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Hello everyone! This is not my first fanfic, but it is the first on this site. I am an avid reader of time travel fanfics and decided to create my own.

This is a test, if it makes sense to you, I plan to continue it. Please pay attention to the tags. As the story progresses, I will add others.

Oh, and since english is not my first language (I'm brazilian) i'm looking for a beta.

Chapter One - The one where Hermione is on 1981

When someone decides to fight?

Is it when you realize, at an early age, that people treat you differently because you are a woman? Is it, however, because you are constantly ridiculed for being smart? Or because when unexplainable things happen - magic - people treat you badly and fighting becomes a defense mechanism?

Run. breathe, jump and run again.

Ache. Screams. Sweat. Breathe.

She was almost sure that although all the alternatives were completely doable, she knew that the fight was the result of a tangle of situations, and mainly, the main question to ask was: What keeps you fighting?

Was it your will to survive? Or, rather, was it the sovereign will to live a full life that kept her fighting? After all, she had never been content with a "more or less" kind of life. Was it happiness in the eyes of your friends, your parents, in your own eyes that kept you going? Or, was it a force existing in your blood, wanting to reaffirm your existence, to conquer what was right to you, that made it persist? She was important! Lives are important. She should fight. she had to.

Run. Breathe, jump and run again.

Ache. Screams. Sweat. Shortness of breathe.

Stumble?

She knew that regardless of the answer, one thing was certain, she would not give up. Her blood ran through her veins, adrenaline overwhelmed her as she ran. Her body swayed with the wind. If it were a scene from a poorly made movie it would certainly be exciting, maybe sexy?. She could already imagine: "Once upon a time there was a pregnant woman - partially naked - running in the dusk of the cold autumn night waiting for her knight in shining armor ...".

"Grangers don't give up!", Her father once said. He was right, after all. Besides, now, another life depended on her. But where should she go?

Blue eyes.

Ron's eyes.

She closed her eyes and breathed heavily. Her breath was almost gone and her ribs ached. The weight of her womb carrying her daughter more and more mitigated. Two hearts beating, two lives in danger. Tears streamed down her flushed face. Her dark skin was increasingly red from shortness of breath, her breasts were partially exposed, her skin was scratched and her hair was thick. It would surely be the main scene of a poorly made erotic tale, if it weren't for the horror in her eyes.

Blue eyes looking at the lifeless sky. Happy laughter in the background, screams of horror followed by explosions and the indistinct smell of burnt meat. And then, broken glass slicing through her skin as she threw herself from the second floor.

She cried as she ran. Hiccups ripped through her throat as her eyes blurred. Couldn't she be happy? Was happiness a real thing or just her imagination?

"Hermione!" She could hear his breathless voice.

Her back was stuck to the wall while her legs wrapped around his waist. In one minute they kissed sweetly and in the next second, his hands were on her breasts, there were kisses on her neck, his cock readily sinking into her wet pussy for him as her body trembled in an agony of excitement and he moaned in absolute pleasure.

And then, his beautiful blue eyes no longer saw anything.

It took a while to understand what had happened. One minute they were together, loving each other, and the next, the crimson liquid dripped down his chest and his eyes widened in shock.

"Hermione!" This time, the voice was a choking whisper of pain.

She didn't have time to say goodbye. Explosions sounded to her left, the building caught fire and she threw herself out the nearest window while the big green snake decorated the sky.

"Morsmordre!"

It was stupid really. They were betrayed, obviously. But by whom? Well, that she would never know.

Run. Breathe, jump and run again.

Ache. Screams. Sweat. Shortness of breath.

Stumble and get up.

She was running aimlessly. Her legs screamed in agony, and she ended up tripping over a large tree trunk. Laughter in the distance filled her ear and she knew that if she stayed on the floor for a few more seconds, it would be too late. Very skillfully, she got up quickly - more than she thought humanly possible - and ran again.

With blind eyes she ran through the darkness. Her limbs hurt and the only thing she could think about was his lifeless blue eyes.

"Hermione!"

Her footsteps stopped when she found herself swallowed by a large deep hole.

"Aresto momentum!" Her body floated in the air for a few seconds before she hit the floor with a thud. "Ahh!" She cried as she put her hand on her belly.

Standing up, she heard Bellatrix's unmistakable voice over her head as she held her breath in fear.

"Avery, hurry up, you idiot. The mud blood cannot be far! ".

The voices became more distant as the seconds passed. A cold current reminded her of her nakedness, and with a wave of her wand she straightened her robes.

"You shouldn't be here." With a single movement,her head turned to the right, her wand arm raised menacingly ready to curse whoever spoke to her, but then she saw that she was facing a great centaur looking at her disapprovingly. "Neptune is out of alignment with the other planets, daughter of Hecate".

For the first time in a long time, Hermione found herself speechless. Her heart was beating rapidly and she could feel her magic crackling dangerously. What?

"You should go soon." Where?

"Where? They put an anti-Apparition wing on the perimeter. " She replied, her voice hoarse.

"Forward". The centaur answered it as if it were obvious. "The stars are positioning themselves. You must go, otherwise you will not arrive in time ".

In time for what? She felt her body move by itself. The great centaur watched her closely as she walked into what looked like a cave.

Lifeless blue eyes.

"Hermione!"

Her legs support her as she walked again aimlessly. Her hand tightened on the small beaded bag she always carried with her. Again, tears reached his eyes.

Not now, Hermione! She told herself. She needed to be practical, she needed to save them first.

It was cold, she could tell, but she couldn't care. The shock, the feeling of incompetence, and especially, the lack of belief in what had happened to her a few minutes ago - hours? days? - was anesthetizing.

When she was six, she was in a car crash with her parents. At the time, her maternal grandparents died in the wreckage. She remembered the feeling very well: One moment she was fine, and the next everything was spinning and the shock consumed her. She could still feel the sensation of broken glass spreading across her face and her parents' screams in the background. And yet, even with everything going on at the time, she was in a daze, as if someone else - a stranger - was watching the scene. "It's not me". She had thought while looking into her grandmother's lifeless black eyes.

She was wrong, of course. That little girl was her, and in that moment, she had also seen Ron die.

Not now! She repeated the mantra in her head.

Not now.

Not now.

Not now.

Not now!

There was a door at the end of the cave. A big black door - dew? - with a simple goal knob. Was it heaven's door? A hell's door? This was, in fact, a poetic moment, and if the situation were not so tragic, she would probably laugh.

Ron would laugh, she was sure.

Not now.

Her belly trembled and she hugged her belly.

"Mom loves you, Rose. I'm sorry my love, I'm sorry ". She said as tears streamed down her face. Her knees gave out to the weight and she fell to the floor while crying. Her hands gripped the soil tightly, causing her nails to bleed with friction.

Not now.

Her low screams echoed through the cave and she covered her mouth for fear that someone would hear her.

Not now.

Her body shook as she thought of everyone who died. Cold sweat covered her skin and she felt sick.

Her parents, Harry, Ginny, Molly, Arthur, Fred, George, Neville, Luna, Remus, Tonk, Teddy ..

Ron.

Not now.

Happy blue eyes. Freckled white hands holding black hands. Teeth aligned. A perfect smile. He was everything, but now, he was dead.

Not now.

What was she going to do now?

"You will not arrive in time, daughter of Hécate". The centaur resurfaced at her side, startling her. He looked at the door. "You must go now".

She looked at the door with suspicion. She was practical, logical. It made no sense to open a door that she didn't know where it led. However, her body rose on her own and she found herself walking quickly to wherever the door led.

Without thinking twice, Hermione's hands connected to the simple metal knob, and a stream of magic flowed through her veins. Hermione's golden brown eyes widened in surprise as vivid images flashed through her head.

"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow ,. Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow "

"Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and its all worked for me. - I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you? '

'I'm Ron Weasley,'

'Harry Potter,'

'Are you really? I know all about you,… I'd have found out everything I could if it was me ".

His hand gripped the doorknob like a magnet. Her head turned back in search of the centaur, but she no longer saw him.

Her arm acted on its own, and when she realized it, the door opened and she fell into a new hole.

A white flash. Screams. Magic. Ache.

She stood up and her face twisted in agony. A silver flash and she instinctively threw herself to the side.

Blood dripped from her body. Ron?

Not now!

Her hand caught her wand casting a powerful shield at the moment a new spell tried to hit on her..

"Who are you?" A voice shouted in the background.

Harry?

Hermione's big brown eyes widened at the look for the carbon copy of his long dead best friend. Well, except for the eyes.

A purple flash. A curse that she knew well. She threw herself aside and looked at her attacker.

Objectively, he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. The kind that would ruin your life in the blink of an eye. Firm jaw, lush black hair and well-built body. Two dimples on both cheeks and tall. He was absolutely perfect. And yet, his blood-red eyes, devoid of any other emotion, but anger, made her eyes widen in recognition.

"Avada Kedavra!". She screamed immediately. Baby cries could be heard over her head, on the second floor of the house, but she would not be distracted by this. She knew well who was in front of her.

Saying those words demanded will. Bellatrix had said that to Harry once. It was not enough to just say, you really had to want to kill the person. You had to accept the fact that committing murder would be not only acceptable, but also desired.

And, Merlin, she really wanted to kill him, to hut him.

Red eyes widened momentarily in surprise the second the green rays left her wand. The wand she had won from Bellatrix.

Wasn't it ironic? That that wand, whose original master was so devoted to the Dark Lord, could almost kill him?

She looked at her friend's father, without a wand in her hand, her face wrapped in surprise and without thinking again, she sent a "stupefying" curse on his way. How could he not have a wand in his hand at times like this?

Voldemort moved forward after the surprise, and with superhuman quickness, he cast a series of spells, many of which she did not know. Throwing herself to the side, thus avoiding ending up dead, she fell on top of her best friend's father. Without thinking, and with a quick flick of her wand, she cut the beam that held the ceiling.

She saw it all happen in slow motion: Part of the upstairs collapsed in the monster called Tom Riddle obscuring her view across the room, however, she knew she hadn't killed him, since his hand acted instinctively, obviously, preventing the wreckage fell on his head. However, she had a few seconds in her favor.

"Enervate" She said pointing quickly to the man below her. Hazel eyes looked at her in shock. "Let's gol! We don't have much time. "She cried and got up and ran upstairs. James, clearly, did not think twice, probably preferring the company of an unknown witch to the Dark Lord.

A noise was heard from the other side of the room. Voldemort screamed in anger as he cleared the wreckage with a strong explosive spell. The house was shaking above their heads and she had to put a bubble spell around them. Before fully climbing the stairs to the next floor, she looked back and performed spells that have become common in recent years:

"Salvio hexia. Protetum Maxima. Fidelux Minimum ". When finished, red eyes found her with hatred. White hands held the phoenix feather wand and then she felt a strong wave of power trying to break the shield placed by her.

"Come on, we don't have time!" She repeated urgently, screaming. If Voldemort didn't kill them, the ruined house would.

Her protections were weakening as the dark sorcerer put more power into destroying his shield. In addition, fatigue reached her and she could feel dizzy.

They arrived in a blue room, filled with baby toys and a red-haired woman looked at them in surprise as the floor shook under her feet. A little boy with incredible emerald green eyes was crying on her lap.

Harry.

She picked up a stuffed rabbit lying on the floor, and after complex movements of her wand she said "Portus".

The two adult wizards looked at her in surprise again and at the second she felt the protective shield come undone, she said "Ron" and the stuffed rabbit shone.

When Voldemort entered the room, they were already gone.

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