A/N: Hey! Okay, this is my first fanfic, so it might not be good but I hope that you enjoy it! I guess the time travel fic is old now, but I absolutely love them so I decided to do one of my own. Oh, just so you know, this story follows parts of "Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince" but not all of the novel and it totally ignores "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows".
Disclaimer: As everyone knows, Harry Potter belongs to the incredible J.K.Rowling. I'm only a teenager that loves this incredible series.
THE RIGHT KIND OF PROBLEM
Chapter One: Goodbye Harry Potter
Deafening, complete and terrifying silence surrounded Hermione Granger. For the first time in five hours, Hermione didn't hear sobbing, screams, or groans of pain. There was…nothing.
Hermione realized that she had been holding her breath, and she shakily exhaled. She ran her fingers through her tangled locks, noting they were even more unruly than usual. Odd how she could think such thoughts after the bloodshed she had seen.
The day had started simply enough.
Harry, Ron and Hermione lazily strolled through the hallways of Howgarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was Sunday and the three had decided to take a break and just relax. Harry laughed at a joke Ron made but Hermione just watched Harry out of the corner of her eye. It was obvious that Harry was troubled; ever since Dumbledore had started to give him private lessons Horcruxes pressed heavily on Harry's mind. Hermione could understand his fear and concern. She hoped that this day would perhaps help Harry forget his problems, at least for a little while.
Ron turned towards her and caught Hermione's eye. A blush immediately graced her cheeks. Things between the two had been…awkward. Hermione knew that she had feelings for him, but she had no idea if he felt the same way. Sure, he had broken up with Lavender, but that didn't mean that he liked her.
Ron smiled at her and Hermione felt butterflies flutter in her stomach. No matter what happened, she knew that she would always care for him, both as a friend and as something more.
Suddenly, the piercing sound of shrieks echoed throughout the building and students of every age were running through the halls. Hermione's eyes widened with surprise while Ron's mouth was agape with astonishment. Harry, however, immediately became tense and understanding dawned on his features. Hermione looked at Harry for an explanation, but his attention was elsewhere. Hermione followed Harry's eyes, and felt coldness enter her.
At the end of the hall, right before her, stood Death Eaters. Their dark cloaks covered their frames and masks hid their faces. The masks frightened Hermione most of all because they hid the ruthlessness and evil that the men and women held in their hearts.
Then, all hell broke lose. Spells flew everywhere and Hermione felt herself go numb. She didn't even know what she was doing. She felt her body move of its own will and her mouth utter spells. Dust and debris flew all around. Chaos and confusion took control and Hermione had no idea what was happening. Before she knew it she found herself on the grounds of Hogwarts.
Bodies were strewn all over the ground. She saw faces that she had seen since her childhood pale and waxy, no sign of life on their features. She saw Padma Patil stare lifelessly at the sky, Neville Longbottom lying limply, and Luna Lovegood torn to pieces. She saw so many students dead. All around her she was surrounded by death; Hermione gagged and vomited.
She kept walking until she stumbled on something. Looking down, she saw her favorite teacher. On the ground was Professor McGonagall, blood pouring from an open wound. Her hair, normally in a tight bun, was around her shoulders. Hermione began to sob. She felt a hand grab her own and drag her away from the scene.
"Keep moving Hermione" the voice told her. Hermione looked up and saw Ron's face. His hand was warm and his grip was tight. His face looked different somehow. It wasn't the boyish face that she had grown up with and loved; no, the face before hers was a man's face.
Hermione tried to speak but was unable to. Ron and Hermione hid behind one of the walls, both silent. Ron turned to Hermione and said "Hermione, stay here. I'll be back in a minute." Hermione protested, and grew furious that she was being treated like a damsel in distress.
"Don't pull this macho act with me Ron Weasley! You know that I can fight just as well as you and I refuse to be pushed to the sidelines. I will not sit and hide while you go get yourself kil-" Suddenly she felt Ron's lips on hers and her mind went blank. As soon as it happened it was over and Hermione was in a daze. She looked into Ron's eyes and searched for an explanation.
"Please Hermione, for ten minutes just stay here and hide. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."
With that statement, Ron turned and ran out of sight.
Hermione shook her head, trying to clear those memories from her mind. They didn't matter now. The only thing that mattered was survival, and Hermione was determined to live no matter what.
Hermione rose to her feet, and surveyed the area. Rubble and debris was everywhere, and darkness cloaked the ground. She had no idea where either Ron or Harry was. She assumed they had run straight to the biggest battle in an effort to defend Hogwarts. This thought caused tears to well into Hermione's eyes, and a choked sob escaped from her lips.
No! Hermione would not lose control at a moment like this. She wiped her eyes and started to cautiously walk. She would find them and then….She had no idea as to the next step of her plan, but she knew she had to be reunited with Ron and Harry. Together, they could figure something out. Slowly but surely Hermione made her way across the grounds, holding her wand close to her body. Every tiny sound sent tremors of fear through her body, and every movement made her jerk in surprise.
In the distance she heard shouts, and men giving orders. Slowly the shouts got louder and louder until Hermione realized that they were close enough to discover her. Hermione's breath caught, and her flight instinct kicked in. Unsure of which side they were from, Hermione decided that best idea would be to hide for a time until they passed. She made her way to the Forbidden Forest, sure that she could easily find cover in the shadowy landscape.
The darkness was thick and Hermione would almost say that she could feel it pressing on her skin. She arrived at the edge of the forest, took a breath, and plunged into the site. The trees towered over her, and Hermione felt small and insecure.
The Forbidden Forest seemed like it would be a safe for a while, at least until Hermione had a chance to search for Ron and Harry. Slowly she walked deeper and deeper into the Forest. To her right, she heard rustling and immediately a chill crept up her spine. Immediately she took cover behind one of the trees near her and gripped her wand even tighter. She looked to her right and almost fainted at the shock. There stood Voldemort a short distance away from her. His dark cloak billowed around him, making his pale head and hands even more noticeable. His back was towards Hermione and she immediately whipped herself behind a tree in an effort to hide.
Hermione's breathing was rapid and her heart was pounding in her chest. In ten seconds Voldemort would realize that she was there and with one curse it would all be over. She would never see her family again. She would never see Ron or Harry; she would never see the twins, Ginny, or any of the other Weasleys. It took all of her strength to stop herself from crying. Hermione waited but still Voldemort did not approach her. Curious and frightened at the same time, Hermione again looked at Voldemort.
Hermione did not understand how Voldemort had not detected her presence yet. But as she viewed the scene closer, she realized Voldemort was oblivious to his surroundings. Every word or sound fell on deaf ears; he was solely concentrated on the victim that lay at the bottom of his feet. Hermione squinted her eyes, trying to see who Voldemort's victim was, when recognition hit her like a wall of ice cold water.
Black hair. Slim build. Black Hogwarts robes. Plain black glasses in front of startling emerald eyes. Lightening bolt in the center of the forehead.
Hermione felt her world collapse when she realized that the victim was Harry Potter.
Harry was on the ground, cuts on his cheek and his rob was torn. He was sprawled on the ground, and his breathing was laborious. Voldemort stood over him, his eyes aglow. Hermione angled her body to see Voldemort's face. Hermione saw his mouth move but she couldn't hear what he was saying. Silently, she crept closer to the scene until she was so close that she could see the beads of sweat on Harry's face. She hid behind a tree and from the corner of her eye watched the scene unfold.
Her thoughts raced wildly. There was no way she could take on Voldemort by herself, and Harry was in no condition to fight. She had to distract the Dark Lord so that she could have a chance to safely get Harry out of there, but how could she distract Voldemort?
Voldemort's fiery red eyes bore into Harry's soul. Hermione had never seen eyes that glowed like his. Voldemort again started to speak to Harry.
"Do you believe that you can defeat me?" If it was even possible, Voldemort's thin lips twisted into a grin. "Do you honestly believe that, Harry Potter? Dumbledore has filled your head with fancies, but none as asinine as the thought of you defeating me."
His spider like fingers stretched out and grabbed Harry's hair. He gripped it tightly and lifted Harry's head gradually; Harry let out a guttural moan. Voldemort's eyes narrowed, and he slowly bent down, his lips next to Harry's ear.
"You will never defeat me. I will win. And you, Harry Potter, will die." Voldemort's voice was soft and smooth, and Hermione thought that it had a melodious air to it. But his insanity, anger, and wildness were thinly veiled by his sweet voice. With one hand still grasping the dark head of hair, Voldemort raised his hand and put his wand next to Harry's throat.
"Goodbye Harry Potter. Avada Ke-"
Hermione's heart stopped beating. Every thought slipped from her mind except 'I can't let Harry die'. Suddenly her feet were moving on their own accord and she heard herself scream "No!" and she felt herself fling herself between Harry and Voldemort.
Voldemort's ruby eyes widened in shock as his spell issued from his wand. Darkness overtook her, and Hermione felt herself fall into oblivion…
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