Sobbing inconsolably , Hermione cradled her friend Ron's mangled corpse in her arms.

Harry could only stand helplessly at his friends side , he hadn't a word of encouragement to offer at this point-in-time.

Things were beginning to seem hopeless , they'd lost so many during the battle. It wasn't even close to over yet.

Hermione stood , sniffling slightly. Harry noticed something clutched tightly in her fist , it was round and golden in color.

"Hermione. You aren't thinking of going back , are you?"he asked , sure that she wouldn't dare meddle with time.

"Yes. I'm sorry" she whispered twisting the time-turner one last time. She was quickly transported away from the scene , sent flying backwards in time.

Harry stood alone on the bridge now , the momentary silence was almost eerie. "Goodbye" he whispered into the night air.