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This is a time-travel fic although it doesn't involve time-turners nor intentional time traveling. I'm trying to keep the whole "time-travel" thing as realistic as time travel can be so that means that changing the past is NOT possible (much like what happened in Harry't third year - Buckbeak and Sirius had already been saved, the trio just didn't know it).

The story is already planed out and partially written (it still needs to be revised before publishing though), therefore I do plan on updating regularly.

That's all for this AN please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter therefore all recognizable characters in this story belong to J. K. Rowling and I'm only playing around with them.

Chapter One

Hermione couldn't be having a worse day. Waking up in the morning she found her mother standing above her with a dark green summer dress in one hand and ballet flats in the other. Looking at her with sleepy eyes, Hermione couldn't help but think she was dreaming (having a nightmare to be more precise).

"Dear, please put these on and come to London with me. We need to spend some time together, and I really feel like shopping." A few seconds after that Hermione was finally able to process what her mother was saying and turned around in the bed groaning into her pillow.

"Why can't we spend time together here? Why do we have to go shopping?" Hermione cried looking pleadingly at her mother.

"Because we haven't shopped together for more than a year and you're leaving for the Weasley's next week."

Hermione knew her only spending a couple of weeks at home during the summer was a sore spot for her parents (specially her mother) but she still couldn't wrap her head around shopping no matter how little time she had to spend with her parents.

"Why can't we go to the park, or the zoo, or anywhere else, really?" Hermione was now sitting on the bed, making puppy dog eyes at her mother, who couldn't be ignoring them more, having laid the clothes in the end off the bed and going around the room fetching worn clothes to put in the washing machine.

"Because this annoying fog would ruin any kind of trip," seeing Hermione's movement to speak Jane continued on faster "except a shopping trip where we are inside the mall!"

Without really knowing how it had happened Hermione found herself inside the mall in London being dragged along with her (also annoyed) father from shop to shop carrying her mother's bags, both attempting to put a stop on what felt like a never ending shopping trip.

"Dear, we have enough clothes to last for another two or three years – Jane scuffed at her husband's words but said nothing deciding to ignore them and continue walking – I heard about this market place, near here selling antiques. It will only last this weekend and even though the weather isn't exactly the best we could still go." John could see his wife wavering on her decision of keeping on shopping in the mall and nudged Hermione for help.

"Yes! It will be fun. Please mother…" Hermione said hoping for a way out.

"Oh, fine. Let us have lunch here and then we will go." Jane said smiling softly. She had known from the beginning she wouldn't have been able to keep her two family members inside the mall for long, but she couldn't be happier with their second destination. She too, along with her daughter and husband was a fan of antiques.

After lunch (a well deserved double cheese and bacon pizza) the three of them were in the car heading for said market place. John was grinning from ear to ear, feeling proud at having dissuaded his wife from her shopping trip, Jane was looking at the map and speed talking (much like her daughter did when she was excited about something) about a forest surrounding the fair and Hermione was holding her camera, taking random pictures at her parents and the scenery outside the window. She had taken a liking to wizard cameras and after having bought her own and very rarely passed one opportunity to take it out of her bag. Of course the crescent green scenery was a good picture motive.

"Ah, we're here," Hermione's father said turning the engine of the car off. The fog hadn't lifted but no matter the strange weather they could still see countless people getting in and out of the cars, happy with their purchases. Not one seemed to care about the strange weather and somehow that made it easier to walk around as if it were nothing.

"There sure are a lot of people here," Jane commented looking at the masses of people moving up and down the street. Small children ran around looking at the toys tents of the gypsies, while the parents tried to dissuade them from buying the toys they offered (many of them, Hermione noticed with a scoff, failing).

The happy voices of the people could be heard left and right, mixing into what (in the distance) sounded like running water, the laughter of children chirping like happy little birds in the early morning spring.

"Oh, look Hermione." Jane had stopped in front of a small tent full of handbags (which in Hermione´s opinion were way to bright and colorful, hurting her eyes if she looked at them during too much time. However, Jane was pointing at a small beaded handbag that wasn't too bright nor to colorful. Actually, Hermione thought it was a really beautiful handbag. Not five minutes later she was the proud owner of it.

It was while Hermione was enjoying a strawberry ice-cream that her day got definitely worse. Her father was laughing at her mother who was making strange faces at the feeling of the cold ice cream she had bitten inside her mouth while Hermione was taking pictures of both of them when screams erupted in the far side of the street. The trio immediately stopped their laughter, getting up from the park benches where they had been seated to look better at the cause of disrupt.

Almost immediately Hermione recognized the flashes being sent from one side to the other hitting random people who could do nothing better but to run away from them not really knowing what was happening. Hermione took her wand out of her pocket almost immediately running in the opposite direction of the spells which were getting closer to them, as were the deatheaters producing them.

"Hermione, w-what´s going on?" Jane asked her daughter panic seeping into her voice which wavered due to the running her daughter was forcing her make. Her father didn't speak seeming to realize that the most important thing in the moment wasn´t asking questions but to escape from the wizards. Run first, questions later seemed to be his motto. A correct one at that.

Suddenly a chilling voice reached Hermione's ears making her stop abruptly. John and Jane stopped almost immediately looking at the black haired woman in front of them.

"Oh look! A mudblood! Potter's mudblood!" Hermione felt her blood run cold and instinctively put her parents behind her trying to shield them from harm´s way. Bellatrix, who was looking at the trio with renewed interest, pointed her wand at them, Hermione immediately pointed hers in return.

"Uuuh…. I'm so scared!" Bellatrix mocked looking at Hermione's fighting stance with amused eyes (well, as amused as her two scary black eyes could look).

Hermione felt her fingers closing further around her wand, making her knuckles turn white. Only Bellatrix and the anonymous deatheater remained focused on her, all the other focusing instead on the muggles around instead. The number of green flashes grew alarmingly fast around them and, unconsciously Hermione tried to step closer to her parents, putting herself in position if she had the need to defend them.

"Sectumsempra!" Bellatrix shouted without warning, making Hermione duck and knock her parents to the ground in efforts of keeping them unharmed. "Reducto! Incendio!" Bellatrix continued shouting not sparing a single second to breath, making Hermione dance around the spells, trying to avoid them with all her strength.

"Protego! Tarantallegra! Expelliarmus!" Hermione countered the moment she saw a opening on Bellatrix frenzy attack, ducking and aiming being Hermione's only thoughts. So entangled she was in the fight everything else slipped from her mind: her parents, thoughts of how she would be standing her own ground if she hadn't had DA in her fifth year, all the other deatheaters that hadn't stopped attacking the muggles like they were nothing more than a bid group of deer they could hunt. All Hermione saw was Bellatrix, her crazy eyes and black curly hair, but above all that, her wand, which kept firing curses nonstop. Never before had Hermione fought so hard (except maybe in the department of mysteries, once again all the way back in the end of her fifth year) and she could feel her dress start clinging to her back from all the sweat.

"Imperio! Crucio!" Bellatrix shouted harder, her voice gaining an angrier tone that matched the spells she was casting. Felling the fight getting dirtier than before (as she knew it was bond to become since it wasn't exactly a duel supervised be professors inside of Hogwards) Hermione started retaliating, silently praying the aurors wouldn't take much longer to come, knowing she wouldn't be able to hang on much longer. How she wished she had a way to contact the order! Already she could feel her arms and legs trembling with the effort of keeping up the speed.

What worried her was that Bellatrix didn't seem the least bit tired.

"Reducto! Immobullus! Incarcerous! Sectumsempra!" The last spell hit its intend target and Hermione stood still, looking at the irate eyes of Bellatrix Lestrage, who too had stopped lifting a hand to her cheek so she could feel the deep gash that had formed there, all with several others in her left arm. Hermione could't begin to guess how the woman was still standing as she looked like all the blood she had in her body was flowing out. A rogue spell hit a death eater that had been just about to attack Hermione, making both her and Bellatrix step out of whatever trance they had both been on.

"Avada Kedavra!" Bellatrix screeched making Hermione duck immediately. Horror hit her like a ton of rocks when she realized the spells wasn't aimed in her direction but her father's that had, without Hermione realizing stood up from his lying position. Still midjump she tried to cast something that sent her father out of the way but the second was gone before she could even so much as lift her wand, falling square on her back. Bellatrix's murderous laugh sounded trough all the frenzy around them. Hermione could only stare at her father's body, still like a plant, her mother's beside him looking every bit dead as her father was even tough she hadn't seen her being hit with the horrible green light. Two seconds had passed. Bellatrix was still laughing above all the noise. Hermione stood aiming at her father murderer who seemed to realize Hermione's intentions taking a fighting stance. Both witches had their spells in the tip of their tongue, neither being particularly nice. However before any of them could begin to utter more than the fist letters, Hermione was hit with a funny colored spell she couldn't recognize, her entire body exploding in pain. Blackness greeted her.

When she woke up she didn't know whether to feel glad she was alive or confused as to why (or how) she was alive. She could remember fighting with Bellatrix could remember her parent's dead bodies and could remember being hit with that painful spell (from which she could still feel traces of pain on her arms and legs).

Blinking the tears away for she refused to be weak, she looked around taking in her surroundings for the first time. Of course staring into trees no matter the direction she looked hadn't been what she had thought she would find, and she couldn't help but wonder how she had gotten where she was. Had it been the caster of the spell that hit her intention to send her to a forest or had it been an accident? And what spell had she been hit with? Hermione did not recognize the light it had emitted, and the only thing she knew was that the spell had come from her right, just like the rogue one that had hit the deatheater besides Bellatrix.

Getting up from the ground Hermione started walking around, looking for a way out of the forest (maybe she could find a road, or even a old hikers trail) still thinking about the situation she was in. What had been in Hermione's right? She felt frustrated that she couldn't remember such a simple fact, but she knew it was due to having been so focused on her fight. Hell she hadn't even seen her mother be hit with the killing curse! She could however remember (from when she had seated with her parents on the bench eating ice-cream) that there had been a park near – but now that she thought about it, it could very well be the forest she was in (the one her mother had been talking about in the car too). So, Hermione concluded that was where she had been brought to. But what had been the purpose? That little question she still defeated her as she had absolutely no clue to what the answer was, and that was a feeling she did not like.

It was when she began to wonder if she should have stayed put and wait for help or keep wandering around and hope to find something that would help her that she felt like hitting herself repeatedly. She could already imagine Ron:

"Are you a witch or not!" she imagined he would say while looking at her with his mocking eyes and typical Ron expression. Getting her wand out of the beaded bag (and wondering how, along with the camera, it had managed not to fall during her fight) Hermione cast two patronuses, to Harry and Ron, asking for help. She would have asked someone in the order but with the attack she guessed they would be a little too busy and it didn't sit well with her bothering them just to go fetch her because she had gotten lost. Of course, before casting the patronuses she had contemplated apparating but she didn't know the nature of the spell she had been hit with and didn't feel confident enough to apparate without being one hundred percent sure there would be no side effects – she didn't want to leave a leg or anything behind, even if her own diagnosis spells didn't alert to anything wrong in her body. One never knew what dark magic had in its sleeves, she mused sitting in a moss covered stone waiting for a patronus to answer her own, indicating that help was in the way.

The sun was now in the middle of the sky. Hermione knew it had been hours not only because the sun had just barely risen when she had woken up, but also because her stomach was grumbling with hunger (thank Merlin she was a witch and didn't have to worry about lack of water). Feeling both worried because something had to have happened for her two best friends not to answer her messages, and angry with herself for having wasted a whole morning sitting on a damn rock waiting to be rescued like a damsel in distress when she could have just kept walking – the patronuses would have found her wherever she was – and maybe if she had done that she would have already found a way out of the forest! However, when light began to get dimmer she knew it wouldn't have mattered if she had walked or not for she had walked the whole afternoon only to end up in the clearing she had began her walk, staring at the moss covered rock which seemed to be mocking her.

"Bloody hell!" Hermione screamed halting her steps immediately. Felling her head getting lighter she silently cursed herself for her stupidity: not only was she dead on her feet after having walked the whole afternoon but also she had not been clever enough to mark her way so that she wouldn't end up in the same place has what had happened. To make matters worse, Hermione was thinking as she, once again, sat in the rock, she hadn't received any kind of answer to her patronus, which meant either something had happened to Harry and Ron, or they were somewhere with the fidelus charm. Hermione hoped it was the second option and repeatedly told herself that it was indeed. After all, if something had happened to Harry she reassured herself that she would have heard of it – being or not being lost.

Hermione briefly considered trying once again to find a way out, maybe with the help of a point me spell, which she had earlier decided against because she didn't know where she wanted to be pointed to, however she quickly decided against it while looking at the sun, getting lower with each passing minute, signaling the end of the day. Hermione didn't need anyone to tell her that walking around in a forest during the night was a very stupid and imprudent thing to do.

Sighing she looked around the clearing trying to find a good area to spend the night in, and started to transfigure tree branches and leaves into a shelter big enough for her to sleep inside. Already inside it, the beaded bag was transfigured into a sleeping bag where she settled for the night. She only woke up when the sun decided to greet her with its early morning soft rays once again.

So that's the first chapter, please read and Review!

Lady Featherweight