Harry felt himself tossing and turning for most of the night. The brown owl in the cage on his desk really wasn't helping him out. He found out the owl's name was Hooter and quickly understood why his other self had given him that name. This whole time travel thing was still a bit confusing to Harry, all of it just didn't seem logical. A few hours later Harry heard a knocking on his door followed by the voice of his father.

"Harry! Hurry up and get dressed, we're leaving in 10 minutes!" James Potter yelled. Harry rubbed his eyes and slowly got out of bed, he had not gotten one minute of sleep the whole night. He looked at his clock and it read 8:30 am.

"Get dressed for what?" Harry asked feeling slightly confused. He heard no response from his father and when he opened the door he was no longer there. He quickly walked downstairs and saw his mother in the kitchen. She was dressed in long grey robes and looked rather tired.

"Oh there you are Harry, I have your work uniform right there." His mother said pointing towards a grey blob on the kitchen chair. "Here's some toast and juice, eat it up you're going to need your strength."

Harry still confuse sat down and ate the breakfast his mother had prepared him; he then quickly went into the bathroom and got ready for this unknown outing. He looked at himself in the mirror and was a bit taken back by his wardrobe. He was sporting a grey wizard's hat, grey overalls with a white t-shirt underneath and grey cloak over it. When he exited the bathroom his father was already at the front door waiting for him in the same outfit. Harry spotted a pair of black boots and quickly put them on.

"Have a nice day boys, I'll see you two later." His mother said giving them both a kiss on the cheek. She then proceeded towards the fireplace and said the words "The Burrow" before disappearing. Why was she going to the Weasley's?

"Today Harry we'll be doing some work at Malfoy Manner, I know Draco and you don't get along but it's important you keep your head low and comments to yourself. We can't put ourselves in danger." His father said giving him a questioning look. Harry quickly nodded and his father took hold of his arm. They disappeared with a loud pop and seconds later found them outside of a fairly large castle like mansion.

Harry instantly recognized it, it looked the same expect a bit more well kept than the last time he had seen it. James tapped his wand at the gate which opened at his command, by the time they reached the front door they were greeted by Dobby. He did nothing but nod before letting them in.

"Ah Potter just on time, we've been expecting you." Lucius Malfoy. "You know what to do Potter, I'll take the boy to do some busy work while you work on our upstairs."

James did nothing but nod at Lucius before heading up the main staircase.

"You boy will be cleaning out the guest master bedroom. I'd have the mudblood do it, but she's a little worn down from yesterday. I do need to invest in a new one soon." Lucius rambled. Harry's blood began to boil, he was certain that it was Hermione he was talking about.

Harry followed Lucius to the other side of the manor. There had to at least be two dozen rooms in the whole place.

"It is very important you clean this room. Tonight my family and I will be attending an awards dinner, and we will be having company back after. If you aren't too dense you would have figured that I am having them stay in this room. If I find out you are using any type of magic I will not hesitate to report you." Lucius instructed Harry. He gave him one last look before slamming the door behind him.

Harry scanned the room which instantly made his stomach drop. It had to be one of the largest rooms Harry had ever seen. Clothes, paper, random objects, and trash were scattered around the room. There was so much dust that Harry could barely see the shelves and the bed couldn't even be seen underneath the pile of newspaper. He didn't even want to look in the bathroom.

It was all starting to tie together, they must be slaves. His mom must be some sort of maid at the Weasley's like Hermione was here. By association and marriage of a muggle born must have been why his dad and he were here.

Hesitatingly he began to clean up the room inch by inch. He had became so focused with his cleaning that he hadn't even noticed the soft knock on the door or that a few hours had passed.

"Excuse me sir, I have your lunch." A familiar voice said. He quickly turned around and smiled at the sight of Hermione. She was holding a small tray which looked like held a drink, sandwich, and chips.

"I'll place it right here sir if that's okay." Hermione pointed towards a small end table that was spotless due to Harry's cleaning. Harry continued to stare at her in awe as she placed down his lunch. She looked tired and very weak; he noticed large dark circles under her eyes and bruises on her arm.

"Wait Hermione don't leave yet!" Harry spoke up as he noticed her leaving.

"Sir how do you know my name? I've never seen you before." Hermione asked kindly. Harry noticed she wasn't making any eye contact with him.

"Why won't you look at me? And call me Harry, not sir." He noticed she looked a bit nervous at his request and a bit taken back.

"Harry." She said shakily. "Muggle borns are not allowed to make eye contact with others, if we do our master will beat us.

"I'm not like that! My mother is a muggle born." His face was growing red with anger, Hermione or anyone should not be treated like this. He wondered if anyone put their hands on his mother.

"That would explain it then." She spoke up sounding like the old Hermione he knew.

"Explain what?" He pushed on.

"You're Harry Potter, and your father is James Potter. Your father use to be a pure blood and now has to be a slave because he married your mother." She said with a small frown on her face.

Harry wasn't sure what to say to her, he had no idea what this Hermione had been through. He wanted to know so much more but knew he couldn't ask her. If he told her the reason why he was here she would surely think he was mad.

"Want half of my sandwich? I'm not too hungry?" Harry eyed her. She looked too thin and fragile, he was sure that the Malfoy's didn't feed her that well. She didn't answer for a few minutes, looking scared by his offer.

"It's okay really have some, I insist. I could use the company." Harry said smiling at her. She finally took and seat and began to eat her half of the sandwich. Harry then proceeded to do the same but couldn't take his eyes off of her. He had missed her so much and couldn't get over how beautifully perfect she was to him.

"So what's your story?" Harry asked curiously. He wasn't exactly sure what he was asking but he didn't want to seem too suspicious.

"Well I grew up as a muggle until they took me away when I turned 11 and brought me to Tillingham Academy along with the other muggle borns. We learned simple magic, but some of the teachers would hold private classes at night when the Death Eaters were off duty. I was able to see my parents twice a year, but summers we were slaves alongside our parents. As you probably know Voldemort had many muggles executed and a mass wide Holocaust had started. My parents were eventually murdered but that was the only thing I heard."Hermione said as a few tears rolled down her cheeks. "I'm sure you have an idea of what it's like. Any day now Master Malfoy is going to send me to a concentration camp where the sick muggle borns go before they die."

"Why would he do that? You're young and you seem to be doing fine!" Harry argued furiously. "After everything you have done for him…"

"Oh Harry it doesn't matter, they're only keeping us around for their pleasure. They try to strip us of our pride, but they won't do that to me." She said proudly.

"Hermione what if I had a way to stop this all from ever happening." He spoke up. He was unsure of what he was going to say or if he should say it.

"Harry that isn't possible, Merlin knows I wish it was." She replied sadly.

"I'm about to tell you something but you can't think I'm mad." He said seriously. She looked at him nervously before nodding timidly.

"I'm from a different time period, an alternate universe where I and with your help defeated Voldemort." He said slowly watching for her expression.

"Why the bloody hell did you come here then?" Hermione said coolly. He was surprised by her response, she didn't seem too phased.

"I tried to fix something horrible from happening; I tried to save you from dying." He went on, this time Hermione's expression completely changed.

"So you messed up this bad and allowed this to happen?" She asked rather perplexed.

"Yes but I can fix, with your help that is." He said.

"I'm not sure Harry, this story just doesn't seem too sane. I want to believe you, but I barely know you." She said apprehensively.

"I know it may not seem plausible but you have to trust me. How would you like to forget this all ever happened, how would you like to be free?"

She sighed and stared at Harry. She seemed torned on what to do and Harry couldn't blame her. If someone came up to him and just fed him all this information he wasn't sure what he would believe.

"Fine, how can I help?" She asked. A small smile grew on Harry's face.

"There's a safe somewhere in this manor, inside the safe holds a vile that I need to drink and it will reverse everything that has happened." Harry instructed her. "If everything goes right this will all cease to exist and I'll be able to save you."

"You're bloody mad, but for some reason I believe you." Hermione said with a small smile on her face. "One question though, were we an item or some sort?"

"No, no we weren't. You were with Ron Weasley, but I loved you." Harry answered honestly.

"Tell me he's not an arrogant git in your universe." Hermione pleaded looking disgusted.

"No, well kind of, but he's not into pure blood status or anything like that." Harry defended Ron to his surprise. "The three of us use to be best friends."

Harry then went on to an explanation of everything that had happened at Hogwarts and all the journeys they went on together. He spoke of a world where muggle borns were allowed to attend Hogwarts and was not slaves. At the end of his story Hermione was in tears. Both Harry and Hermione jumped at the sound of a door slamming open.

"Oh no, Harry this room is still messy. Here quick." Hermione urged him. She handed him her wand "Go ahead use it, if you do it on your wand he'll check."

With a quick wave of her wand the room and bathroom became spotless. Hermione snatched her wand and hid in the bathroom.

"Ah Harry I see you're done here, not too bad a boy with tainted blood. I find it rather impressive that you're done before I even head out with my family for the evening. Your wand, please." Mr. Malfoy instructed him. He took Harry's wand and murmured a few spells to inspect the wand.

"Odd no spells were used, quite impressive. Seeing I have you until 6 p.m. why don't you start waxing the hallways, I expect the lower floors to be done by the time I get back." He instructed Harry. Harry followed him out of the room and they proceeded downstairs, there were a few rags and a bucket waiting for him.

"Come on father we're going to be late." Draco Malfoy whined. He looked pretty much the same as the old Draco, sleek blonde hair and pale skin.

"I sent your father on another job for a friend of mine, I expect you to be done by the time I am back." He said before leaving with his wife and son. Draco smirked at him before closing the door. Harry waited for a few minutes to pass before rushing back upstairs to Hermione. Her head poked out of the bedroom door.

"They're gone; I reckon we should start looking now." Harry said to Hermione. She nodded her head in agreement and the two begin to search rooms all around the mansion.

A few hours had passed and they still had no luck with finding the vault. Hope seemed to be at lost until a familiar House Elf greeted the duo.

"Dobby you're back? Where are the Malfoys?" Harry asked growing nervous.

"Dobby came to help, but Dobby can't help too much." The house elf said nervously. Dobby began to walk downstairs, both Harry and Hermione followed. He led them into the kitchen and pointed towards the rug. He began to whack himself in the face before disappearing.

"Bloody hell." Harry murmured. He quickly picked up the rug and beneath it was a small brown trap door. "Shall we?"

Harry carefully stepped onto the latter and was shortly followed by Hermione, about two minutes later they had reached the bottom. It was dark, both Harry and Hermione stuck out their wands for light. Harry felt Hermione grab onto his hand mumbling something about not like being underground. The tunnel was long and winding and by the time they reached the end 15 minutes had passed. Harry was growing nervous and knew they did not have a lot of time left. Harry saw a wooden door and was surprised when he tried to open it, it was already unlocked.

"There it is Harry." Hermione whispered. The room was completely lit up and there was the black vault sitting on the ground.

"Now to figure out how to open it." He sighed. He had not gotten this far in his plan, but luckily he did have the brightest witch he knew with him.

"Hmm." He heard Hermione ponder. "This safe looks familiar."

"How so?" He asked.

"I feel as though I've cleaned it before, many times actually. I found it interesting because it only had a handle on it, no pad lock or anything. And I found it odd because when I cleaned it he never took his eyes off of it or let me clean the inside." She said studying the box. "But one time I saw him open it, he said a spell...let me think."

Harry watched Hermione stare at the vault, he was growing nervous. It was getting late and the Malfoy's were sure to be home any minutes now.

"Ah hah, let me try…" Hermione got out before a loud yell was heard. Harry could make out the yell of Mr. Malfoy which caused the hairs on his back to stand.

Hermione quickly took out her wand and pointed at the vault yelling "Wir wollen!"

The vault flung open and inside was the vile Harry needed to drink! Hermione backed away and Harry quickly snatched the vile.

"Not so fast Potter." Lucius Malfoy said. He was holding Hermione with his wand pointed at her head. "Now why don't you put that where you found it, surely you don't want to be responsible for this girl's death?"

"Don't Harry! He'll kill us either way!" Hermione cried out. Harry knew she was right, if everything worked out he could fix this whole mess.

"Make one move and I'll kill her!" He roared. He was beginning to look nervous; his face was purple with anger.

"Harry it won't matter, I trust you." Hermione said with encourage in her voice. Harry stared at the woman he loved, he had to do this, it was all for her.

"Shut up you stupid mudblood! Avada Kedavra!" Harry watched the lifeless body of Hermione fall to the ground.

"No!" Harry roared. He had tears in his eyes and knew he had no choice but to drink the vile now.

He poured the liquid into his mouth; the screams of Lucius Malfoy started to become faint. Harry tried to think of a happy moment with Hermione but before he knew what was going on everything went dark.

First I'd like to say thanks for all the reviews and follows. I was very surprised to see such a great response to this story. Also very sorry about the spelling of Sirius, I will fix that! I had a few reviews saying that some parts were rushed and I do agree entirely. I tried to extend this chapter and to me it didn't feel as rushed as others, but I purposely do not spend a lot of time for my own reasons. But I will try to spread it out, I just don't want to get people and even myself confused because he has a bit more of time traveling to do! Anyways thanks again to everyone who is sticking to this story and I will update sometime this week hopefully.