked in and frowned down at her arm. Suddenly his eyes met hers and he sank down in a chair.

"Can you fix it, Albus?" the nurse asked softly.

Dumbledore pulled out his wand and started muttering over her arm. Hermione looked down in shock, the skin knitted itself together and she gasped.

"You can fix it?" Hermione asked in awe.

Dumbledore looked up at her and his eyes were kind as they moved over her. "Yes, child. No one should have that carved into their arm."

The nurse tutted and shook her head. "There are more, will they scar Albus?"

Hermione flinched as the nurse moved her gown to show Dumbledore the other knife wounds on her torso. She again felt the healing warmth of his spell and probably counter curse moving over her.

"It shouldn't scar if you treat it now that the curse is removed," he said in his normal calm and even tone.

The nurse nodded looking relived and then said, "we shall not speak of it."

"Who did this to you, child?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.

Hermione shook her head. "I cannot say," she whispered hoarsely.

The nurse looked at her with her kind soft green eyes. "You are safe here."

Hermione knew she looked pitiful as she shook her head. "I cannot tell you who, I- they- I do not know."

In a sense that was true. Some of the people who had left the scars on her body were not born yet. So, she technically would not know them.

Dumbledore nodded and moved to sit down while the nurse called for Tom again asking him to bring in a pain potion. Hermione watched the tall good looking boy as he moved in handing the potion to the nurse and looked her over frowning.

"She is too skinny," he said suddenly.

The nurse nodded her tone matter of fact. "Yes, she is."

Hermione closed her eyes not liking what was being said but not able to argue the point. She was far too skinny. She had been hungry for a year now and it was all thanks to the psychopath in front of her.

"Her hair is a mess," Tom said in his detached manner.

Hermione glared at him her eyes flashing open filled with anger. Stupid prat! He smirked at her obviously seeing the venom in her gaze.

The nurse sighed and waved her wand, Hermione felt her scalp tingle, and she knew the nurse had cleaned her hair. Probably wise as it was covered in grime from the battle and her own blood from a head injury.

"She has lovely hair under all that blood," was said with a soft sigh.

Hermione winced as the nurse prodded at her head injury. "We shouldn't need to bandage this, the potion worked well enough. Just a little dittany to keep it from scaring I think."

Hermione held very still as the woman dabbed her wound and didn't even flinch, which caused Tom Riddle to raise an eyebrow at her.

The nurse went back to diagnostic spells before pausing again looking horrified. "My goodness, Albus! Look at this."

Tom was frowning as Professor Dumbledore quickly moved over to look at the spell results. Once he did his eyes flashed to hers full of horror and shock.

"That's extensive curse damage," the nurse whispered horrified. "Albus, she should go to the hospital-"

Dumbledore pushed aside the nurse and waved his wand over Hermione, a bright blue light formed over her and she felt her spin start to tingle. "I doubt that would be safe," Dumbledore said his tone low and worry showing on his face. "If someone has used an unforgivable on her to this extent, I don't believe she will be safe in an open ward."

Hermione watched Tom Riddles' eyes flashed to hers. "Someone tortured her with an unforgivable?" Tom asked carefully.

The nurse nodded her eyes brimming with tears. "For a prolonged period of time. She has cellular and nerve damage."

Hermione gasped as every nerve in her body started to burn and her arms and legs began to twitch involuntarily.

"What is the Professor doing?" Tom asked in the mildly interested tone he had been using the whole night.

"Repairing her nerves. She will have to stay in this bubble for a few hours at least. Depending on how old the damage is and how long it was sustained. Oh, this is just awful; she is so young."

Hermione winced as the pain became greater and bit her lip to not cry out. Dumbledore watched her his face full of a kind of horror. Finally, he moved away but the blue bubble of light stayed around her and her whole body started to twitch.

"It will be excruciating for her," the nurse said shaking her head. "Albus, perhaps we should let her sleep through this? A sleeping drought?"

"No!" Hermione said on a gasp.

Everyone looked at her but she shook her head, biting down on her lip.

The nurse nodded looking sad and sank down.

Tom Riddle stayed standing his eyes shrewd as they studied her.

Hermione closed her eyes and concentrated on keeping her shields up. This allowed her an escape from the pain of her nerves apparently regrowing.

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Hermione wasn't sure how long she was out for but when she opened her eyes again she was met with the intense blue gaze of Tom Riddle.

"You passed out about an hour in," he said to her calmly. "Dumbledore left annoyed he couldn't break through your occlumency. You're very good at it, doing it now even."

Hermione swallowed but didn't say anything.

He was watching her carefully and then he gestured at her arm. "What did someone carve into your arm?"

Hermione paused not sure what to say and then whispered. "Mudblood."

Tom frowned and picked up her arm looking it over; it took all her energy not to flinch as he touched her. "How was Dumbledore able to cure it?" he asked curiously.

"No idea," she said honestly. "It was a cursed blade."

Tom nodded thoughtfully and put her arm down. "They think you are from the continent but you don't have an accent."

Hermione bit her lip but didn't respond.

He continued to watch her. "You also fell from the ceiling in the Great Hall and that is supposed to be impossible." Hermione raised an eyebrow, and he frowned at her waving his hand. "Apparating into Hogwarts, it's not possible."

Hermione stayed silent as Tom sat forward. "So, I think you couldn't have apparated and I know Dumbledore agrees. That leaves very few other options."

Hermione swallowed again and then said hoarsely. "Does it?"

Tom nodded still watching her. "Time traveler," he said decisively watching Hermione closely.

She knew she couldn't flinch or show emotion and she concentrated on keeping her mind totally blank.

After a bit, he sighed and folded his arms. "Fine, keep your secrets. I already know you had to come from the future though."

"Of course I did. You can't move forward in time," she said hoping her voice sounded as cold as his.

He smirked at her and then nodded, "well, yes."

Hermione looked away wearily and let out a small sigh.

"Are you in pain?" She shrugged but winced and then heard him let out a long sigh. "You can just say you are. I can give you more pain potion."

She nodded. "Just pain potion."

He rolled his eyes as she took the vial from him, swirling it carefully to see its colour, and then smelling it.

"I didn't put poison in it," he said in amusement.

Hermione drank the potion and handed him back the vial. "What is the date?" she asked finally.

He frowned at her. "June third nineteen forty-four."

Hermione looked at him and her blood went cold. "You have already killed Myrtle and your muggle family," she said softly not realizing she had spoken out loud.

He went totally still and his eyes narrowed. "Yes, I have."

She shook her head. "Stay away from me Tom Riddle. I can't change the future."

He moved forward staring at her in a mixture of horror and possibly fear. "So you aren't going to tell them what you know about me?"

She shook her head. "I can't," she said softly. "Just, stay out of my way, and I will stay out of yours."

Tom sat back, watching her and fiddling with the ring, the ring he would make a Horcrux out of. Possibly already had.

Tom let out a long breath. "You are a complication," he said slowly. "I have plans."

Hermione knew her face twisted in distaste. "Yes, I know."

He snorted and then stood up. "I have to tell Headmaster Dippit and Professor Dumbledore that you are awake. They plan on using vertisirum on you while Dumbledore interrogates you."

Hermione closed her eyes. "I am immune," she said in a bored tone. Her eyes snapped back open as something occurred to her. "Why isn't Headmaster Dippit interrogating me?"

"Dumbledore has the real power here; Dippet is merely… a puppet" Tom told her, then added in a cold tone. "Make sure you keep up your shields, if you threaten my plans, I will kill you."

Hermione didn't even flinch at his threat instead she just watched him walk away her heart racing.

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Not soon after he left Professor Dumbledore walked in offering her a candy out of his pocket. A candy she assumed would be laced with the truth serum. She declined it politely and watched him instead offer her tea. She accepted it because it would look suspicious if she did not and allowed him to help her sit up.

"Thank you, for healing my arm," she said quietly.

Dumbledore nodded. "Can you still not recall who hurt you, child?"

Hermione shook her head focusing on remaining calm and keeping her shields in place. She showed him emotion and bits of things but kept out any vital information.

"Where are you from child?"

Hermione winced and then said. "You are a very smart wizard; you must know what happened to me."

Dumbledore nodded his face thoughtful. "Can you give me a date?"

Hermione winced and shook her head. "Sorry, no."

Dumbledore took a deep breath. "Are you working for a Dark Wizard?"

Hermione glared at him. "Do you consider yourself dark?" she asked her tone full of her annoyance.

He sat back stunned and then frowned at her. "Hmm, how very complicated."

Hermione nodded and set down her tea. "Yes."

"You can trust me, child."

Hermione almost rolled her eyes. "Says the wizard who spiked my tea with truth serum and tried to offer me candy laced with it?"

He had the grace to flush but then frowned. "I apologize but it's for the-"

Hermione cut him off. "Yes, for the greater good. I understand. I can't tell you what you want to hear, Professor. Please respect that. I am what you think I am, but I can't tell you more than that. I have to protect the timeline, don't I?"

Dumbledore nodded his face pale and thoughtful. "Yes, indeed you do. What do we do with you?"

Hermione sighed and rubbed her arms shivering. "I do not know."

"How old are you?"

Hermione sighed. "I will be nineteen, but I still need to complete my N.E.W.T's."

"Interesting." Was all Dumbledore said, "the school would probably be the safest place for you."

Hermione snorted. "Yes, very safe," she said dryly.

Dumbledore paused his eyes narrowing on her. "You do not think so?"

"Nothing happens this year, I missed Myrtle dying," she looked at him now her eyes full of anger.

He sat back stunned and then nodded. "Yes, you did," he said slowly. "Anything to say on that subject?"

Hermione shook her head, "nothing I can say, sir."

Dumbledore gave a slow nod. "Who taught you occlumency?"

Hermione smirked, "I learned myself, it was needed."

Dumbledore sighed and stood up, "I must think about this. I am not sure we can allow you to attend school, but I also do not think it is safe to put you out of school. There is a dark wizard who would be very interested in you and the knowledge you have."

Hermione thought darkly that he had no idea that there was another dark wizard who was inside the castle who was just as interested in her.

"Well, get on with defeating him already," she said tiredly. "You know you will have to."

Dumbledore paused and stared at her his eyes wide before he nodded. "Yes, I suppose I will."

She sighed. "Soon, you duel him again and imprison him. You haven't yet; you don't have the Elder Wand."

Dumbledore shook his head and she could tell he was deeply concerned by what she had just told him. "Perhaps we should talk again after you have rested."

Hermione nodded at him. "That would be wise."

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Hermione spent weeks locked in the infirmary with Madam Tulie mothering her. She was weak and starting to panic a bit about her circumstances. Tom Riddle, it turned out, had just stayed after term for a bit to do an internship and had now returned to the orphanage, probably to terrorize small children.

The next time she saw Dumbledore he was carrying the elder wand and looking rather haggard.

Hermione nodded at him. "Congratulations," she said simply looking at the wand. "I am sorry you had to fight a friend."

His eyes went wide but then he nodded solemnly. "Thank you. It was not pleasant."

Hermione was sitting in a chair in the infirmary with books around her. "I imagine it was not," she said trying to be friendly. No point in alienating the man she had decided.

"Headmaster Dippit has decided that we must keep you here. We both agree that involving the ministry would be ill-advised. Instead, we contacted the Department of Mysteries, which works independently from the Ministry. They have decided that you will need an alternative identity and shall finish out your schooling."

Hermione sighed. "I can't be returned to my time, can I?"

Dumbledore frowned at her. "No, it is impossible to move forward in time without shattering the bridge. Or at least that is what they have told me. Great minds have been pondering this problem for centuries. Do you know how you were sent back?"

Hermione shook her head and gestured at the books all around her. "It was a spell. It took a bit to take effect. I assume it was some kind of dark magic."

Dumbledore nodded. "I would agree."

Hermione shrugged wearily. "I guess it doesn't matter in the end, does it? I am here and apparently stuck."

"Yes," he said simply.

Hermione nodded trying not to cry. This was a bit much to take in.

Dumbledore spoke again, his voice kind. "Madam Tulie has offered to be your guardian if that is acceptable for you?"

Hermione looked up surprised. "Is that allowed?"

Dumbledore paused and then said. "At this time only four people know how you ended up here. We would like to keep it that way? Having you be a relative of the Tulie family protects you."

Hermione frowned. "How do you gag the student who knows differently?" she asked carefully.

Dumbledore sighed. "He was made to take a vow of silence regarding you."

Hermione snorted at this with disdain, "I would have just changed his memory."

Dumbledore looked at her his eyes showing his displeasure at her remark. "That is not done to students."

Hermione gave him a hard look. "And vows are?"

Dumbledore considered this and then shrugged. "It was felt that it was needed."

Hermione nodded but stayed silent.

Finally, Dumbledore asked. "What were your classes? We will need to test you before we place you in N.E.W.T level classes."

Hermione told him her schedule laughing at his look of surprise. "That's less then I took my O.W.L year," she said with a shrug.

Dumbledore stood up and then said simply. "If it is convenient we can do your testing tomorrow and before term Madam Tuile will take you to get a new wardrobe and everything you need for school. You can stay here until the start of term; a room has been made available to you just off the ward. Madam Tuile will explain the cover story that has been decided for you and we will work out any issues with that before term starts."

Hermione nodded grateful she would no longer need to sleep in the infirmary. "Thank you, sir, and yes that will be fine."

The next day was a blur of activity. She passed the mock O.W.L's with flying colours, surprising Dumbledore with her knowledge and skill. He signed off on her N.E.W.T schedule as the Deputy Headmaster and she went down to eat dinner with Madam Tulie, or Aunt Gilda, as she had asked Hermione to call her.

Most of the professors were still not back for the start of term and she managed to avoid having to answer many questions. The story had been spread amongst the staff that she was Madam Tulie's niece and that she had fled the war on the continent. As Madam Tulie came from a large wizarding family in France and Hermione spoke the language rather well thanks to muggle primary school and her general swotness the story worked.

That was how Hermione Jean Granger became Hermione Fleur Tulie. Hermione had picked her middle name in recognition of Fleur who had told her enough about France that she felt reasonably sure she would be able to maintain her cover. She also read every book on France she could find and had started reading in French to improve her vocabulary. There was nothing to do for her accent, however, so Dumbledore had stepped in with a rather ingenious spell. Now when Hermione spoke English she had the proper accent to go along with her cover story. Her new Aunt also spoke only French with her so that she could improve her pronunciation.

A week before term Gilda smiled at her over dinner. "We will head to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get your things. A new wardrobe is needed."

Hermione nodded anxious to finally get out of the castle and curious about what Diagon Alley would look like in this time period. It should be interesting and was a welcome break from her constant reading. She had decided to try and learn as much as she could on time travel and had spent all her free time reading any book on the subject she could find.

Slip, the Tulie's family elf who had survived the fire had adopted Hermione. Although it went against all of her scruples to do so, Hermione had allowed Professor Dumbledore to bind the little elf to her; which effectively magically made her a Tulie. The little elf had been ecstatic to learn she would have a mistress. Slip brought her books, forced potions down her, and cared for her every day. Hermione spoke with her frequently as the little elf was an encyclopedia of pureblood customs that Hermione figured she would need to know. Slip also kept her company during the day and was there at night when Hermione had nightmares. If the little elf found it odd that Hermione treated her more like a friend than a servant she didn't say anything.

Slip was probably going to be Hermione's only friend. The little elf knew all her secrets. Secrets even her new 'Aunt' didn't know. Hermione knew that her Aunt hoped she would make friends and settle in this time period, but Hermione couldn't see how that was possible. She didn't belong here, no matter what any of them said. Slip seemed to agree although her words about the situation were always cryptic and short.

Hermione had started corresponding with an unspeakable who was looking into her situation. The wizard admitted that he didn't hold out much hope they would figure out the spell and that he felt she should just live her life until they knew more.

She had snorted at that and tossed down the letter. Live her life? She didn't know how to do that. She was numb from years of terror and war. And she did not belong in nineteen forty- four. But, with nothing else to do, Hermione figured she would do all she could to research her situation and settle in for her seventh year of schooling.

Besides, her research had never failed her yet. She tried to have hope. And when she ran out of hope she learned everything she could in order to not draw attention to herself.

Somehow, she would get back to where she belonged.

Author Notes:
I should be able to update it every week, but again, it is me so don't hold me to that. Merlin knows that when I make plans my Lupus likes to laugh in my face. I currently have a bronchitis infection, walking pneumonia and my blood is too thin. What can I say, I am an overachiever. I missed church, hence you get this story.
I am also a single momma right now. The hubby is still in Washington waiting on a transfer, it's Uncle Sam, so this could be next week or next year.
To my mostly Dramione readers. If you are here for this, you are the best, thank you.
Don't worry, Riddle This and Bond of Fate are not shelved. This fic is just editing while the other two are me needing to write. I promise updates as soon as I have time to indulge my muse.
To new readers, welcome to my crazy life. You can follow along on Instagram: CrystalJeanRed
I hope you enjoy the fic.
Cheers,
CJRed