A/N: Here's my second Dramione fanfic, something for you to read while I finish up Chapter Nine of my other story, For The Sake Of. I hope you support this as you support FTSO.


If you still want to view Hermione Jean Granger as she is, DO NOT read this.


Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Chapter One: Last Resort

"Draco, I believe that our future now lies with you…"

Draco Malfoy looked at the painting of Albus Dumbledore. Sure, he hated the man, but he can't help but feel sorry for him. Dumbledore's twinkling blue eyes were gone. They were replaced by tired, defeated blue eyes, and his tone was utterly desperate. Draco sighed.

"Then so be it, Professor."

Earlier that night…

A red-glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above them as an edge of dazzling sun appeared over the sill of the nearest window. The light hit both of their faces at the same time, so that Voldemort's was suddenly a flaming blur. Harry heard the high voice shriek as he too yelled his best hope to the heavens, pointing Draco's wand:

"Avada Kedavra!"*

It happened too fast. Harry and Voldemort did not cast a spell, yet Harry was down, sprawled on the ground, dead. The crowd gasped. A hundred eyes searched for the spell caster. Their eyes settled on someone they never imagined would do such a thing.

Hermione Granger.

Her wand was aloft, her eyes blazing with power, not a sign of remorse at all, she walked towards Harry and kicked the boy's ribs hard. Voldemort was looking pleased, and to everyone's surprise, she walked Voldemort and bowed to him.

"Master. Master, the boy is dead." Said Hermione in an eerie, glad voice. The crowd was in shock for about a minute, until Ron Weasley broke the silence.

"Hermione, how could you?" he said, his tone laced with anger, disbelief, and shock. Hermione stood up.

"How could I?" she said, then laughed mirthlessly. "Can't decipher something in that pea-sized brain of yours, blood-traitor?"

Ron stared at Hermione in shock. Ginny, on the other hand, drew her wand and cast a hurtling jinx to Hermione. The latter merely flicked her hand and the jinx dissolved instantly. Hermione glanced at Voldemort, who nodded once. The witch faced the crowd.

"Quite a surprise, isn't it?" she said. "Let me explain everything to you, you useless pieces of scum, you who used magic against the Greatest Dark Wizard of all time."

Suddenly, there was a howl of pain.

"That's what you get for trying to curse me, you Mudwader." Said Hermione. The howl of pain came from Cho Chang who seemed to be drying from the inside. "Don't be so surprised my dear audience, it's just an example of what I'll do to the one's who'll try to interrupt me. Now listen if you want to live."

The crowd fell silent. Cho's screams were no more. She was reduced into a very gore looking unwrapped bog mummy. A certain blonde in the crowd was looking at Hermione very intently.

"Now, why don't I start at the very beginning?" said a grinning Hermione. "Ever since I was born, I was and still is, a servant of the Dark Lord. But how, you ask, how can a Mudblood kike Hermione Granger possibly be of service to the Dark Lord?"

"Well, time to reveal me true self." Continued Hermione. "I am not a Mudblood. I am a Pureblood witch named Melpomene Gaunt, descendant of Salazar Slytherin…"

The blonde named Draco Malfoy averted his gaze from Hermione, or should I say, Melpomene, and glanced at a portrait. There was a man in it, waving at him, and the man looked familiar. That long silvery beard and twinkling blue eyes… Draco acted upon instinct, he discreetly went out of sight of the others, and upon reaching a deserted corridor—well, not really deserted, seeing as there are a few bodies and not to mention body parts littered around—he sprinted off to the HeadMaster's office. Reaching the gargoyles, he was not that surprised to see that the gargoyles aren't blocking the doorway. He ran in and climbed the stationary spiral staircase. He burst in the office which was surprisingly in order. He spotted Dumbledore in his portrait, looking at him with defeated eyes.

"Come here, Draco." Said Dumbledore in an exhausted voice. Draco tentatively obeyed. "Make yourself comfortable too, I believe that this is going to be a long talk."

"But Professor, there is a war downstairs." Said Draco.

"The battle is already won, Draco."

Draco fell silent. He sighed, then conjured a chintz chair, and sat on it, facing Dumblrdore.

"Draco, the battle is won, yes, but there is still a chance to save everything." Drawled Dumbledore. "That is, if you listen to me."

Draco nodded, he was speechless. How could there be a chance to save everything when one of the Light's greatest and brightest ally is a Dark follower through and through? How can there be chance to undo this when not one spell could even enter within three feet of Voldemort? How? Draco asked himself.

"Draco, If you'll just listen, you'll understand." Said Dumbledore. "Empty your mind, and take in what I will be saying. Every single word."

Draco simply nodded again. Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"As you have seen, our dearest Hermione revealed her true colors. Shocking, yes it is, and it was extremely unexpected. Even I never thought about it." said Dumbledore. "Not once."

"Well, she was a good actress." Said Draco. Dumbledore nodded once.

"Hermione have known a lot, Harry told her a lot of things about our plans, our strategies. Harry did that because he trusted her. She had his full trust that she was on the Light's side." Said Dumbledore. Draco had a faint thought about this, but he blurted it out anyway.

"Are you… are you hinting that Granger should stay away from Potter?" said Draco. "But that's—that's impossible! Potter's dead!"

Dumbledore sighed. "I know Draco. What we need is time, don't we?" he said.

"Time?" Draco chuckled nervously. "There's no more time! The war's won, we're defeated, we lost."

"Exactly. We have no time, so we will make time."

"What do you mean?"

"Have you ever heard of time travel?"

"Of course! Who hasn't?"

"Good. Because I believe that's our only chance."

"What?" said Draco. Because I believe that's our only chance. "You're mental."

"I may be crazy, yes, but crazy ideas turn out to be successful."

"I—well—er—yes." Draco remembered the Vanishing Cabinet. It did seem crazy, but it worked.

"DO I have your word that you will never breathe this plan to anyone?" said Dumbledore.

"Yes. Professor." Said Draco, nodding.

"Very well."

Dumbledore told Draco the plan [A/N: You will know soon enough. ;)], and Draco listened very carefully, giving him his full attention. When the elder was done, he spoke.

"Ritornare Maledizione? The Curse of Reverts?"

"Exactly. I'm glad you listened to Professor Flitwick."

"Er, it's was Bellatrix who…"

"Taught you the spell?"

"Yes, sir."

"You can perform it?"

"Perfectly, sir."

"Very good to hear. As you know, I won't be able to cast the spell on you."

"Yes, sir."

"Did you understand every single thing that I told you about the plan?"

Draco nodded. "Crystal clear, sir," he said.

"Draco, I believe that our future now lies with you…"

Draco Malfoy looked at the painting of Albus Dumbledore. Sure, he hated the man, but he can't help but feel sorry for him. Dumbledore's twinkling blue eyes were gone. They were replaced by tired, defeated blue eyes, and his tone was utterly desperate. Draco sighed.

"Then so be it, Professor."

"Perform the spell now."

Draco nodded and stood up, readied his wand and shot a look at Dumbledore.

"Good luck." Said Dumbledore. Draco nodded and focused on himself again.

"Ritornare a August 31, 1996!"

Draco was gone in a flash of green light. Dumbledore stared at the place where he vanished, sighed and closed his eyes.

A/N: So was it? I hope you keep on reading this story, and support till the very end.

Take Care!