Through Time- TOMIONE

Prologue

This book is dedicated to my loving and deceased brother,
Zachary Dubois.
Thank you Zachary for supporting me and my writing. I believe you're right beside me now looking over my shoulder saying I made a spelling error...

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Hermione sat awake in bed, for she couldn't sleep.

She hadn't slept really well since the night of Voldemort's return. She'd been plotting ways of getting rid of him without killing him violently. He was a human, and no matter how bad he was, no human should suffer.

That's just the way Hermione Jean Granger rolled.

"How?" She muttered to herself. How meant many things to her. How did he even become so cruel and heartless? How did Voldemort survive on that horrible night of October 31st? How could she prevent him from killing more people?

She sat awake in her red and gold four poster bed thinking about those 'How's'.

Lavenders snores echoed throughout the room as she sat there, bored. Umbridge had given Harry detention again, and he had showed up with a bloodied hand again, to dinner.

Hatred pooled inside Hermiones chest and mind as she thought about Umbridge. The professor had an obsession with the colour pink, and cats. She looked like the equivalent of Barbie at the age of 50 going through menopause.

There weren't that many people Hermione hated, but Umbridge was at the top of her list, right next to Voldemort who was in a close second.

If there was just any way that Hermione could go back in time and just change him— 'That's it!' Hermione mentally shouted with glee.

She rummaged through her nightstand, searching for her Time Turner. Professor Dumbledore had said for her to keep it, for it may become of use in the future.

Hermiones eyes twinkled with delight as she looked down at the golden magical object, with an hour glass in it.

"I'll just go back to 1943 and prevent him from becoming bad!" She whispered gleefully.

With that, she packed a suitcase full of clothing, a toothbrush, and grabbed Crookshanks, her orange cat, and wrapped the time turner around her neck.

She scribbled down a note to the Patil twin which was sound asleep.

Dear Parvati,
Tell Harry and Ron that I've gone to see my parents, for my father has fallen ill with a deadly muggle decease called Cancer.
I'm entrusting you to tell my real location to Dumbledore and McGonagall, and say I've gone back in time to 1943 to prevent the rising of Voldemort.
Don't fear his name, for the fear of a name only increases the fear of the thing itself.
— Hermione J. Granger.

She folded the note up and placed it in Parvati's robe pocket which she had set out for classes the next day.

'I'll just pretend that my family was attacked by Grindlewald whilst I was attending school at Beauxbatons, and so I apparated to the outskirts of Hogwarts, following my parents' untimely death.' She thought out a plan as she slipped through the halls of Hogwarts, unseen.

She arrived at the front gates of Hogwarts and sighed. "Goodbye Harry, and Ron. Until we meet again."

With that, she pinched the time turner and it started to spin.