I DONT OWN ANY OF THE Characters THEY ARE PROPERTY OF JK ROWLING. It be sweet if i did though. This story was just written for fun so please dont get all offended and sue or something.

Prologue

Hermione granger on all counts was a modest girl. She had never really sought anything but acknowledgement of her vast intelligence or as her friend Ron like to put it "Know-it-alledness". Most of her fame, if she had any, was simply from being best friends with Harry Potter, The-boy-who-lived. Most people could attest that among her various qualities, the ones she was most famous for were her loyalty, stubbornness, determination, and quick thinking. When Dumbledore was murdered at the end of her sixth year at Hogwarts and her best friend Harry had come to the conclusion he was not coming back the following year but going to continue to find the horcuxes, she had joined him without a second thought.

Now here she stood, in the middle of the battle field her beloved Hogwarts had become, battling Death Eaters and desperately trying to find her friends. In a moment of distraction she was caught off guard and Bellatrix Lestrange tried to take advantage and aimed a killing curse at her that would have been her undoing if it hadn't been for someone jumping between them.

"RON!" She cried in despair finally recognizing her savior after Bellatrix had retreated to fight with someone else.

Death made him look so peaceful; it had wiped away all the traces of anguish from the recent deaths in his family at this very battle, she felt if she could just touch him he'd wake up. In desperation she shook him hard the tears pouring down her face so hard she could barely see him anymore. Don't leave me. Please Ron No. Don't. Don't leave you can't be dead was the mantra she repeated in her head until she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder.

Harry removed his invisibility cloak with a look in his eyes that was heartbreakingly gentle. He pulled her close to his chest and she could feel his tears on her shoulder. She could not lose both of them tonight. She would not lose both of them.

"Harry," she whispered hoarsely, "where were you going in your invisibility cloak?"

He wouldn't answer her and that's when she knew. Lord Voldemort had just made the announcement that if they would hand over Harry he would spare everyone else. He had also made sure to point out how many had already died and been injured on his behalf. Now here he was looking at his best friends, one who had died for him and the other who was undergoing heart shattering pain at the loss. He was giving himself up.

"Harry no! You can't! What about all we've worked for!" she screeched at him letting go of Ron's body to hit any of Harry's flesh she could reach.

"I have to Hermione. I finally understand." He replied solemnly. "Part of his soul is IN me." At this he looked disgusted with himself.

Then he left her and walked to greet death like an old friend while her heart shattered completely and she was amazed she was still alive from the pain. It seemed minutes later that Voldemort's high cold voice was heard over the grounds again announcing Harry's death. She was near the front line when his body was brought out by a bawling Hagrid and a legion of death eaters following the Dark Lord himself.

It hurt her to think those vibrant green eyes would never flash with mischief and wit. After Neville beheaded Nagini she had a plan and it would be put to action. She would get revenge on the one who was causing her this pain. She was going to go back in time and hurt Tom Riddle like she had been hurt tonight. She would wipe him from the face of the earth.

Chapter 1: Putting the Past in Front of Us.

Hermione took advantage of the commotion caused by Neville's bold action and bolted to the headmaster's office. The stone Gargoyles shattered and no longer providing any protection but she felt it was at least polite to acknowledge them in her determined trek to her destiny.

"Can I go up?"

"By all means and don't mind me ill just be here crumbling." It replied sarcastically.

In seconds she was flinging open the door to the now empty office and her heart rose to her throat at the sudden swell of memories. She knew what she had to do and steeled herself for all sorts of reactions from the former head of the school. She turned her attention to the portrait directly behind the headmaster's chair to the occupant with twinkling blue eyes and half-moon spectacles.

"Dumbledore I have to stop this! I have to stop all this pain and death and destruction. I have to save Ron and Harry and I think you know how to help me do it!" She vomited before she had even considered what to say.

The ex-headmaster observed her over the top of his spectacles looking mildly amused and proud of her like she was a child who had just solved a hard puzzle. Then he smiled at her like an even prouder parent.

"Why indeed my dear I do." He replied with a chuckle. "And I'm sure you've already guessed what you must do."

"I've got an assumption. I need to go back and stop Voldemort when he was still riddle!"

"Ah you have solved much. Yes that is indeed what you must do. You need to get close to Riddle and if need be take him out as it were. I've had this as an emergency plan for awhile. Open the drawer there in the desk, the password is phoenix."

Hermione did as she was asked and opened a drawer full of paper work and back story for her. It contained papers stating she was pureblood, her new name: Aurora Craith, her necessary paper work for enrolling in school for her…5th year! She let out a groan at this but continued to flip through the papers.

"Now the Craiths are a notorious pureblood family with several generations in slytherin, but unbeknownst to the main populous they were my followers. We kept it a secret specifically for this plan. They will help you provide you with gold and anything else you need. This will get you accepted with Riddle and his followers almost immediately but we must change your appearance to match the family so that there will be no suspicion." Dumbledore instructed constantly but at this he looked sorry. "I'm afraid the changes will be permanent. We will also have to make you slightly younger but only slightly."

"I'll do it." Hermione replied with no hesitation. "Ill do it for them."

"Now Miss. Granger you realize that you may not be able to get back and you may not meet your friends in the future?" Dumbledore asked gravely.

"I do and it's worth it."

"In that case drink the potion in the box you shall find in the drawer as well."

Hermione allowed herself one calming breath and looked at her reflection in the night darkened windows; it was familiar and soon to be lost with Harry and Ron. Her mane of bushy hair she wouldn't mind loosing but everything else she'd miss. For them she thought and downed the potion in one gulp. Then she fell into a world of pain. Her skin burned like she had fallen into molten lava and she clawed at it viciously. Her vision went black and her eyes itched and ached while the roots of her hair were on fire. Her bones felt like they were exploding inside of her.

Then as sudden as it had came the pain left leaving her gasping for breath on the floor of the office. Slowly and cautiously she stood to study her reflection and gasped in amazement. She was around the same height but for a fifth year it would make her at least medium height with long toned legs and small feet. Her skin which had previously always clung to a tan no matter what was now pale. Her bushy light brown hair was now dark brown almost black, smooth and fell in gentle waves down to her small waist. Her eyes were big and a lovely deep blue and she had rosy cheeks and her nose was now small and delicate. Her mouth which had once been kind of wide was now small with gorgeous pouty red lips. Even the bone structure of her face had changed making it fine and regal looking. That wasn't the only structure that had changed now her frame was tiny yet she had what she thought to be at least a d cup chest now and her tiny waist flared into rounded hips and her bum was now quite perfectly round.

Hermione's mouth opened and closed in pure amazement. For a second she didn't think she could get over it but then reminded herself of her reasons. She calmly turned around from her reflection in the window and cocked her regal eyebrow at Dumbledore who chuckled amused.

"Well now that that's done," he continued, "there is a letter to myself in that drawer too so make sure you take it with you."

"Thank you so much professor! I couldn't do this without you." Hermione replied with tears threatening to break through.

"You are quite welcome my dear. Now there is a trap door under the head master's desk in which is a special mirror which shall take you back in time to about two weeks before the start of riddles 5th year. It will take you to the Craith's manor and I dare say they shall be expecting you."

The man in the portrait smiled at Hermione his eyes wishing her untold luck but as she was about to leave his Phoenix Fawkes landed on her arm and she felt a burning pain on her hipbone and gasped aloud. She quickly yanked up her top and then started crying with gratitude. On her hip was a tattoo of a beautiful Phoenix in flight a blessing and protection from the magical bird.

Hermione took a few calming breaths and flung open the trap door to see a beautiful body length mirror with gold casing. She slid in and as she was about to close the flap she addressed the ex-headmaster again.

"Well professor looks like its time to put the past in front of us."

Dumbledore's eyes sparkled and with that she pressed her body against the mirror and was flying backwards through darkness.

Hermione woke up on an impossibly soft bed in a very, very large stately room. She stretched lazily for a second before jumping out of bed to find out what was going on. Her wand was on the bedside table and she snatched it up immediately preparing herself mentally for attack.

She knew she had to be at Craith Manor and she also realized she must have fainted during her journey through the mirror. She spared herself a grimace before running her hand through her now silky hair expecting bushiness. She wanted to leap for happiness since she had finally gotten rid of that mane but figured there were more important matters to attend to.

With a loud crack a female house elf wearing a sheet in a toga fashion appeared at her elbow.

"Pardon me Mistress Aurora," she stammered, "but peony was sent to get you mistress. Your father wants to see you in his study."

"Urm...ah yes right. Lead the way Peony." Hermione replied just barely managing to remember the details of her back story.

She was now Aurora Craith the only daughter of the noble and ancient Craith line. Daughter to Malinda and Victor Craith and sister to a brother at least 13 years her senior Vasher. Oh gods please let this work. She pleaded silently as Peony walked her through the handsome rooms of the manor to a great oak door.

"Pardon me Mistress Aurora but I'm not allowed to take you further. Ill draw you a bath as you talk with your father." Squeaked the elf before running off.

With her heart thumping in her throat Hermione found the courage to push open the door and meet her new father. The study was huge handsome room similar to the headmaster office at Hogwarts. It had the décor typical for 1943 and everything looked outrageously expensive. Nothing but the best for the Craith's. She thought and finally turned her sights on the man facing the large stone fire place in the middle of the room.

Victor Craith was tall and she obviously didn't get the pale skin from him as he had a nice tan but when she turned around she saw she got his eyes and also the similar shape of the chin and the regal eyebrows. Dumbledore's potion sure did its job. She defiantly could pass as his daughter.

He observed her with an eyebrow cocked but soon smiled warmly at her. He closed the distance between them and looked her in the eyes and again smiled.

"Welcome my daughter," he greeted. He had a deep comforting voice that drew one in. "I see Dumbledore went all out. You truly are a child of the house of Craith. We sent your papers along to Hogwarts, you will be sorted privately of course, so you will need to show up a day early but that won't be a problem. Now Aurora Tell me about yourself my daughter."

Around two hours later Hermione left the study to bathe and get ready for dinner astounded by how close she already was to the Craiths. Though they knew she wasn't they really wanted her for a daughter so they looked on her like normal parents would. She spent the two weeks before she had to dive into her mission thoroughly enjoying herself. Then a few days before she had to leave Malinda took her shopping at diagon alley and bought all the things she'd need for school, new clothes and other essentials like that.

When it was finally time to take her portkey to the Headmaster's office Hermione was in legitimate tears. The woman hugged at each other sobbing while Victor patted and hugged them both being the grown up man in this situation. Finally kissing them both on the cheek Hermione went forward to her new life at Hogwarts. To begin everything again and stop the terror Tom riddle would become.