"When You Wish Upon a Horcrux"

It had been five days since Ron had rejoined Harry and Hermione. She should have been happy. After all, wasn't she supposed to be in love with Ron? Yet he was so immature to have run off in the first place. Maybe he had matured somewhat, but still… It was so damn frustrating!

Now she sat there, holding a fragment of the locket. She didn't know why she kept it. The boys had led her to where Ron had used the sword of Gryffindor to destroy it, but she felt a memento might help her get through this, to show that they had accomplished part of what they had set out to do. It was like a security blanket, with the security. And without being a blanket. What did that make it, then?

Tired of thinking, Hermione sat there, New Year's Eve, while the boys were discussing how to create a fireworks display inside the tent. Casting the Tempus Charm, Hermione discovered that midnight was only seconds away. It was nearly 1998. What would the new year bring?

If only I could go back to where this all began, she thought. Sirius wouldn't be dead; Dumbledore wouldn't be dead. Hell, I could even save Cedric Diggory, with any luck!

"I wish…" she murmured. She gripped the piece of the locket so hard that a jagged edge of it drew blood; but she didn't notice. I wish I could return to 1994, to stop him from rising again, she thought, just as 1997 ended, and 1998 began.

"I wish," she said again, opening her eyes. But where was she? This wasn't the tent.

This was the Gryffindor common room.

"Hermione! What the hell happened to you?"

Indeed. What

did happen to her? This isn't the usual kind of time-travelling fic; at least, I hope it's unique. At the very least, unusual. You'll see what I mean as we go along.