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September 1977

"He is waiting for you.."

She strode forward without any hesitation and kneeled in front of the magnanimous superior dark lord that he considered himself, Hermione Granger had thought to accomplish many things in her life but this certainly wasn't one of those.

"Rise.." 

"Come here Miss granger , I want to see the truth in your eyes.."

Hermione didn't flinch away from his touch or the non verbal Legilimens but she was ready for the subtle deceptions to throw his way if he delved too deeper into her mind than she was prepared at the moment , suddenly she felt herself respecting professor snape a great deal more as she was pushed to play the same role he played a long time ago.

The subtle feeling of pressure elevated as she felt voldemort withdrawing from her mind , she thought little of celebrating that fact as she knew it was far from over and she was correct as she found his ebony fingers latching onto her wrist.

Morsmordre , the vile words of the incantation hung in the air as voldemort brandished the elder wand onto the clear skin of her arm and she found wishing herself far away from here as the black inky mist that had latched onto her arm became more pronounced as a dark serpent slithering from a skull , this was it..she finally had the dark mark .

Finally thinking it was done for , she relaxed herself but only in vain as she heard the dark lord's words clear in her mind

"Hermione , you think you can do this well but you forget that I am your master ..nonetheless this is my victory as I had regained what I had lost.."

Of course she knew what he was referring to but perhaps she didn't put much weight onto the fact that a muggleborn witch like herself could create such a stir in voldemort's world.

Perhaps it was time she would take the responsibility , the responsibility of what a possible seemingly innocent accident with a time turner twice can do.

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1st May 1998 

The second wizarding world war was on the crux of the horizon and Hermione was left idly waiting for Harry , her best friend who without looking back once had gone to face his greatest fears.

"There is a reason I can hear them Hermione.."

His words were still ringing in her head, how could this possibly happen ?

Voldemort had chosen objects that held great significance to Hogwarts and to him.

Ravenclaw's diadem..Hufflepuff's cup ..Slytherin's locket ..Riddle's diary ..his ring..his snake Nagini and....Harry.

How does Harry fits into this grandeur scheme of collectibles of Voldemort's..why did he decided to make Harry his horcrux..unless he didn't and it was an accident ...the night Voldemort murdered Harry's parents his soul split one more time and attached itself to the only living thing that wasn't falling apart....Harry.

"Hermione.."

Ron's frantic calling was what made Hermione look in front of her and there they were..black masked deatheater robes swarming in countless numbers in Hogwarts and then there was Harry in Hagrid's arms..

"No..it can't be.."

Hermione refused to believe it..Harry told her he would come back and he would ..there is no way Voldemort would have won..there is no way the hatred would have won..no..it can't be.

"Harry Potter is dead.. "

Voldemort, the grotesque monster with red eyes bellowed and many of his death eaters cackled celebrating their master's victory yet Hermione couldn't believe it.

"No..Harry.."

Her voice was weak with misery yet there was one moment when Voldemort's eyes started into hers and he pointed his wand right at her.

Startled she took a step back and fell onto the ground with a thud, there was a voice of glass shattering and laughter.

There was also something burning in her chest, confused she took a look at herself and found to her horror the golden light permeating inside her.

Was she cursed..what type of curse was it..she certainly never heard of a burning curse with a golden light.

However one look at her surrounding , she saw equally confused faces of her classmates and alike professors, the only one who wasn't looking baffled and was instead smiling was Voldemort...smiling that was bizarre..very bizarre.

Next her fingers clutched onto her chest as if to relive herself of some pain that was increasingly rapidly in intensity and found themselves tangled in a chain , a long chain that was connected to her time turner she had borrowed just a few moments prior from headmaster's office.

Dumbledore in his infantile wisdom had sent a message to her via Headmaster Black's portrait that still resided in her beaded bag to obtain a necessary item that would help them to bring Voldemort down, thinking of Harry she had marched down there as quickly as possible.

"Miss Granger, I see you got my message.."

"Professor Dumbledore ..Harry..has gone to vol..you-know-who ..we have to stop him.."

"Harry is where he ought to be Miss Granger, you need not to worry about that..however there is one thing.."

"What are you talking about professor , we have to help Harry ..that monster will kill him.."

"Miss Granger , you are forgetting about the prophecy ..as much as Voldemort can kill Harry ..he would also kill himself equally in return.."

"Is it something because of Harry being a horcrux.."

For once Dumbledore's non chalant expression morphed into something akin to panic.

"How do you know..Miss Granger.."

"Harry told us ..me and Ron.."

"I see and no one else.."

"No.."

"That's good , even through unseen sources Voldemort shouldn't get the hint of it before meeting Harry ..only then it will work.."

Dumbledore spoke lost in his own thoughts.

"However Miss Granger , there is something for you if all fails .."

The bottommost drawer opened with a flick and there it was , the time turner.

"Professor , you want to me go back in time..how far..do you want me to warn Harry .."

"Yes , Miss Granger you have guessed it right..if Harry fails then you will have to go back past few hours and stop him because only Harry can kill Tom Riddle and we have to ensure that he doesn't fail..but if it happens you will know what to do.."

Dumbledore looked pensieve for a moment as if it was difficult for him to say further.

"Miss Granger, there is also a possibility if fate offers you a chance to face the darkness yourself , you will need to start from where it all started.."

He concluded as if it all made great sense.

"Now hurry Miss Granger and remember that help would always be given at Hogwarts if one asks  .."

Somewhat dazzled at his speech Hermione took the time tuner and wound it around her neck and started in the direction where she had last seen Harry.

 Now look where it all ended, instead of helping Harry she herself was cursed flat to the ground with a broken time turner around her neck and helplessly she watched as it buzzed uncontrollably going miles in seconds.

"Hermione.."

Ron's trembling voice was all she heard as world spinned around her and her consciousness faded into obscurity.