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Hermione’s Return
Prologue
Hermione had worked in R&D at Gringotts for the last few years of her varied career. As such, she had been in the archives doing research on a power problem that was endemic in the higher warding schemes when a rival to her work appeared before her. The former ‘Claw had decided to get a jump on her in that particular research and cast an untried spell at her to make her disappear.
Next thing she knew, she was back in time, in her two-year-old body, on THAT night that Harry became an orphan.
The first words out of her mouth were “Bugger.”
Chapter One:
Toddlerhood:
She recognized her old bedroom and the fact that she had been moved to a toddler bed from the crib. She was still in nappies though the fresh toddler memories showed she had recently received a potty chair.
Her parents were celebrating the holiday downstairs with friends, and if memory served, she now had a nanny to care for her instead of them. They were currently busy with their work and social life and didn’t want to worry about an infant more than pulling her out to show off how wonderful they were.
She would have the full-time nanny till she started school full time. Then she would have a caretaker to get her from school and until her parents got home from work or their social lives.
Having the caretaker until her parents deemed, she could take care of herself just before she headed off to boarding school. That the school was Hogwarts was just coincidence as it would have been another one. Probably a year-round one, knowing her luck and her parents’ wishes. That was why she had gotten away with being over at the Weasley’s so much in her formative years.
Her raising was what led to being “Child-Free” as she knew she had no maternal instinct which was why the family-oriented Ron and she had ended up breaking up and Ron going onto marry Lavender instead.
She ended up going to the International Academy for her Masteries instead and Harry had become a hermit in Grimmauld while raising Teddy, his godson, because of the press’ involvement in his private life at the get go.
The history books called their magical generation the lost war generation due to all those lost one way or another due to having to fight the previous generation’s war while they were still all but children and then having to rebuild their society without mental health care given to them. The elder generation forgetting everything owed to them and just trying to go back to the way it had been before. But the fighters just lost hope when they saw all was for nothing and became the lost ones.
Harry leading that at their symbol.
But now that she was back in time, even if she was in her two-year-old body, would try to see to it that she, at least, aided Harry in not becoming a lost child to Pan’s Neverland.
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After waking up again, she saw through her window by her bed that dawn was coming. Maneuvering herself around the bed rails to get off the bed and head to take off the nappy and use the potty chair, and she got into her dresser to get the tights that went with the new pull ups and skirt she pulled out. Along with long sleeved shirt.
Testing her magic, she found it normal for her age, so only her mind came back with her and not her magic as well. Meaning she would have to work to bring it up to where she could properly work with it. Doing it gradually to not destroy it or do any damage to it.
And that was where her non-textbook reading would come in. As she likes sci-fi more than fantasy since she lived that life already. She had always wondered and had got into discussions with others who were in the know, of the sameness and differences of the Force and magic as they knew it.
Now she would put to practice what she had preached so long ago. This time through her growing life, she would master her magic as one would do the force. If she added the voice training of the Bene Gesserit from Dune, well then, all the better.
There had been a time in her early training and work, that she had been chosen to pass or fail in a job going to magical sites in the Middle East to study the ancient ways of warding and runic writing. It was while doing this she had renewed her love of Herbert’s Dune. Something she was now going to train in as well as the Jedi training.
First thing though, she would have to get used to her younger body, and her younger levels. Then, and only then, could she begin the work she now had time to do.
Chapter Two:
Childhood:
“If you always put limits on everything you do, physical or anything else, it will spread into your work and into your life. There are no limits. There are only plateaus, and you must not stay there, you must go beyond them.” ― Bruce Lee
She re-mastered her mind by the age of two and a half and her magic by the age of three. Her body was an ongoing project as she continued to grow.
While she had been in the Middle East, her own need to know and understand had her getting a copy of the local Quran. Her own language skills helped her easily mentally translating the words so she could read it. The meanings were deeper than the simple words and as others around her, she too, studies the holy book in her spare time. Cross the books’ words with what she knew of the Old Testament where it was needed.
From there, the other Holy books and books of philosophy and art.
She did the same during her travels for work in Asia, then through Japan, when she was transferred there for several years. Both as an assistant in research and as the British ICW Representative in that country.
Picking up the body meditative arts as she traveled to later have them flow with the French Salat. Along with the love of the art of the sword.
In this new time, she built up her body with these arts and faced Jerusalem in her meditation as in times of old. Centering herself for the start and end of each day, and the checks of the flows of her force of magic through her pathways in her body. Strengthening each as she did so, and in doing so, made them greater. Yet in tune with the world around her.
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She had just transitioned to a care giver for her time at school. And she would be starting at the nearby public school for the first full time day.
She had been allowed early entrance due to passing the testing requirements for the infants class. Since the public school’s motto was Academics and Achievement to the Requirement of All.
The fact that during her own light questioning by a staff member to get in, she had answered the questions in articulated Academic Latin and Parisian French help a lot too.
In class, she practiced her movements to flow into each other by getting her caretaker to get her bells to wear that would jungle if she moved, helped as she worked to keep them silent. Annoying everyone around her, until she had mastered the movements to keep them silent. Then annoying them further as no one ever knew where she was.
Her surviving, being Enemy number two, during the war and living further in war zones when she got older, gave her a real-world view of bullies and their cowardice. The few times they tried her, they didn’t try again as they found that when her cutting words did nothing, her body decimated them. And her logic out spoke their phrases about not being guilty of starting it to the adults around them. That, and that she became the champion of those they wanted something from, and they were not having a good time at all.
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Her care giver basically allowed her free range after she got out of infants. Something she took too with a gusto, going to the park to practice her tumbling and gymnastics or Free Running. Or going to read at the local library. Finding the local access to the magical London Library and getting to re-read the old books there at her leisure.
Writing academic works on Words of Power that were not the Unforgivables. But other words in the Elder Languages, and not just the destructive ones but also those for building and for healing.
She did another on the augmented magic on the body arts. The history of the Ancient Societies that used them as means of fighting and the build their great civilizations in the past.
Saving these for later submissions when she got older and would be believed. And in the meantime, she submitted minor papers on these subjects and more to get the recognition now for later in the academic world.
By the time she was left alone it was the summer before she turned ten. By now, she had mastered the old curriculum of the School of Hogwarts during the time Dumbledore had gone there as a student. Except for history. That she studied up to the present.
Except for the practical for potions and alchemy, she would have passed even herbology as there were greenhouses nearby for those who wished time there.
Her wanded subjects were now done without a focus and were done without words. Just finger pointing. If that.
She had even finally figured out the power problem she had been studying before her journey back in time.
None of it was recorded where she could get credit for it for now, though she used her new abilities to get into the secondary school for the International Academy in Greece. Bringing Harry, whom she had set up correspondence through her teachers, to his to him, when they were much younger, along with her.
To both adults in their lives it brought joy as the school was a year-round school for those who wished it. And they definitely did.
Signing on the dotted line in July of their tenth year. And totally bypassing Dumbledore’s machinations as they were gone by the time he got around to thinking of getting Harry for his adventures at his school.
Her mental words to Albus, ‘Thanks for nothing Blood Purists. From Enemies number one and two. Solve your own fucking problems without us. As we WON’T call you, don’t call us.
HJG and HJP. '
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10/4/2025