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Hermione bit the end of her quill and flicked her hair back in frustration. She knew for sure that she had read the uses of Shrivelfig, but she just couldn't remember the thirteenth or the fifteenth use of it. She knew that she had a week's time to submit the potions essay but it didn't stop her from being irritated at herself. 'Ten uses of Shrivelfig used in Potions.' Hermione looked at the heading and scratched her head with the end of the quill.

"Hermione… Come soon, something's not right." She heard Ron call out for her; pushing back her essay, welcoming the distraction she saw him running into the common room, immediately attracting everyone's attention. He covered the distance with his long legs and was instantly next to her, tugging at her arm until she stood up. Once he was sure that he had got her attention he turned around and started walking back out of the common room with Hermione running behind to keep up with him.

"What's wrong, Ron?" Hermione asked him running with him, looking at Ron's pale face. She turned back and saw the other students who were with her in the common room following them both in groups.

"What's happened, Ron?" she asked again, but stopped when she saw the commotion in front of her.

"It's Harry," Ron said, unnecessarily pointing at the crowd in front of them. Hermione nodded silently and followed Ron through the crowd, pushing everyone else out of her way with Ron's help.

"Hermione…" Harry called out for her the moment he saw her. Hermione pushed herself through the students and reached Harry's side.

"Harry what hap-" Hermione started, but stopped when Harry showed his half visible and half invisible hand to her; visible till his wrist, but that was where it stopped.

"Harry…" her voice trembled, she tried to hold his right hand hoping, praying it was a prank, but her hand came into contact with nothing but air, his hand was not only invisible, but it wasn't there. The students around them gasped at the scene in horror.

"What's happening to me Hermione?" he asked her, looking at the girl who was still staring at his still invisible hand. Hermione stayed rooted there, but then shook herself out of her stupor. She nodded and took his visible hand. "We have to go meet Dumbledore," she mumbled, pushing everyone and making her way to Dumbledore's office holding Harry's hand in a hard grip.

"Chocolate frogs," Hermione murmured to the gargoyles; she watched as they sprang apart in a daze and went up the stairs with Harry walking behind her. She hazily remembered that they had left Ron behind in the crowd and she felt a slight stab of guilt for leaving him to handle the others but she quickly shook it off. Her head wasn't quite working right. His hand, Harry's hand it wasn't there. How could that be possible? It wasn't invisible – it was as though it had been erased. She was panicking and she knew it, but she also knew that the only way this could happen, the only way something like a body part could be erased was if someone – no that was not possible. "It was just a joke: Dumbledore would fix it. Everything will be just fine," she repeated to herself, tightening her grip on Harry's hand furthermore walking up the stairs. She saw Harry knock on the door and entered the office, following him.

"Professor Dumbledore…" She called out for him, trying to calm herself, feeling Harry's sweaty hand tighten around hers.

"I expected you here, Miss Granger and Mr Potter," Dumbledore said from his chair, looking old and worn, watching both of them over his glasses.

"Dumbledore, I don't know what's happening," Harry said softly as his eyes flicked to his invisible hand again.

"I knew something like this would happen," Dumbledore said softly, looking unusually sombre instead of his usual twinkling self.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked sharply, looking at him.

"Harry, have you been forgetting some things, like memories from your past in the last couple of weeks?" he asked, ignoring her question. Harry just nodded, his eyes wide open, frightened.

"Just as I had expected," Dumbledore said to himself, nodding.

"Professor…?" Hermione asked, feeling a cold chill fall over her 'Oh Merlin! How can this happen?'

"The reason Harry is losing his memories and is disappearing is because Voldemort has sent someone into the past to change the course of history…but you already knew that didn't you Ms Granger?" Dumbledore asked.

Hermione nodded mutely. Dumbledore looked at the both of them and said, "I am afraid this is just the beginning. Slowly he will start forgetting incidents from his past and once he loses his full memory, he will vanish into thin air." He said gravely and Hermione gasped her eyed welling in unshed tears.

"Voldemort!" Harry said with disgust.

"Why didn't you do anything about this?" he demanded.

"I knew he was up to something, but I had no proof," Dumbledore answered.

"So what now, what can we do now?" Hermione asked as Dumbledore fell quiet. Harry went rigid, listening intently.

"I am sure you know what has to be done now, Ms Granger," Dumbledore replied.

"What?" Harry asked looking at Hermione to Dumbledore and then back to her.

"Someone has to go back in time to stop it from happening," she said, "and I will be the one to do it." She immediately looked at Harry, daring him to disagree.

"You know what is going to happen once you go back in time, don't you Ms Granger?" he asked her.

"Of course, Professor," she said flatly.

"What is it? What happens to her?" Harry spoke up.

"There is no way back, Harry. Once I go back in time there's no way I can come back," she said quietly.

"No, you aren't going," Harry immediately disagreed.

"Harry –" she said softly as she looked into his stubborn, wet eyes.

"No," he repeated, adamantly.

"Harry, I love you okay? You are the only family I have left and you're like my brother and I just can't let you disappear into thin air; I can't just sit and see you like this, pretending that you were never there, okay? I have to do something," she swallowed, her heart breaking at the thought of never seeing him again.

"What about me huh, if you are gone then I will be alone… again," he whispered.

"That's not true! You have the Weasleys, the whole school, Ron and Ginny, you're engaged to her, Harry! Think of her of how she will feel you aren't here anymore. You will be fine without me and besides, no one will notice that I am gone," she said forcing a chuckle as she kept her tears in check. Before she could speak again Harry took her into his arms and held her tight.

"Don't tell me that 'Mione, everyone is going to miss you," he said softly. He looked down at her and asked her, "How can you ask me to do this, 'Mione?"

"Harry, please…" she whispered, wrapping her hands around him.

"No, no, no, no, no…" he murmured against her neck. She rubbed his back trying to soothe him.

"Harry, please!" she almost begged him.

"Don't leave me Hermione," Harry choked.

"Okay, okay," she agreed stepping back from his embrace "Okay, I won't leave, we'll just have to find other solution; we'll all hit the library as soon as possible and find something." She smoothed out his hair nodding about to walk out of Dumbledore's office with Harry. Just before she left she glanced at Dumbledore and pushed a thought into his head, "Today midnight, be ready." and followed Harry out.

"You will reach there on the 31st August, in the evening in order to explain the situation to me. You will be attending your seventh year. I am afraid you can't be the head girl there," Dumbledore said as he stood in front of her. She nodded mutely.

"Are you sure, Ms Granger? As you know, there is no way back. You cannot return." Dumbledore said, looking into her eyes.

"I know professor, but I can't lose Harry and now that I have a chance to change it, I will do my best to do everything right so that Harry can grow up happily with his parents." Dumbledore just nodded.

"Professor, who do you think has gone to change the past?" she asked him.

"I am not sure Ms Granger, but if I had to name one person it would be Draco Malfoy."

"Malfoy… but why?" she asked her brow furrowing lightly.

"From what Severus has told me, Voldemort has threatened his family dead, if he is unable to do this. Ms Granger, I know you dislike Mr Malfoy, but you should know that he isn't simply bad, merely misguided. I believe that he was taught all the things from his childhood and hence moulded as he is."

"So you're saying that he may be able to help me to defeat Voldemort. Do you think he can overcome his hatred towards me and the muggleborns and his loyalty towards his parents and Voldemort?" she asked as she shifted in her seat.

"Ms Gran— Hermione, you obviously know that Voldemort has killed his parents and if Mr Malfoy actually knows this I am sure he would help you. Severus has also informed me that he didn't want the dark mark, it was forced upon him against his will."

"Sir are you sure that we can trust Professor Snape?" she blurted out, but looking at Dumbledore's face, she immediately wished to take back her words.

"Yes, and I am pretty sure you will understand the reason for that too, at the right time."

Hermione nodded and accepted that. "Are you ready Hermione?" Dumbledore asked her.

"Yes sir. Sir, do you think I will be able to do it?" she asked softly wishing to be reassured.

"I believe you are the only person who can. You have just finished your Auror training with Harry and Mr Weasley and you are one of the best duellers I have seen in a while." He said with a smile on his face.

"Thank you sir. Sir, before I go, please give this to Harry tomorrow," she said as she handed an envelope to him.

"Of course Ms Granger, now after you reach your destination you will have to give this letter to my younger self in order for him to help you. Good Luck." He bowed his head. Hermione got up and bit her lip. She suddenly walked forwards and hugged the surprised Headmaster before taking a step backwards to down the potion Dumbledore himself had prepared. She closed her eyes, saying goodbye to the world she knew.

Dear Harry,

I think you have already figured out why I am writing this letter to you. I have decided to go back in time. I couldn't just not do anything and there is no other way. I know you hate me – I would hate me too if I was in your position, but Harry, I cannot just let you fade away. This was the only way out. You are the only family I have left now and I can't let you go.

It is not like I won't see you again. I will surely be there when you are born and during those Hogwarts years. Just remember that I am always with you. Always.

Please, do try to forgive me. I love you more than you can ever imagine.

Love,

Hermione.

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