80A/N: So original right? I've been binging all of these time-travel fics and I wanted to throw my hat in the ring. I love all different versions of the story, but I hadn't read one that was focused on Hermione actually trying to get back to her time.
I do love a good Sirius/Hermione and/or Remus/Hermione fic, but this will be canon and eventual Ron/Hermione. There will be scenes you don't necessarily see in TT fics as well. You will know what I mean the more the story progresses, but I'm really excited for my idea to come to fruition! I have the main plot points laid out, but would love to hear of anything you are looking for or scenes you'd love to see!
Please give it a chance!
Chapter One
All Hermione felt was pain.
She lay on the cold stone floor of Malfoy Manor, unable to move, shaking with tremors. Nothing in her life could have prepared her for the pain of that curse. She had heard it was excruciating. Neville's parents had lost their minds to it. All of the pain she had experienced up until this moment was child's play. Nothing compared to the waves of agony that had wracked her body. Even now, after the curse had been lifted, she could still feel it.
She tried to focus on something, anything but the pain. She heard voices to her left and slowly turned her head. Her eyes roamed over the blood dripping from her forearm, the word "Mudblood" forever etched on her body. Finally, her eyes latched onto the source of the voices she'd heard. Bellatrix, the source of her torment, was speaking with the Malfoys.
"No, Bella! The boy is his!" Lucius' voice hissed, echoing off the barren stone walls.
"I will do whatever must be done for my Master. The war will surely be won this way. And he will have me to thank!"
Hermione flinched at the sound of Bellatrix's maniacal voice.
"You be sure to tell him he has you, and only you, to blame! We will not be party to this." Lucius motioned to his family huddled behind him. He said this with a ferocity that didn't seem to match his appearance. He looked frailer than she'd ever seen him. Gone was the arrogant sneer that seemed to be permanently etched on his face. In place was a haunted and maniacal gleam.
His wife looked no better. She had a vice-like grip on her husband, not daring to make eye contact with her sister. Hermione thought she might have been considered pretty when she was young. If she hadn't been overtaken by the dark proclivities that their world had to offer.
She looked behind Narcissa where Draco was stood, hunched shoulders as if to shrink his presence in the room. He was staring at her, a wild and harrowing look in his eye. Even in her misery, she found the compassion to pity him. He had made all the wrong choices, but he hadn't been given many good ones. Now here they were: a Mudblood lying broken on the floor and a coward unable to find the evil in his soul to turn over his childhood nemesis to the Dark Lord.
The war had certainly taken it's toll on the Malfoys.
"You will regret that Lucius," Bellatrix panted. "Now, we call the Dark Lord!" She pushed back her sleeve and pressed her wand to the Dark Mark.
She stalked over to where Hermione lay, powerless to do anything to stop the witch. "And I think we can dispose of the Mudblood. Greyback, take her if you want her."
Hermione heard the low growl of the feral man and shivered. But before she had any time to contemplate what he would do to her, a commotion broke out at the dungeon steps.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Hermione had never heard a sweeter sound.
Ron burst into the room, disarming Bellatrix in an instant. Harry caught it, as he had sprinted into the room a half second behind Ron. Her two best friends faced off against the Death Eaters, jets of light flying from either ends of the room.
Suddenly, a pair of cold hands gripped her by her jumper and hoisted her to her feet. The sudden motion had left her vision blurry. The only thing keeping her conscious was the cold blade of a knife at her throat.
"Ah-ah-ah. Drop your wands," Bellatrix whispered. "Drop them, or we'll see exactly how filthy her blood is!"
No one moved. The only sound Hermione could hear was the ragged breathing of the witch at her neck.
"I said, drop them!"
"All right!" Harry shouted, dropping the wand at his feet.
Hermione was fighting unconsciousness. Her mind was going in and out. She tried to focus on the words being said, but nothing stood out. But then she heard something else. Some sort of noise from above. She shakily lifted up her head. Surely she was hallucinating, and Dobby was not sitting atop the chandelier?
Bellatrix screeched, flinging Hermione as she dodged the falling object. Hermione mustered all of her strength for that moment, launching herself towards Harry and Ron, the latter of which caught her in his strong arms. She latched herself onto him, feeling as if she alone did not have the strength to stand.
The adrenaline was leaving her body. Everything was hazy now. She ignored the shouts surrounding her, focusing instead on the soft fabric of Ron's shirt clutched in her fist. She felt another warm body approach her other side, panicking before she registered Harry's familiar scent. He gripped elbow tightly, before she felt the familiar squeezing sensation of apparition.
This was where she was supposed to be, between Harry and Ron. She was safe. That was her last thought before she lost consciousness.
A/N: Hey so I revamped this chapter after re-reading Deathly Hallows. I obviously took some liberties so that it would work with this story. The first few chapters are also definitely the shortest, as I was still getting into the groove of writing again and trying to find the tone.
Please keep reading and give it a chance!