In a world where Voldemort reigns and Hermione survives - There's only one thing she can do: Go back in time. With the help of Narcissa Malfoy and The Black Family time-turner, Hermione Granger falls through time to save the Wizarding World from the awful demise of Lord Voldemort and his followers.

Luna's fingers gripped the arms of the throne-like chair she was perched on as she pushed her dainty feet into the pointed shoes sat upon the carpet. She twisted her ankles a little, appraising the pumps irregular sparkle with a slight smile. Luna couldn't remember the last time she had put on such high heels, shoes, in general, weren't really her thing. [One Shot]

Hermione's head tilted back as she stared up at the imposing grey prism that dominated the bleak skyline. The raging wind lashed against her thin robes, the unending gusts finding their way through the fabric to nip at her skin. She felt nothing.

Percy ignored her sudden stiffness, he didn't care what the state of her injuries were, Hermione was so tough, so brave, he almost couldn't focus on something as every day as skin when he was blinded by her radiance, the beauty that shone from her eyes, from the set of her mouth, in all the little noises she made.

The stranger was tall and broad, almost the largest person she had ever seen, apart from Hagrid. He had long, dark hair that fell in messy, tangled waves past his shoulders. Despite there being nothing notably outlandish about his appearance she felt confident he was magical, and in her experience of meeting people from that world, encounters could go, at best, either way.

When his eyes had lost the white dots from the sudden light, he registered more than Hermione's frantic breathing. An eye mask was pushed back into her unruly curls, her body almost completely hidden by pyjamas far too big for her, a vast amount of white cotton, with little purring cats all over.

Antonin's eyes studied the picture of the girl in the soft blue dress, as she was twirled around by a boy in Durmstrang robes. Krum eyed the girl, Hermione, his mouth set in a grim line. Her face could not have been more different, her eyes twinkled when he bowed, and she erupted into fits of giggles every time she was lifted, lighting up the whole picture with her smile.

Some things are not as they seem. There are many things people take for granted about the magical world. What if werewolves were not quite what everyone thought? Hermione is going to find out the truth, whether she wanted to or not.

All Harry ever wanted was a normal life but as struggles with the fall out from the war, losing old friends and making new ones, he realises that normality is just a myth. Warning: Slash. Rated M for later chapters.

COMPLETE: "I should," I repeated. "But I don't want to." And then he smiled, and I was wrecked. HG/DM.

One good turn always deserves another. Apparently. Epilogue compliant/AU. HPDM slash but some canon het along the way. Please trust me - I promise the epilogue will not bite you.

Two years after the war, a young stranger pays a visit to the burrow. His arrival alone is baffling, but the news he brings of an upcoming war turns the world upside down. Hermione's quiet, post-war life will never be the same.

In twenty-four hours, the Ministry will take your life. Until then, I’m all yours. HPDM slash, first person narrative. Character death. Quick, rough, raw, sad. My apologies.

Through a series of emails from an online dating site, Harry thinks he's found his perfect match. Will the bond they've forged survive after their identities are revealed? H/D. Warnings for slash, language and explicit sexual content.