Hermione's Timetravel To Save Them | Tomione | Sirimione/Sirmione

Chapter One: The Timeturner

*Hermione's POV*

Three o'clock. I woke up. "NOOOO!", I screamed. Cold sweat still dripping over my body. I'm crying. The second Wizards war still present in my Memories and Dreams or rather Nightmares.

The Deaths of Fred, Lavender, Colin, Lupin, Tonks and even Snape haunted me every Night and are stealing sleep over Months now. My nightmares woudn't stop. I allow them, if I'm completely honest to myself. The deaths of the people I was growing to love (only friendly), are both becoming my living and death elixir.

I need them. I need to remember their childish behavior, the laughs which died within their absence and mostly of all, the live before war. They're always with me when I remember them and when I do, I'm a wreck.

I'm hearing footsteps that are leading to my room. Probably my mum, because of my cry and scream.

*Flashback*

After the war, I searched every corner I can think of in Australia. At first I searched at the local archive of the town I was sending them, but haven't found any sign of my Parents. I searched about a month, until one stranger I asked, where they are and if he recognized them, was telling me that they were murdered.

I started to cry many hours. Hours turned to days and days turned, in my lack of feeling an eternity. I was about to pack my things a month later to return to my home. Harry, Luna, Neville and of course the Weasleys whom I was feeling home since Ron first invited me to come over for the Summer Holidays.

On my way to the airport I saw my parents. I wasn't believing my eyes 'til I was going to their table in a restaurant called "Luigi's foreign kitchen". There they were, only metres between us.

My mother fully enjoying herself, was laughing about the clumsiness of my father, who now has dirt on his clothes from his ordered Spaghetti Bolognese. I took a step forward, only to crush into a waitress, who now was grabbing me for hold. To my luckiness she hadn't held any order of food in her hands. We excused each other and I was finally at the table of my Parents, who looked dumbfounded at my presence at their table. I spoke at last.

"Hello, my name is Hermione Granger and you must be Wendell and Monica Wilkins, if I am correct?", I asked confidently, altough I wasn't. "Yes", they replied at the same time, "What's the matter?".

"I would like to discuss this kind of matter outside of this crowded place, if thats ok with you Mr. and Mrs.Wilkins", I said politely. So they stand up and followed me through the doors of the restaurant, interested in what I had to say.

I was leading them to a deserted place, which only brought me confused and a little anxios glances of my obliviated parents that must have expected the worst coming. Nevertheless they're following me.

I came to a hold and told them I was a witch and what I had done for their protection. Finally I asked them, "Are you okey? -- Do you want your memories back or should I just go back ...Home?", I said, anxiousness clearly in my voice.

When they didn't reply, I turned my back to them, silently crying and was going 'til I was feeling a hand on my wrist, which pulled me back to them. They saw my puffy, swollen and cried eyes and realised.

"So it's really true then? You are our daughter?", my father asked, while pointing towards my mother and him. I only responded by nodding my head.

"We want", they said smiling, "We want our memories with you back. We always wanted a daughter", they said whilst Hermione hugged her Parents, before giving them their asked memory. And as they remembered I couldn't breathe. They hugged me to no end and I wasn't been happier than at this moment, with my family. I needed them.