Undone

AN: It has been quite a while since I read the books, and I am in the process of reading them again. In the meantime I am using the Wiki to help me fill in facts I may have forgotten. Please bear this in mind when reviewing, and be kind. I am open to criticism and ideas, but not cruelty.

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Chapter 1: The Road to Hell

Hermione Granger sat in the Hogwarts Head Girl rooms and cried. Things had gone poorly since the war. So many people gone, the Lupin baby: an orphan, the Weasley twins separated forever, Ron... She cried harder. Ron refused to see her, see anyone, and the witches at Mungo's weren't sure if he would ever talk again. She wished she could go back in time and change it, make it better.

Then she remembered she could.

Oh sure, the time-turners had been destroyed but there was one. Hermione had grabbed it that night Sirius died. She suspected Dumbledore had known, but he said nothing. She had found it odd and taken it on impulse. The guild had eaten at her for years. But now she was going to use it to set things right.

Hermione spent the next six months getting things in order. In a vast diary, enchanted to have far more pages than the small book could hold, Hermione wrote all the details from the wars that she could find. She listed the Horcruxes, their locations, and how to destroy them. She wrote every important detail she could find on Voldemort and Tom Riddle. Finally, she gathered a letter with the Ministry Seal ordering her late admittance to Hogwarts based on an examination. She would have to forge the signature, but it wouldn't be hard to find now. Magicing the signature onto the paper was her last task.

She took out the time-turner. This one was quite different than the one she used third-year. This one had numbers. You could set them to when you wanted to go, but the problem was everyone who had tried to go back too far, to fix mistakes too long ago, was never seen again. Besides that, a few well-placed questions to friends in the department of mysteries had turned up a vital piece of information: it was a one use device. Once you left, you couldn't use it again. Calculating how far she could, probably, go safely back, she set it for the day before first day of classes 1976. She couldn't go back far enough to stop Voldemort, but she could help them wage the first war, and with any luck, stop the second.

She spun the time-turner, and her last thought was: Hope my good intentions lead to 1976.

She arrived in the Head Girls rooms. They looked the same, she marveled. Then she shook herself. I don't have time for this.Have to talk to Dumbledore. With an extraordinary bout of luck she ran into the old transfiguration classroom to find Dumbledore there, setting up for classes. He turned with a start and smiled.

“Hello,” he said as Hermione ran up to him.

“Hello, sir,” she panted, “My name is Hermione Granger.”

“Hello Miss Granger,” he replied with a chuckle. “I'm Albus Dumbledore, and you're a day early.”

“Yeah, I know, I did that on purpose. You see sir I'm not from here. I'm from 1999.” She winced as she said it aloud. Time-turners hadn't even been perfected yet. He was gonna think she was crazy.

“I see,” he said, becoming gravely serious. “And why would you come back in time twenty-three years?”

“Because Tom Riddle is going to rage war on wizard kind for the next twenty-two,” she replied, “and we're going to stop him.”

“You seem like an exceptionally smart witch, Miss Granger, so you must know that time is a fickle friend. You may never go home. You might not even accomplish your goals.” Dumbledore was just as she remembered him but she stood up straighter.

“That's a sacrifice I am willing to make,” she replied firmly, “and if I save even one life I have succeeded.”

“Alright,” he said, slowly. “I believe you. Tom has been missing for years now, and I was sure it couldn't be anything good.”

“Okay,” she said with a smile. “I just need to see the headmaster.” Dumbledore laughed mightily.

“My dear, I am the headmaster.”

“Oh.” Of all the research I forgot to see when he took his post as headmaster!? “Good. So I think I should be set up as a 7th year here. I'm sure to be sorted into Gryffindor, so I hope I don't put out one of your legitimate students.”

“That won't be necessary, Miss Granger.” Dumbledore chuckled. “We'll set you up as assistant head of the house. You have a good head for rules I hope.” Hermione tried hard to keep from laughing and nodded. “Good. You will get your own rooms and you will serve as an assistant to the head of Gryffindor. You will also be a 7th year student so you will have to take classes.”

“Oh I don't mind that one bit, Headmaster,” Hermione beamed. “I never got to finish my last year at Hogwarts.”

They walked to his office and she told him all about what had happened while she was at Hogwarts and after. She told him about her enchanted diary and lent it to him to read. They talked all that day and then she was given her rooms: a duplicate of the Head Girl's.

The next day was the beginning.