Time and Love.

I Do Not Own Any Of These Characters.

A/N: Includes slight HBP spoilers. You’ve been warned.

I’m not quite sure if this has been used before, I haven’t been aware of any stories similar to this, and since I hadn’t seen one in this scenario, I thought I’d type the fan fiction along this story-line. I’m not wanting to follow any clichés and what-not, so if you think this story is over-used or it’s just stupid, please tell me and I‘ll get rid of it. Thank you!

Just for a small idea of what this is going to be about, Hermione goes through some troubling events during the summer after her sixth year, and she finds herself wanting to go back in time to change things. When she goes back in time about 20 years, more than she had expected, she finds herself surrounded by James, Remus, Peter, and Sirius when they were in their last year of Hogwarts. Then she runs into someone she thought she wouldn\'t ever see there, Professor Snape; but he\'s not a professor anymore. He\'s a teenager like her, and she starts to feel herself being drawn to him, despite her feelings.

This story is a bit choppy and cut up into sections. If anyone knows what I can do to edit this story so that it looks and sounds better, I would greatly appreciate the advice.

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Hermione sat on her bed in the hospital, knees pulled up to her chest and arms wrapped around her legs. Her eyes were closed and her face was tear streaked. Fait can be cruel. She thought to herself bitterly. She hits people unmercifully over and over again…

After her and her friends sixth year at Hogwarts, she had left Platform 9 and ¾ rather hurriedly, wanting to get away from all the pain that had formed around the school and her friends. Her friends told her goodbye and said they’d sent her loads of owls and Hermione smiled, hugged them, then went to join her parents who were waiting for her. Her mother hugged her tightly and her father smiled at her, patting her on the back.

“Ready to go home, sweetheart?” He asked Hermione, making her smile and felt safe once again with her parents.

They walked to the family’s car and piled in as usual, Hermione sitting in the back seat behind her mother. She stared out of the window as they pulled out of the station, catching a glimpse of Harry and the Dursley’s. She rolled her window down and shouted to Harry and waved out of the window. From the distance she could see Harry smile and wave back, then he was out of view.

The ride home seemed like one of those normal car rides as they drove down a highway. Hermione and her parents spoke normally, they asked her how school was and she tried to respond normally, though she heard a light waver in her voice. Her parents had decided to not press matters, and they told her that the next coming weekend, they would go shopping.

Just as Hermione was about to retort, a red truck sped past them, jerked to the side and slammed into one of the concrete pillars of an overpass in front of them. Hermione’s father had tried to put on the brakes, but the truck had been only a few yards in front of them and they slammed full speed into it.

Hermione remembered her fathers shout, her mothers scream, and the loud crash that followed. After what seemed like an eternity, she opened her eyes and gasped as everything seemed to spin around her. Bile began rising up in the back of her throat and she swallowed sharply trying to make the feeling go away. Then she looked up and screamed.

Her father was leaning forward, his head against the steering wheel. Blood poured from a gaping wound on the side of his head. His eyes were wide open though unstaring. A piece of metal had been lodged through his left shoulder and stuck through the back seat, causing Hermione to begin to cry uncontrollably.

Her screaming mingled with her tears kept her in her own solitude. She didn’t know how long she had sat there, head in her hands, screaming for her father over and over again. Then, suddenly, a loud noise sounded beside her and she looked up to see a blurry image of a man.

“Jared, we’ve got a girl here!” His voice shouted to someone far away, though his voice sounded distant to Hermione. “Come here, no need to be scared. We’ll get you out of here.”

Hermione watched as the man leaned over and unbuckled her seat belt. She began crying again as she was pulled out of the car and she saw what damage had been made. The whole front end of the car was smashed inwards, the hood bent upwards. The truck in front of them was damaged beyond recognizing.

The fireman asked her if she was able to walk and she nodded, then stopped. “What about my mother and father?!” She whipped around towards the car, then ran back to the pile of metal.

The fireman tried to grab for her but she wrenched out of his grasp. “Mother!” She shrieked, pulling the passenger side door open.

The woman that sat in the seat looked rather beat up from the collision but groaned quietly and moved her head slightly. Hermione hurriedly undid the seatbelt and shook her mom lightly.

“Mother…” Hermione pleaded and the woman opened her eyes.

The fireman had came up at that moment and after that everything became a blur and quickly blackened. Hermione felt herself hit the hard concrete of the road as she fell into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.

After she had fallen unconscious, she woke up to find herself in a white room with a nurse checking on an IV that was hooked to her arm.

Hermione had been confused when she first woke up but not soon after, all the memories of what had previously happened flooded to her mind and she began crying, catching the attention of the nurse. After hours and hours of doctors and nurses checking on her, she was finally told where her mother and father was.

It turned out that her mother was in critical condition from the wreck and was being taken care of at the moment. The doctor said that her mother might suffer a slight memory loss, but that was the worst of the damage on her. Her father on the other hand, wasn’t going to be all right and the doctor had trouble telling Hermione what had happened.

When the collision happened, he had died instantly. When the doctor told her of what happened, she broke down in tears again. The nurses tried to sooth her but she just cried and didn’t speak to them. She would never be able to grasp the fact that her father had died, ever.

But it had been a few days since that had happened and now Hermione sat in her hospital room, staring out of the window. She didn’t know what to do anymore. Her mind was almost blank, visions of the wreck playing over and over again in her mind.

Then out of nowhere, her mind wondered to her friends, Harry and Ron. They didn’t know about the wreck, and they were most likely at their homes thinking happy thoughts. Hermione wanted to send them owls, but of course, being in a hospital, they didn’t have any owls. Then she remembered; Harry had given her the Dursley’s phone number years ago, and she had memorized it. She needed to speak to someone, and hearing Harry’s voice would help her and she knew she could talk to him.

Moving off of her bed slowly, making sure that she didn’t mess up the IV, she walked towards the white phone at the other end of the room. Sitting down on the windowsill, she dialed the number.

There was silence at first, then there was ringing. The phone range three times, then a woman answered it. “Hello?”

“Uhm… Hello. Is Harry there?” She asked, unsure of what to say.

There was silence for a moment, then the woman replied. “Hold on.”

Hermione let out the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding, and a minute passed before the phone was picked up again, and the voice of her long time friend could be heard.

“Hello?”

“Harry!” Hermione shouted despite herself.

“Hermione?!” Harry said her name as he recognized her voice. “It‘s great to hear from you! How have you been?”

At that, Hermione was silent. She felt tears stinging at her eyes and she let them fall freely down her face. Then, in nothing more of a whisper, she said, “Harry.. My family and I were in a car accident. I’m in the hospital right now.”

“What?!” Her friend shouted from his end. “What do you mean?! Are you all right?!”

“I’m… I’m fine, Harry. Just a few bruises and cuts that’s all…”

“Good… Hermione, I don’t… I don’t know what would have happened if something horrible had happened to you…” His voice sounded as if he was on the verge of tears.

At this, Hermione let out a large sob. Harry sounded so sincere and she wished that he was here so she could hug him. All she wanted was to be around some familiar faces. She felt so alone and scared.

“Hermione?” Harry’s voice cut through to her, and she sniffled a bit.

“Yes?”

“What about your parents…?”

Hermione broke completely down then. It took about five minutes of Harry’s constant soothing words before she could say anything. When she was sure that her voice wouldn’t give out, she told him about what happened and how her mother was in critical condition and how her father was simply… dead.

When she told him this, there was silence. Then, when he spoke, it sounded as if he too were crying. “Oh, Hermione.. I’m so sorry… Hermione, I know this is hard on you, please… just hang on for me and Ron. I’m going to send Ron an owl and explain everything to him if you don’t mind, and I’ll see if I can come visit you.. How does that sound?”

Hermione was on the verge of tears again. “That’d be great, Harry.”

Then there was an awkward silence and then a nurse came in. “Harry, I have to go. There’s a nurse here.”

“Alright, Hermione… please take care of yourself, for me and Ron.” He practically repeated himself.

“I will. Try to visit soon, if you can. Bye, Harry.”

“Goodbye Hermione…”

After that, she felt a bit of hope in her at seeing her friends. Even if it wasn’t completely decided yet, they might come and visit her, and just knowing that they would try helped her. Sitting at on her bed in the white room and just wishing that everything was a dream felt like the longest moment in Hermione’s life.

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Harry had just hung up the phone. The conversation had been short, but it had held a lot of emotion. He blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill, and he turned around to face his uncle.

“Who the bloody hell was that?” He snarled.

“A… a friend..” Harry was in no mood to tell his uncle about what had happened.

“Why are your friends calling here?” He snapped, walking closer to Harry.

“She.. She as in an accident and wanted me to know.” Harry said quietly, now gazing into the mans eyes in front of him.

“An accident?” He asked.

“Yes, now if you’ll excuse me, I have something I need to do.” Harry replied, and with that he turned around and ran up the stairs to his room.

After closing his door, he looked around. He needed to tell Ron as soon as possible about Hermione. He peered around, looking for a quill and an unused piece of parchment, then when he found some, he sat down at his desk and began to write.

Ron,
I just spoke to Hermione on the phone and she told me she was in the hospital, a muggle one of course. Her family had a car wreck on the way from Kings Cross Station. Her father died on impact when the crash happened and her mother is in critical condition. Hermione need’s us, Ron. Is there any possible way that your family can take us (me and you) to the hospital? Please reply as soon as you get this.

-Harry

He finished the short letter, rolled it up and walked to Hedwig’s cage. “I need you to take this to Ron.” He told her, tying the parchment to her outstretched leg. She hooted dolefully, then took off, flying out of the open window in search of Ron.


A/N: Just as a note, they just know what hospital she’s at. I didn’t know what to name the hospital so I left that bit of information out.

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Two days later, Hermione was sitting once again, on her bed with her arms wrapped around her legs and her forehead resting against her knees. She was tired and hungry, though she couldn’t sleep and she couldn’t eat. The nurses had fussed over her, telling her that she needed to eat and sleep so she would have energy, but Hermione couldn’t find the will to do either of those.

The girl closed her eyes slowly and sighed but at that moment, the door to her room opened. Thinking it was another nurse, she just stayed like that. They were used to her being huddled up on the bed by now and wouldn’t say anything about it; but then she heard footsteps approaching her, and it sounded like more than one person. Opening her eyes, Hermione lifted her head up and squealed loudly when she saw the people around her.

Harry, Ron, and Ginny stood closest to her, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Remus stood behind them. They all looked awkward there, as if not sure what to say. Her three friends stared at her, a mixture of sadness and hesitation

Hermione jumped off of her bed, being able to move freely now because she had been taken off of the IV for the time being, and she jumped to Harry, hugging him tightly, then did the same to Ron and Ginny.

“Oh, I really appreciate you guys coming.” She said to them, her eyes full of tears that she though had stopped flowing. “I wasn’t sure if you would be able to come.”

“Of course we came, Hermione.” Mrs. Weasley said, startled, then walked up to Hermione and hugged her tightly in one of her motherly hugs.

“You don’t know how much this means to me…” Hermione whispered, though unsure if anyone had heard her…

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The day after everyone had visited her, she was picked up by one of her many aunts. They were willing to take Hermione in until her mother was out of the hospital.

Now, Hermione stood in the house of people she hardly knew, carrying what was left of her school luggage. A lot of her stuff had been damaged in the wreck and Crookshanks had run away from the rubble of the automobiles.

She was shown to her room that she would be using during her stay, and she was also introduced to the rest of her relatives that lived there. There was her Aunt Karen, of course, and her husband, Daniel, and his son, Carter. Her aunts first husband had left her, and she had met someone else who was a single father and they married after about a year.

They seem like a good family. Hermione thought to herself that night when she sat up in her room, unpacking what she had with her. But she was entirely wrong about that.

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It was in the middle of the night and Hermione sat, huddled up in a corner of the room she now owned. She was aching all over and she has various cuts and bruises on her. Her crying had stopped by then, and she just sat there, her emotionless eyes staring out of the window.

She had been at this house for most of the summer now, and her last year of school started the next day. Hermione was anxious to get away from her relatives. After her mother had died from her injuries, they had treated her poorly, and her uncle had constantly beaten her.

That night, she had gotten into a rather nasty row with her drunk uncle. He had slammed her into the wall and beat her because she hadn’t taken the trash out yet. She had tried to run from him but he had grabbed her by the arm and flung her onto the floor. The girl screamed and struggled, trying to get out of his grasp.

No one had hear her though. Everyone was gone, except for her and her uncle. She’d kicked at him but had only rewarded with a slap on the face. He threatened her and beat her again until she stopped struggling.

Before she knew what was going on though, he had moved himself on top of her and undid the buttons on her pants and pulled them down from her thin waist. Once again, she struggled, fear now flowing through her body. She knew what he was going to do, she knew what he had had planned.

Even though she struggled to get away, that didn’t help her. He was stronger than her, and he would eventually get what he desired. By the time Hermione was crying and sobbing, he had taken her clothes off and he now had his pants down.

“No, please, no!” She shrieked, closing her eyes tightly.

The man just laughed unmercifully and then slammed himself into her virginal opening. She screamed and screamed over and over again in pain as the man on top of her slammed himself into her at a rhythm of his own.

Hermione closed her eyes, feeling like she was going to be sick. Her voice had given out on her by now and she sat there, feeling pain shoot up through her body as the man grunted. Oh God, let this be over soon. She begged in her mind.

No sooner has she thought that, her uncle let out a louder groan than the previous ones and he pulled out of her. She felt him spill his seed onto her stomach and she almost threw up again. After a moment, she opened her eyes and realized that he had left.

She sat up, wincing at the pain between her legs, then picked up her clothes and stumbled into the bathroom. Locking the door behind her, she quickly turned on the shower. She felt dirty and the smell of her uncle still lingered on her skin. The girl kneeled down next to the toilet and then became sick.

After about five minutes, Hermione stood up shakily and pulled back the shower curtain. The steam from the hot water filled the room and she sighed, stepping under the shower head.

Her skin burned at the touch of the scolding water, but she didn’t care. She wanted the smell and the lingering feeling of her uncle off of her. Hermione lent over against the cool tile of the wall and looked down, seeing blood mixed in with the water that went down the drain. Grimacing, she picked up a bar of soap and began to scrub vigorously at her skin, tears still leaking from her eyes.

“I hate him. I hate him.” Hermione repeated herself more times than anyone could count.

When she was satisfied of her cleansing, she then stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body. She moved to the door and opened it slightly to look out into the hall. No one was there, so she ran to her bedroom as quietly as possible and shut the door.

“How can he do this to me?!” Hermione whispered furiously while she dressed into clean clothes. “That heartless bastard!”

That’s when she sat down in the corner of her room. It was now morning and the sun was peaking up over the houses in the neighborhood. Hermione looked at her clock and it read 5:02 a.m.

She stood up slowly, rubbing her face with her hands. Today was the day she would see her friends again. It was one of the main things that she looked forward to now, besides leaving this hell hole.

She began to gather her stuff together, piling this and that into her trunk. She then picked up a picture frame that lay on her bedside table.

The picture was of her, Harry, and Ron, together in Hogsmead two years prior. Ginny had taken the picture when Harry had jumped onto Hermione’s back while Ron laughed at the surprised look on her face. The memory of that day was stuck in Hermione’s mind and no matter how depressed she was, it always put a smile on her face. She decided to take the picture out of the frame and she stuck it in her pocket. No matter what happened that day, she’d have her friends with her.

Soon, she was done packing and it was almost 7:30. She drug her luggage downstairs, feeling quite odd at the fact that she didn’t have Crookshanks anymore. She missed him dearly, but she figured he was better off somewhere else.

When she entered the kitchen, she was greeted by her aunt. “Good morning, Hermione.”

“Morning, Aunt Karen.”

Her aunt smiled at her and continued to cook the sausage and bacon. Hermione then asked dully, “When are you going to take me to Kings Cross?”

“Whenever we’re done eating, dear.”

“Okay.” Hermione said, looking down at the table in front of her. She didn’t want to see her uncle that morning. She never wanted to see him again. The thoughts of what he’d done still slipped through her memory.

First, she’d lost her parents, then she got stuck in a home with an abusive uncle. She didn’t know that she’d ever be raped though, and she felt almost as worse as she did when she found out about her mother and father after the wreck.

She was never going to mention what had happened to her friends but she would have to act normally around them.

Her aunt placed some breakfast in front of Hermione and said that when she was done eating, she could find her in the den. When Hermione watched her aunt walk out of the room, Hermione walked quietly to the garbage and dumped her food out. This is what she usually did with her food. She hardly ate anymore and she knew she wouldn’t eat for a long time now.

After about fifteen minutes of sitting impatiently at the table, she stood up and walked to the den, ready to leave so that she could get away from her uncle.

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Hermione jumped out of her aunts car quickly. She was still scared of cars after the wreck, and it was no help when they passed the place of her fathers death. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe normally but it took a lot of energy from her already exhausted body.

Thanking her aunt and saying goodbye, Hermione lugged her stuff onto a cart and rolled it towards the barrier that led to the Hogwarts Express. She was free now, and she wanted to cry with joy, but she held back on that.

As she casually went through the barrier, she smiled when she saw the familiar steam engine.

“I’m finally home…” She whispered, then she thought about something. This was almost how Harry felt. She felt slightly ashamed, realizing what Harry had been through every summer. She had always felt bad for him, but now she knew how bad it really was.

Pushing the thought aside, she pushed her cart towards the back of the train, and then slipped her trunk off of it and tried to haul it up onto the train. She struggled with it, but couldn’t quite get it up there. She began to get frustrated and felt tears prickle in her eyes again but suddenly, she screamed when she felt rough hands cover her own small ones.

She jerked away from the person who’d touched her and she fell over, landing on the concrete with a small thump. She looked up to see a very startled and hurt looking Harry.

“Hermione?” He asked tentatively.

“I’m sorry, Harry.” She gasped, breathing heavily. She had almost thought that he’d been her uncle…

“It’s okay.” He looked at her oddly, then walked over to her, offering a hand to help her up.

She took his hand in hers and he pulled her up. “I was just surprised.”

“I understand.” He laughed a bit, then turned to her trunk and then hauled it into the carriage. “I saw you struggling with your trunk so I came over to help you.”

“Thanks.” She smiled at him, hoping that it looked like a real smile.

“No problem. Oh! There’s Ron!” He said, taking her hand gently and pulled her towards a group of red-haired people.

“Harry! Hermione!” Ron called, catching the attention of his family and two other familiar people, Tonks, and Remus.

“Hey Ron.” Harry said happily

“Hello, Ron.” Hermione flashed a fake smile towards him and he grinned back then stepped towards her and hugged her tightly. Hermione winched in spite of herself. She was still very sore from the previous happenings the night before. Obviously, Mrs. Weasley saw this and asked her about it.

“I’m fine, Mrs. Weasley.” Hermione told her.

“Are you sure?” Remus asked quietly from the back of the group. “You didn’t look fine a second ago.”

“I’m sure, Professor.”

“I’m not a Professor anymore.” He grinned at her.

“I know, I’m just used to calling you that.”

After chatting with everyone for about ten minutes, the whistle for the trains departure sounded and they all boarded it, waving to the adults that stood outside.

“You all take care now.” Remus said, waving to them.

“You too.” Harry said, smiling.

“Ron, Ginny, please behave yourselves and send me an owl when you get there.” Mrs. Weasley called to them and they assured her about it.

Hermione though, felt left out. She slumped away from the windows and sat down in a seat as the train began moving. Soon, they were going full speed and everyone joined her in sitting down.

“So, how was everyone’s summer?” Hermione asked, breaking the silence.

Everyone looked at her for a moment with sympathy, then Harry said, “Mine was like a bit better than usual. I actually got along with the Dursley’s.”

“That’s great!” Hermione said in her usual cheery manner.

“Mine was also like usual. Bill and Charlie stayed at the house for a while and Fleur was there too.” Ron said. “You know how it is at the Burrow.”

Hermione nodded. “The rest of my summer was okay. I‘m glad to finally be going back to Hogwarts with my friends.” She smiled as she said this, only partially lying to her friends.

Everyone seemed to have been holding their breath when she began talking, and she supposed they were thinking she’d say something about her family.

The rest of the ride was normal, and she had to patrol the halls a bit since she was Head Girl. She felt comfortable there, though not completely better. She still had the lingering thoughts in her mind, and she felt a great loss in her heart. But when the train would arrive at Hogwarts, she’d feel more at home…

A/N: I know this is a very.. Bad start, but please bear with me. The next chapter will be much, much better. I was sort of in a hurry to finish this chapter because I have things to do, so please, review!