Changing the past

       Hermione opened her eyes abruptly, then closed them again, wincing at the bright light. There was a feeling that someone deliberately shone a lamp into her eyes. She tried to raise her hand to wipe them off but for some strange reason her body wouldn’t listen to her. She opened her eyes again, slower this time, and blinked a few times, hoping she could make out what was in front of her eyes. She heard someone screaming, someone crying, but she really could not understand what was happening. The last thing she remembered was… the ritual. Merlin, it must have been a bad idea after all. She looked around and was able to understand that she was lying on some strange fenced bed. She could see a young woman cradling a child in her arms. Hermione reached out her hand and tried to say something, but no word came out of her mouth. Just some squeak. The girl frowned. Realizing that she would not be able to speak, Hermione tried to get the attention of the woman, but again abruptly stopped. Can a twenty-year-old girl have the arms of a baby? Finally, the girl felt an icy horror spreading down her back. The ritual worked. They won, but so what? At what cost did they win? How many lives did they lose during this war? Fred, Ron, Fleur, Tonks, Lupine, Lavender, Snape, Dumbledore and even Dobby. How many people suffer because of the death of their loved ones? Minerva from the loss of close friends, Teddy from the loss of her parents, George from her twin brother, and poor Andromeda completely lost everything in the wars. Was it worth it? Or could this have been avoided? These were the questions Hermione was asking two years after the war. No one rejoiced at the victory and everyone knew why. So… Could this have been avoided? The girl really hoped so. Hermione first thought about time travel six months ago, when she and Ginny were drunk discussing the old days and Hermione blabbed about the time-turner. The next day, Ginny didn’t even remember the conversation, but Hermione couldn’t get the idea out of her mind. So she decided to take action. Initially, she didn’t tell anyone, as she didn’t want to give anyone false hope or have anyone try to dissuade her.<br /> Hermione searched all the libraries in Wizarding England and even visited some other well-known libraries, but it was in Vienna that she found the answer. She found this ritual that was supposed to send her back in time. However, she also had concerns. First, it was only mentioned in one book. Secondly, it seemed too light for such a function. Thirdly, nowhere was it said about its reliability and there were no guarantees. Under normal circumstances, Hermione wouldn’t even think of using it. But these were not normal circumstances. The war had taken too much from her. Her family, her friends, her innocence, her life. Therefore, she took a chance… … And here is the result. Who can she save by running around in diapers? “Honey,” Hermione heard a male voice before the door opened. — How are you here? “Charlus, they are so beautiful. I still can’t believe it,” a female voice muttered, and Hermione felt someone approach her bed. She turned her head and stared at the man curiously, wondering what family she had fallen into. The tall, black-haired man looked at her with a loving smile before moving forward and taking her in his arms. Hermione had the distinct feeling that she knew him. The next few minutes, while the man rocked her, she thought about what to do now. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized that she most likely would not be able to return home and that this was a one-way trip. That is, she will never see loved ones again. Hermione cursed herself for the hundredth time for this rash decision. Initially, her plan was to travel to 1980, destroy Voldemort’s Horcruxes and, if possible, himself, but then, of course, she wanted to return to her own time. Yes, the plan was terribly presumptuous. But the hope she felt when she found this book just clouded her mind. She did not hear the further conversation of the man and the woman, just as she did not hear the crying of the child. Hermione was just trying to figure out how she could get home. However, at some point, the man leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, muttering a phrase from which she almost fainted: “Welcome to our world, Hermione Dorea Potter.

***

Five years later Hermione was not a difficult child. She was quiet and calm, intelligent and even-tempered. In general, the complete opposite of his brother. James from birth demanded attention for two — that’s what their mother always said and Hermione couldn’t help but giggle, actually remembering her first years as Hermione Potter very well. Slowly, Hermione began to accept the time she found herself in. And though she said she would never do it, she loved Dorea and the Charlus Potters like her own parents. Of course, the Grangers will always be in her heart, but sometime between her third and fourth year here, she came to terms with the idea of living in this time. In addition, she had a beautiful twin brother. Even though he was annoying, Hermione still loved him. He was part of her soul. Just because she enjoyed life here doesn’t mean she doesn’t miss the people from her old life. Probably not a day went by that she didn’t think about her friends. She wondered how her presence as James' sister changed the future time. Will there even be Hermione Granger in her time? At the age of five, Hermione was determined not to make this trip in vain and therefore was not going to cancel her plan. Of course, I had to edit it a little bit for obvious reasons. Another thing that bothered Hermione was her memories of a past life. Could they have gradually worn off? Should she fix them somehow? And how will she do it without a wand? Hermione quickly hid another dark magic book when she heard a knock on the door. She’d been trying to find a book on Horcruxes for months now and wasn’t surprised to see that there wasn’t a single book in the Potter library that mentioned them. “Hermione, dear,” her mother’s voice called. - Come on, Mom. - How are you? Are you busy? the woman asked as she entered her daughter’s room. Dorea Potter was a stern woman, but a wonderful mother. She was moderately strict and behind all her “no” were care and love. She was the person Hermione always wanted to look up to. “I was just wondering what to do. “Well, I came to invite you to dinner. Hermione frowned slightly as she looked at her watch. - Isn’t it too early? “Your father and I need to go to the ministry tonight. We were invited to a ball. Hermione rolled her eyes. The fact that she suddenly became Hermione Potter did not change her hatred for all the activities of the Ministry. All the people who attended these balls were hypocrites, which her parents knew very well. This Hermione was proud of: they all understood this, but they attended these events, because the funds raised during the evening go to shelters and low-income families. So they went to the dining room, where James and Charlus were already waiting for them at the table. Her brother had already shoved food into his cheeks and Hermione couldn’t help but moan in annoyance. “Oh, it’s started,” James muttered through his mouth full. “James Charlus Potter, what did I say about talking with your mouth full?! Dorea’s voice sounded. Hermione giggled as she sat down in her seat, earning her brother a nasty look. “Decent wizards don’t talk with their mouths full. “So you have every right to,” Hermione joked and laughed when James tried to kick her under the table. Since Hermione and James were sitting next to each other, Hermione’s remark was heard only by the boy. Although, from their father’s sly look, she realized that perhaps not only James heard her. “James, stop kicking or you’ll be punished,” their mother said, apparently noticing her son’s attempts to hit Hermione. “We’ll talk tonight,” James said, narrowing his eyes, in a whisper so that he wouldn’t be caught. Hermione smirked, knowing that once their parents left the house, they would have a legendary pillow fight.

***

Two more years later “Hermione,” a voice whispered. — Hermione! “Back off,” Hermione groaned, rolling over onto her other side and trying to get back to sleep. — Hermione! — Yes what?! She heard James climb onto her bed and, without opening her eyes, began to swing her arms and legs, trying to throw him off. “Ay,” James said, and Hermione knew she had hit her target. She smiled. You are an evil woman! You almost broke my nose. Well, it didn’t break. She heard her brother’s annoyed moans as he recovered from his injury. “Merlin, what do you want?” the girl asked sleepily when her brother still didn’t leave her room for the next five minutes. - I am hungry! Hermione finally opened her eyes and stared at her brother in shock. “You woke me up at one in the morning because you wanted to eat?! she called “Well, yes,” said James, shrugging his shoulders, as if to say, “What are you surprised about?”. Hermione groaned in annoyance as she refrained from throwing something at James. “Then why didn’t you go to Mitzi?” Mitzi is their house elf. She adores Hermione and slightly less James. She was here throughout their lives and even helped their mother give birth to them. It was Mitzi who watched them when their parents were at ministry events, busy with work, or simply wanted to hang out with friends. “She won’t talk to me,” James said suddenly shyly. “And rightly so,” Hermione chuckled. - Hey! - It’s your fault! There was nothing to ride on a broomstick indoors! Mom was upset. And you knocked down her favorite flowers. “She restored them,” James defended, but seeing that she was about to say something, he added: “Mione, why should you go with me to the kitchen.” I promise I’ll leave you after this! Hermione raised an eyebrow. “I swear,” James added. Hermione didn’t believe it. Not a drop. But, since the dream had clearly left her, she agreed. Fifteen minutes later, when they were back in her room with a plate of biscuits, she asked her brother: I still don’t understand why you had to wake me up. Why couldn’t you go get the cookies yourself? “Well, why…” the boy shrugged his shoulders. “If we had been caught, we would have received both of us from my mother. Hermione rolled her eyes. Well, of course.

***

And another four years later “Dad, what happens when we go to Hogwarts?” James asked when they were all seated at the table. It was the night before their first trip to Diagon Alley to buy their first year supplies. Just a few weeks ago, the twins received their letters of invitation to Hogwarts. James had been waiting for this moment ever since he found out about the existence of the castle and, despite the fact that Hermione was much more reserved than James, she, too, was jumping up and down with excitement. “You will be sorted into houses to live in for the duration of your stay at Hogwarts,” Charlus said without taking his eyes off the Daily Prophet. Hermione rolled her eyes, remembering Rita Skeeter. Thank Merlin, so far this woman has been away from the editorial office. “And you’d know that if you ever read Hogwarts A History,” said Hermione, carefully spreading her toast. James rolled his eyes, for which he was reprimanded by his mother. Hermione smirked. “Wait, what if we are sorted into different departments?” James asked, looking terrified at the very thought of being separated from his sister. Hermione froze too and looked doubtfully at her mother. She didn’t even think about that option. “Your relationship will not change even if you are assigned to different faculties. You will be just as friendly and will protect each other. Do you understand me. - Yes mom. — Yes, ma’am. Dorea glanced at James, but he ignored her. “Unbearable children,” she muttered. “You’re going to miss us,” James said with his signature smirk. “I will,” Dorea admitted. “We will both,” Charlus added, smiling at his children and hugging his wife.