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This Is The Way The World Ends.	By : tulipsaside Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7312 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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1. In my time of dying.
Her eyes focused on the marble ceiling above her, �The hospital wing.� she sighed with relief.

For the moment she could forget everything, lull herself back into the sweet deception of being victorious. The famous trio back under the care of Madame Pompfrey again after getting into glorious trouble at the end of term and once again saving the world. No Horcruxs and certainly no wars. Hermione shifted her head to her left smiling fondly at Harry who was sleeping in the cot next to her.

�Yes,� she thought �exactly, as it should be.� She exhaled deeply snuggling under the thin sheets of the hospital duvet and rolled her head to the right. Her heart tightened instantly and clamped in her chest. A thin white sheet was pulled up over the head of the boy lying in the cot, his hand dangling off the side.

�Ron.� Her mouth was dry with grief. She pushed herself off the cot tenderly supporting her weight on her right leg, limping towards his bed.

She pulled back the sheet staring into the face of her Ronald. �Wake up,� she demanded thickly.

�Ronald Weasley, you wake up this very moment.� Her voice was hard and firm. She grabbed his shoulder shaking him roughly, �This is no time for pranks, wake up!� Her sharp words rang loudly through the room.

�I�m afraid there was nothing we could do for him.� A kind hand followed the Headmasters heartbreaking words.

She started to shake; there was nothing to be done. He was dead before she pulled the Time-turner over their heads therefore he was dead in the past. She was led back to her cot, her eyes starring at Ron even through the curtain now pulled tight around his bed.

�Hermione?� A small questioning voice broke through her vision as she turned her head sharply towards Harry.

�Oh, Harry.� She whispered into his embrace. �Harry, I tried, I tried to save us all I swear. I swear, I swear�� Her voice broken and scared repeated her chant into his shirt.

�Hermione, it�s not your fault. Please know that, please it�s neither our faults.� His words stung her deeply, of course, it was there fault, they had gone off in search of Voldemort. Once again, the Golden Trio had proceeded with the heart of a lion and sense of a flea.

�I�m sorry to interrupt but there are many things I seem not privy too.� The Headmaster spoke with gentleness and bewilderment.

Hermione turned toward him, her back against Harry�s chest scooting closer towards the edge of the cot. Here sat Dumbledore in all his infinite splendour, alive and well.

�You might want to sit Headmaster Dumbledore,� said Harry quietly.

Albus quickly settled into a seat opposite them.

�I am Harry P-�

�Granger, Harry and Hermione Granger.� Hermione�s voice cracked slightly as she poked Harry sharply in the leg.

�We�re siblings and until very recently were engaged in a rather vicious war along with our friend Ron.� She gestured to the cot.

The Headmaster nodded slowly. �Then I assume you have travelled to us from a future day Hogwarts?�

�Yes, Sir. Though how far we have come back, I cannot say. It was my intention to send us back to the morning of that day and I fear we�ve gone much further than that.�

�Perhaps it would be prudent to inform you that today; or rather this morning is the 30^th of August 1974.�

Hermione groaned as Harry gasped. �Headmaster,� Began Hermione. �We have travelled much further than I had intended, twenty years further to be precise. I am certain that you understand the precarious situation we are in. You need to know many things and there are some things, major things that I cannot in good conscience tell you. All I ask is that you please bear with me.� Hermione felt suddenly very old and very tired as she retold the delicate story to Dumbledore, along with Harry, omitting large portions of the tale involving exactly who Harry was or the wizard they were fighting. Though gauging Dumbledore�s expressions, she gleamed he understood more than she was saying.

She explained much more calmly, than she felt about how Ron had fallen and how, there were no survivors during the final battle except the Wizard who had started the conflict along with his followers. She also left out the part of him being dead, completely. She gave no specifics and as frustrating as it seemed, the Headmaster listened intently. Finally, he sat forward and cleared his throat.

�Miss. Granger, do you have the Time-turner still intact?�

�Yes, sir, but, please before you suggest the obvious, I beg you to understand there is no world, no safe place for us to go if we return to our present time. Secondly, it was so very important that Harry not go back until either we�ve found a solution to stopping that Wizard either in our own time,� she took a deep breath. �or yours.�

Dumbledore starred at her for an eternity, she was sure any minute now he would be demanding that she return immediately. There were strict rules against the use of Time-turners that the Ministry of Magic could enforce.

�Not that the Minister even knew I had a time-turner and really right now there in no condition to see those laws through.� she thought flippantly. Remembering the bright purple package found in Sirius old house months before.

�Mr. and Miss Granger I understand your condition even if I don�t understand how it�s come to be. I will let you remain in the castle until a reasonable decision can be determined, but I must insist that you continue in upholding the secrecy of these events.� He looked straight at Harry when he said this. �It is important that you not meddle in the delicate web fate has weaved so far. I understand that a time may come when a drastic change could unsettle future events of our world but, there is no need to unbalance the lesser courses that fate may take.�

Hermione knew with certainty what the Headmaster had been referring to. This was a sensitive time they were in; to put it bluntly they were now in the years of Harry�s parents, which also meant Sirius and Peter were here. Harry, Hermione feared, had little understanding of what needed to happen. At the very least to ensure that not only was he born but also that Voldemort try to kill him, he needed to be marked as the enemy Voldemort feared him to be. Her headache intensified dramatically just thinking of the fit Harry would throw when she went to explain that to him later.

�For now, aside from some much needed rest, there are some important details we need to make. One involving your friend, Ronald.� Hermione�s stomach tightened as the Headmaster spoke his name. �I will, with your permission of course, make arrangements to have a proper burial for him hear at Hogwarts.�

Harry smiled fondly if not dejectedly. �He would have like that Professor.�
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