Danger, excitement, horror, comedy, and a rollicking good time to be had by all-Wait, wrong script. No comedy here. Or good times really...ah, here we go. Achem.
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Henri always figured dead was dead. That is, until she was /murdered/ by a mangey ass bird and reborn into a world of magic, wonder, and, oh yeah, hate. Cause hate is everywhere, dontcha know? But the first fifteen months, well, they're the greatest she's ever had, in either life. Reborn as a Potter, she experiences (incredibly temporary) safety like she's never known. And then Voldemort comes to tear it all away in a night of pain and betrayal. Now, she's gotta fend for herself and Harry, a responsibility like she's never had before, first with the Dursleys and then in the back alleys and side streets of London. Henri knows they have magic; she's seen it. But will they survive long enough to get to Hogwarts at all?
Voldemort intended the object to be used by his most loyal follower in the event that his horcruxes were destroyed, but it ended up in Hermione's possession instead.
She knows she has to kill him. Steal his horcruxes. Destroy him. But Tom Riddle isn't who she thought he was. Hermione discovers it's a dark descent into the madness of the man she should hate, but can't. When she realizes Tom Riddle's soul is half of her own, she knows she can't destroy him.
To kill him would be to destroy herself.
There simply has to be another way.