Disclaimer: All these ideas belong to J.K Rowling

This is just a fanfic I came up with and have now spent an inconsistent FOUR years procrastinating over.

Summary: Hermione gets shot back in time with Ginny and Luna only to find out that the future is completely and absolutely erased. I know this sounds like the typical thrown-back-in-time but let me tell you something! It completely and utterly is exactly that. You know, except for a few things here and there (like some terrible humor and cheesy romance)

Deafening silence. Hermione tried to savor it as best she could for she had no idea how long before she would hear it again. Harry had disappeared a while back and Ron was nowhere to be found. She smiled and touched her fingers absentmindedly to her lips, remembering how he had finally kissed her, even if it was in the chamber of secrets. After years of friendship, heartbreak, fighting, and uncountable moments of laughter and warmth, he had finally done it. Walking further out across the grounds she looked up. The night was clear, with more stars than she could count. She wondered where her parents were right now, in this moment. Her heart ached with the knowledge that she would never see them again. A movement at the edge of the Forbidden forest caught her eye. They were coming. She heard the shouts. The screams. She ran quickly into the shadows before they could see her but it was too late.

A green flash. A rush of air. Run. Just run. Get away. Survive. She stumbled. Then she saw them, sprawled on the ground, Tonks with her bright pink hair and Remus with his numerous scars. They were holding hands, their still eyes frozen in determination. She let out a sob. Breathe. She snapped herself back to reality as the air was filled with spells, whizzing around like fireworks.

Hermione quickly ran towards through the colossal doors. She stopped as she passed Fred and Percy battling a deatheater. She quickly stunned him, and Fred grinned at her, as Percy began battling yet another deatheater. "Nice one Mione'! Just like the old times in Dumbledore's Army! Percy's here, he actually cracked a jok—" The wall behind Fred groaned. "FRED! RUN!" She screamed, stumbling back, her voice cracking mid-sentence. She could taste the blood in the back of her mouth. Fred looked up at her. It seemed that time slowed to a painful rhythm of life and death. "Fred" It was a whisper that came from her mind rather than her lips. Panic had only begun to spread towards the grin on his face as he started to run. Then wall came crashing down and he was gone beneath it. "No," she thought desperately. A curse streaked past her head and Hermione whipped around to face the deatheater that had caused Fred's death. No. No. He wasn't dead. He's couldn't be dead.

"Avada Ked-" The deatheater snarled. "Stupify!" The wizard collapsed. Hermione ran forward, throwing spells left and right. She saw a shimmer in the air moving in the opposite direction. She kept running. She ran through the archway and up the staircase. Then she saw them. Ginny and Luna were battling three deatheaters. The girls looked at each other. They nodded. At the same time that Hermione cast "Stupify!" , Ginny cast her ever so famous Bat Boggy hex, and Luna cast a nonverbal spell that caused the deatheater in front of her to turn into a frozen statue that shattered and simmered until there was nothing left except for his wand. The spells, woven together, caused a cold, terrifying explosion.

The trio gripped each other in relief. "Ron said the wall fell over. Did you see? You were with Fred and Percy, right? Where are they?" asked Ginny, breathing heavily and looking around. Hermione felt her blood run cold. The terror returned to her. "Well?" Ginny looked behind Hermione, as if she was expecting them to run in and hug her the way they always had. "Hermione?" Luna asked gently as her friend sank to the floor. Hermione could feel her whole being get ripped apart as the crushing reality sank in. "ReReRemus and anand Tonkss. Dedead. And. Fre. Fr. Fred…He's—He's—" The color drained from Ginny. "No. No. No! It can't be! It can't. It—" she ran through the archway, a killing curse almost missing her. Hermione tried to call after her, her voice cracking again. Luna pulled her up. "Hermione get up. Ginny'll get killed if we don't watch out. Come on," Hermione didn't— couldn't— think. She tried to push all the sadness to the back of her mind. She then stumbled down the staircase and through the archway, Luna supporting her with one arm.

They found Ginny among the ruins of the fallen wall, dust and despair covering her. "No. No. Fred, no! Don't leave me! No! Please no! It can it be! It can't! You can't—" she whispered as she shook Fred, as if trying to wake him from his everlasting, deep, dark sleep. She continued to beg with death, sobbing for Fred to come back.

More shouts were now coming from the forest. And screams. Red, green, white curses flying everywhere. "Ginny, we need to get out of here." Luna started to pull Ginny away from Fred's body. "NO!" Ginny gripped Fred even harder. "Help me!" Luna screamed to Hermione over the shouts of curses being fired. Hermione bent down and, along with Luna's help, brought Ginny to her feet. "No!" Ginny sobbed, doubling over again. They were just about to get Ginny to her feet when Hermione saw it. A howling spark of gold and white heading straight towards them. "Get down!" They slammed onto the broken stones.

Hermione felt something humming under her shirt. She looked up. Time had stopped. The gold spark hovered in front of them, frozen. It looked like the world was a picture and small pieces were slowly falling away. She too was starting to fall away. A jerk behind her navel. A whooshing in her ears. Searing pain. Yellow. Black. Blue. Orange. Red. Blinding gold.

Silence. White.

They were soaring under blinding white and stormy blue-grey. Over greens and blacks. Hermione felt time and space ripping and tearing at her, like a pack of wolves, eating away at her. It took all her energy to hold on to Ginny and Luna. Bit by bit they started to slip away. Hermione dug her nails into their hands, her instincts telling her that if she were to let go now, she would lose them forever. Then the pain started. Inch by inch, like a thousand knives it moved up her body, reshaping the contents of her mind. Day by Day, her life was being crossed out and rewritten.

"There is no future, a new prophecy will be made. It will be your actions that decide both the past and the future." Just let me die. Just let it end! The thought had come involuntarily from deep within her. If this was a curse, then surely the deatheaters would kill her soon. Make it stop. The eerie voice was fading in and out like a bad radio signal. "There is no…prophecy … your actions…decide…"

The wind stopped. "Future…will….your actions…decide…past…future" The pain was blinding. Then it was gone and they were falling at a rate beyond comprehension. Hermione saw land speeding towards them. A familiar grayish shape and several blotches of blue. Trees. Green. Then pain, some shouts, and a whole lot of darkness.

"future…past…future"

- GoldenClockwork