Chapter 1
"Mione, this is probably the smartest idea you've ever come up with but why does it have to be you?"
It's definitely not.
Since Hermione was constantly named the 'brightest witch of her age' this comment from Ron didn't surprise her, but to her credit, she had mustered up much better schemes before. Though she would never voice these opinions, since for once, she felt like doing something unpredictable and unlike her character.
Number 12 grimmauld place's clock ticked another hour, 4 long hours of constant chimes and incisive clicking caused Hermione to groan, her voice completely drowned by the arguments arising that had all started by her brilliant fucking idea. Fucking brilliant, so why had the order members been debating for so long. Her back ached from the stern make of the wooden chair as she now averted her attention to the motherly member of the group.
Molly weasley was strongly against her solution to the war which was bloody ridiculous. She loved molly sure, but god did the women talk. Spouting out nothing but complaints till Hermione was sure the hatred towards her task was personal. Ginny tended to add in her own few unnecessary points every so often about how her mother was right. Mother like daughter you could say, but that would be an understatement.
Everyone seemed so strongly against her and it was infuriating. It wasn't like she was being held against her will, hell she was a war child and the fact they don't believe it possible for her to time travel was absolutely bizarre. Hermione granger had probably been through more traumatic experiences than half the people sat at the wide oak table, not to mention the amounts of times she had saved Harry and Ron from unending doom and a couple hundred near deaths, yet they get to decide her fate.
It pissed her off. Pissed her off so much she had a strong desire to just slam her fists against the table, grab the time turner and flip everyone off as she vanished from this realm. Yet here she was, managing to hold her facade. Nobody noticing the amount of anger threading itself through Hermione's body and seeping out through strong deep breathes. That was the method she had always used when her wild fury had become agonizing. The golden locked girl had used this multiple times, even for the littlest things: when Ron would chew with his mouth open and spit would fling onto her book, when Harry would insist he didn't need help when he clearly did or when draco malfoy would constantly have the need to murmur something about her dirty blood. God she hated it all.
Maybe fleeing from this era would be a good thing, the release she needed and deeply desired. Who says an assassination couldn't also be a holiday of some sort.
Remus stood at the head of the table with his arms supported on the table in attempt to calm all members.
"I think Hermione will be fine, Job done and sorted then she can come home to us in chip chop time" Fred chimed in giving her a playful wink. The only wizard in the room with a goddamn brain, although many would disagree.
The clock was rapidly ticking now all other noise significantly smaller than the one object. In some respects she found her patience wearing away at the same speed of the time box.
She hadn't feared anything in a long time, her emotions had been on hold and numb ever since hermione had obliviated her beloved parents. Not even modern day Voldemort could affright her, nothing mattered to her. The whole wizarding world relied on the young witch but she didn't care, she didn't care about any of these motherfuckers. What had they ever done for her other than drag her into a war. The answer was absolutely fucking nothing.
However hermione still had a sense of the young muggle born witch burried inside of her that had the constant need to prove herself to everyone. The stupid voice inside of her head would whisper every so often that she didn't deserve to be a witch. Didn't deserve to be called the 'golden girl' or be apart of the famous trio. She cursed the fact she couldn't shut out that penetrative, irritating command that was rooted deep in her brain.
That and the fact that she needed some type of escape from this reality was the reason she so desperately needed that time turner and there it was again. The order member's voices had returned back to hermione's ears and she winced in disgust. She painted on the sweet smile she had perfected over the years and let out a rather loud sigh that made everybody slowly turn their gazes towards the pretty witch.
A sea of eyes latched onto Hermione and as she opened her mouth to speak Ron decided to whine, stealing her well deserved spotlight, how did molly mess up so bad with this one.
What a bastard.
The boy who only ever thought about food and has no valuable traits, unless you count wizards chess, decided on speaking against her. She had suffered seven long years with the red head and he still had the need to pretend that he loved her, because if he loved her then why would nothing tingle or sparkle like she expected when he would hold her or stroke her hair -even as she would show her irritation to how it frizzed her hair- or try to comfort her, if anything it made her feel even more lonely. It wasn't right and any hope of them having a future together was abolished by those little touches that she felt repulsed by. She might've once loved him but she was young and childish. Naive as to what he was truly like, everyone saw them as a couple and once upon a time she liked the attention and the gaze from other people. Now she loathed it, hated everything and everyone who had muttered those words or meant-to-be sweet phrases. She had been in the spotlight since she was young by accompanying Harry. Ron was just useless on the sidelines, he didn't have the brains or the chosen mark, just a bloody appetite.
He was an oblivious dick. He swallowed every lie hermione would feed him: How the marks on her arms were from spells gone wrong and that she really needed to master the incendio charm, or how she would obtain eyebags from the late night reading. Anybody with half a brain knew conjuring fire was a second year spell and she was extremely capable.
"Will.you.stop.talking.Ronald." She exclaimed still holding that sweet smile whilst whacking the ginger boy. Not hard enough for it to hurt but she wished it would harm him a little.
"I believe I have just as much right to achieve this task as the most of you-"
"that's not what we mean mione, dark curses can do bad things to your heart and that"
"and who here hasn't shot an 'avada' before then?"
The room remained silent.
"My soul won't be pained from one curse, if anyone from the order of the Phoenix was capable of this I would be your best candidate and you cannot deny it"
Wood against metal was the next thing her eyes and ears latched on to, as the mechanical item was passed against the table by Remus Lupin and appeared infront of Hermione. She grabbed ahold of the watch and brushed her nimble fingers against the golden locket before circling the dents and markings embedded into it from time and previous owners. Her eyes focused on the time turner that was currently laying comfortably in the palm of her hand.
"you trust me?"
A nod of approval from Remus was all she needed to release a sigh of relief, she wasn't really up for having to steal the bloody thing.
"It's a suicide mission, a smart girl like you does realise that?"
"what more have I got to loose?"
One slight nod of validation from everyone and a murmur she couldn’t be bothered to depict from Molly was all she needed before she departed the current time.
A crackling sound imploded on the room and Hermione was gone. Leaving an eerie silence and uncomfortable aura surrounding each member.
She always got her way.