The moment Harry draws his final breath, Hermione's world came crashing down, she choked down a sob and Something in her exploded, the grief she felt slowly turned into blind hot rage of anger, She looked up at the grinning hypocritical noseless bastard as his laugh boomed around the silence. She tried to keep her rage, but her anchor wasn't there anymore to stable her so, she let go. she screamed. She screamed all of her grief, misery, sorrow, pain, heartache, agony, love. She screamed it all. A scream that shook the once impenetrable castle, a scream that brought the hundreds in front of her shivers down their spine. A scream that stopped the dark lord himself from celebrating. And then it happened, a magical force resounding the two raven haired wizards that extended in a circle that pushed everyone back with such force that cracks of bones rang the silence. A magical force that cut through time and space just because of a single scream that held so much power. A powerful force that pushed the wild raven haired, hazel-grey eyed witch back to her home, where the blood wards welcomed her like an old friend. Only this time, she was more than two decades back and in her younger selfs body.