"Why have you told me this?" "I'm the Dark Lord, Hermione." Hermione's eyes hardened, but the sadness did not leave them. "I hate you," she uttered quietly, but they were not the words he heard and they were not the words she meant, and with a smirk on the barely existent lips on the face that was not his, he subtly nodded and pulled his robe from her vice-like grip. "I know."

Hermione feels torn as the Weasley's grieve, longing to help them somehow. If only she could go back in time and prevent Fred's death...

The war is over. The Trio's year is repeating, with a new course. It's the dreaded Family Planning. Everyone will pair off and take turns being the child working with another pair. Hermione gets stuck with Malfoy. But why is she so terrified of returning to her childhood? What's so bad that she'd risk her grade to stop from being reverted to her six-year-old self?