Time lost. ...EPILOGUE UP!

This is POST HP-DH. ( For Now.)





As everyone states, Hermione Granger is the brightest witch of her age. Now, she needed to prove it. She is being entrusted with a dangerous task for the Order. The greatest threat that she has ever been faced with. She is to prevent Harry Potter from ceasing to exist.

The fall of the Death Eaters and Voldemort was a bittersweet victory. The many deaths made it impossible to feel victorious. Sirius, Dumbledore, and Snape among countless others had sacrificed their lives to ensure that humanity survived.

It is now three years from the fall. Harry is an Auror with the Ministry. Harry married Ginny Weasley, who became a stay at home mother, with one child and another on the way. Ron went to work with his brother Charlie in Romania and met a wonderful girl who loved his jokes and shared his passion for Quidditch. Everyone seemed as happy as possible.

Hermione continued her education at a Masters Apprenticeship in Charms after the War. Driven by her ambitious work she rarely has time for a social life. This suits Hermione fine, since she suspected her heart was battered from the grief of the last three years. She was still an active member of the Order, so it was of little surprise that Kingsley contacted her about a meeting. Hermione checked her appearance in the mirror. Her hair fell just before her waist, in magically enhanced waves. Her cognac colored eyes blinked from behind thick lashes, from a perfectly heart-shaped face. Her youthful spots were gone, and she has nearly perfect skin.

Her body remained fit, if not a little top heavy since her days at school. The fitted black dress with a Chinese collar and sleek Ferragamos reflected a stylishness that Ginny worked hard to create for her. Something about married women obligated to help their hopeless friends or some such nonsense.

Hermione absently wondered at what point exactly had she had turned into the creature that reflected back at her. Ah yes, when Ronald left her for a dragon training internship. That was the breaking point. Admittedly, she had done little to encourage him after school. She glossed her pouty lips with a cranberry glaze and glared at her reflection.

“Oh yes, it has done wonders for my sex life,” growled Hermione, furrowing her perfectly arched brows.

Hermione decided to travel by Floo to meet Kingsley. After a few moments she was across from the office door. She made her way into the office and took a seat. Kingsley walked in and took a seat across from her. Hermione studied his face with concern. He did not look well and it made her insides gnaw as she considered what he could possible want from her. She waited patiently for him to speak.

“I will not dissemble with you. I have called you here on serious business. Harry Potter is very ill.” Kingsley frowned.

“Oh my god, poor Ginny,” whispered Hermione, her hand reaching up to cover her mouth.

“We have attempted to assess the cause of the problem. After discarding most of our research, we have assessed the most probable cause. You are familiar with Time Turners and wizard’s who suffer from maladies of disproportionate use? Wizards who can affect the very facet of time and the paradox of time being distorted?” questioned Kingsley, as he slid a file across to her.

Hermione gingerly leafed through the booklet. Kingsley watched her for a moment before continuing.

“Potter is suffering the effects of being rewritten. Things are changing all around us as a result. If this continues we will all begin to change, without knowing it. Firenze is working on this with us, as he says that it could be catastrophic,” murmured Kingsley.

“He believes that a Death Eater who is still loyal, has used a time turner to return to the past to change Potter’s existence. The only time where he could actively affect the outcome is during Lily and James Potter’s courtship. Obviously, Voldemort’s curse cannot be brought about if that child does not exist. To go back later would end in the same result, Harry being saved by Lily. Thus, the curse would still exist. We do not know who has gone back in time, because the people who would remember such a person from that time period are all dead.”

Hermione clutched the file to her chest. “What can I do to help?”

Kingsley lowered his gaze to the desk. “I need you to go back to Hogwarts and enroll as a student with Potter’s parents. We need to sniff out the informant. We need you to help the Marauders to restore history.”

“Obviously this will upset history if I go back and influence that much of their lives.” Hermione pointed out with her gaze narrowed slightly. “Also, if you haven’t noticed… I am a bit old.”

“Yes, we have prepared for that. We have a rejuvenation potion to reduce your age by five years. You will in effect look as you did before. In addition, we had our History department find a student who declined tuition with Hogwarts. You will enroll under their invitation. We had someone go back to adjust their records. Upon arrival, they will have a Hermione Granger enrolled already. I hope that this will offset any problems regarding the teacher’s questions of your sudden appearance.” He paused and looked at her gently.

“I realize this task may take years of your time. However, the entirety of the Wizarding World is at stake here. You are bright and unfortunately single. You are the best candidate for a long-term assignment of this nature. In addition, you have a working knowledge of Time Turners due to your history. This will be especially dangerous since you have a pre-made enemy and must work within the confines of what is historically accurate. However, I believe you are the best witch for the task. Do you accept?” queried Kingsley as he steeples his fingertips together.

Hermione thought of Harry fading away. The idea that Voldemort could rewrite their victory and those deaths that she had mourned would mean nothing, was simply too much for her.

Hermione grimaced and stared across at Kingsley. “I accept,” she responded firmly.