Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle, Albus Dumbledore, Tom Marvolo Riddle, Abraxas Malfoy
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R
Метки:
slice-of-life in times-of-war, Worldbuilding, School Life, Politics, Political Manoeuvres, 1940s, WWII, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Psychological, Fantasy Medical Stuff, I read too much Team Medical Dragon, Sociopathic character, psychopathic character, Connecticut Yankee, Unspeakable Hermione Granger, Magical Theory, Epic-length Fic, Competence Kink, Some degree of amnesia involved, Realistic Take, No Rose-Tinted Glasses, No Senseless Character Bashing, Can be hyperrealistic on the details, And you thought Victor Hugo detailing Parisian sewers was bad, Competence Porn, In which you get to see the geniuses at work, instead of just seeing other people comment on how smart they are
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2 786 Кб
Язык:
English
Статус:
В процессе
Опубликован:
23.11.2017 — 29.06.2019
Unspeakable Granger wakes up with missing memories in Hogwarts...in 1942. Hermione might not remember much, but she knew that even post-Voldemort, there were many wannabe dark lords she and her friends had to fight against. The world wasn't automatically sunshine and roses just because they've defeated Voldemort.
Also, go back? What go back? If she doesn't even know how she got here with all the wounds she had, then there's really no guarantee that a safe way to jump forward exists!
Yet the possibilities that are open to her...
if she could change the wizarding world half a century earlier, maybe they'd be more prepared against dark lords in the future. Perhaps a better world for the friends she'd left. With this in mind, Hermione Curie (Granger) sets out to use her field healer and master arithmancer abilities to the fullest (if she had to invent a couple of things earlier than they actually happened in her old future, so be it). Not to mention that in her very-biased-opinion, the wizarding world needs to be dragged out of its old prejudices, kicking and screaming if necessary. But who is that particular prefect? Her mind itches at seeing him…