A Secret is Meant to be Kept

When Ron lashes out at Hermione and gets them into a sticky situation, Hermione transports herself back in time. But the Marauders Era was a bit farther than she expected. She must figure out how to reverse the spell, deal with falling in love all over again and fight against some of the most notorious Death Eaters, who are inside the castle's walls. Not as intruders, but as classmates.


1. Have the Heart

"Well maybe if you would shut up for a moment, we could actually think of a way to destroy a bloody Horcrux!" Ron said, forcefully slamming his hand on the table.  "Look where we are 'Mione!  The middle of nowhere in a bloody tent, searching for who the hell knows what!  And what do you suggest, finding a way into the Malfoy Manor?  I thought we were trying to stay alive."

Hermione very well knew the situation that they were in.  She had devised a plan to get them into the Malfoy Manor, in order to hopefully find one of the several Horcruxes they had yet to locate.  Blatantly ignoring Ron's rant, Hermione mentally revisited her plan, becoming annoyed with the fact that Ron had failed to see it's beauty.  Paired with the security of her plan, catching a glimmer of the locket that hung around Ron's neck gave Hermione reassurance that he wasn't actually angry with her.

"Take it off," she said cooly.

"What?  Now you don't even trust me with Voldemort's -"

His final breath was cut off with the sound of a thud and Hermione dashing across the clearing, latching onto her wand, prepared for battle.  Harry hot on her tail, the pair ran from the tent.  Ron, realizing his mistake, followed the pair, only to be greeted by a number of death eaters.  Hermione only let out a small gasp as she took in the overwhelming number of Death Eaters surrounding them.  

"Run!" she cried out, beginning to shoot jinxes from her wand.  Figuring she was outnumbered, she eyed the enemy, weighed her odds, and concluded that they were definitely not in her favor.  Turning on her heel, she was met by a puffy-faced Harry, struggling in the arms of a masked Death Eater.

"Save yourself, go," he choked.

For the first time in days, Hermione faltered, allowing a tear to fall from her face.

"No," she said, raising her shaky hand to point her wand directly in the face of the Death Eater that was restricting Harry.

"One more move and your boyfriend gets it," a strangely familiar, almost whimpering voice, said.  Almost whimpering ... as if he didn't have the heart, or maybe the guts, to kill Harry.

"Aparecium," Hermione stuttered, revealing the face of Peter Pettigrew from under the mask.  The man who may as well have killed Lily and James himself, currently pushing their son toward that same fate.  Harry Potter, "The Boy Who Lived", her best friend.  Wishing things were as simple as her 3rd year days where just a few ticks of the time turner could send her back, Hermione weighed the most important decision of her life.  

"Go!  You have to do this, you have to find them, he has to die," Harry said, continuing to struggle, even against the fragile Wormtail.  There was a way that she could go back, only one, but she had heard about wizards who meddle with time.

"Clocca redire chronos," she whispered, and everything went black.

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