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Part II: Fall Back
Chapter Seventeen
The Beginning of it All
"Come on, Ron. Just a little further," said Hermione as she helped Ron walk over the rocky terrain. She was trying to find a place to set up camp and treat Ron where the rocks were not so sharp and jagged. Ron was pale and the hand that was not slung around Hermione's shoulder was covered in blood; he held it close to his stomach. His shirt was soaked.
His blue eyes could not stay focused on anything. He licked his dry lips. "I –I can't, Hermione. Let's rest here." Without warning he let go of her and fell to the ground. He did not try to catch himself and as a result he skinned his already-bruised face against the rocks. He let out a small groan, but did not try to move from where he had landed.
Hermione's hands were shaking. She kneeled down by Ron and gently as she could, turned him over. Her hand held her broken wand. What was she going to do without magic to help her? How was she supposed to save Ron when she could not perform a healing spell? Ron's wand had been lost in the battle. She grabbed her bag and fished through it, she took out a red vial that held a semi-strong healing potion in it; perhaps if there was enough, she could try healing him enough to where they could travel and find help. She held the vial up to the light, there was barely a drop left. Opening Ron's shirt, she uncorked the vial and tipped it upside down over the gaping wound. The drop sizzled as it met the skin, but did little in the way of stopping the bleeding or healing the skin. Ron hissed in pain and touched the wound before pulling his hand away.
"Oh, Merlin, no. Please, no," Hermione cried. She looked around them in a desperate need to find something that would save Ron. Finally, she pulled him into her arms.
Ron's eyes rolled in his head as he turned to look at her. He licked his lips again and with great effort pulled them apart. "Hermione, it's okay. Don't worry." His bloody hand came up to meet her cheek. "Go. Get out of here. Find somewhere where his power does not reach. Go there. Get married, have kids and…" He gasped. "Be happy," he uttered. His hand fell from her face, leaving a bloody streak across her lips.
Hermione shook her head. A silent 'no' fell from her lips as the hot tears began to course down her cheeks. Painful, body-consuming sobs racked her body as she cried. Ron's bloody, lifeless form lay limp in her arms. "Don't leave me, too," she cried out as she gripped onto his body and pulled him closer.
It had been all her fault. If she had not said Harry's name those snatchers would not have found Ron and her, and if she would have been quicker at Apparating them out of that forest, Ron would have not been hurt. If she would have just been quicker at Apparating two people, that last spell would not have hit her wand at the last second, breaking it and also sending them off course. It was because of her Ron was dead. She sat there with his body in her arms for several hours before the sun rose. It was only then did she move her stiff body from underneath his. One by one she carried rocks from around them over to Ron's body and began building them over and around him, encasing him in a tomb. It was noon by the time she finished etching his name into the side of a boulder with a jagged rock. Once she was done, she stood and closed her eyes in a silent good-bye before she began walking stiffly in the other direction.
She had no wand, she did not know where she was, and for all she knew she could die soon. For some reason, however, she did not care. Perhaps death would be a welcomed relief. After several hours of walking, she collapsed underneath a skeletal tree. Reaching into her bag, she fished for a canteen of water – her last canteen of water. Instead of meeting the cool leather of the pouch of water, her hand met the rough binding of a book. She frowned, a book should not have been there, it was a not in the right space. Pulling the book from the bag, she looked at it. It was simply entitled Time.
Her eyes widened. She remembered reading this book. Within it there was mention of a spell ceremony that could take a person's soul back in time. In that moment the hungry idea consumed her brain. She could go back in time and kill Tom Riddle before he ever even discovered the wizarding world. The consequences meant little to her at this point. She knew of the laws of time and she knew of the Elders, but none of these gave her any reason not to go through with it. Her mind and soul were beyond caring. The first thing she needed to do was get away from where ever she was and get to Hogwarts where she could get the books she would need in order to help her. To do that, she would need a wand. She knew how to get one, but it was a death wish waiting. It was her only hope.
A/N: So part two begins. Don't worry, you will see 1975 soon.
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