The beginning of Time is a frightening idea, and an event that is shrouded in even more mystery than what Savitar eats for breakfast. Very few people know what happened in the beginning, and even less admit they were there. All I know is that I am suddenly there, and immortal and I have the rest of my life to think about- one that is probably going to be more work than it's worth.

This is the story of what would have happened if Hermione was the girl who lived. Her best friends are Harry and Ron and her wizard parents were killed by Voldemort and she was adopted by muggles and they never told her. She knows none of this.