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A.N.: Hey everyone, I'm a huge fan of Fleurmione and since I have apparently read every single fic on this pairing in the entire universe, I decided to try my chances at writing one. English is not my first language and I have not written a single story in a really long time so I readily apologize for all mistakes and nonsense. Prologue is super short, but first chapter is right with it.

Hope you guys enjoy it.

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Prologue

She sat on the wooden stool with a small fragile object chain dangling from her fingers as she stared vaguely ahead. Every minute or so she would sigh, or so the young wizard took note as he had observed over the last thirty minutes or so.

They were both muddy, bruised and exhausted, yet refused to leave the gloomy kitchen. The boy didn't know why she sat still, he knew only why he waited. He felt darkness around his own neck, trying to lure him every second of every moment; still he knew his best friend needed him. She was close to a breakdown and someone had to be by her side. He had to be by her side.

That is why when the pattern was broken and instead of a sigh, he heard his best friend's voice, hoarse and dull, he controlled himself not to gasp in surprise.

"How many do you think it would take, Harry?"

"Take what?"

She finally stopped twirling the small object and raised her head to look him in the eyes, "Turns. How many turns do you think it would take?"

Hermione took a deep breath and the wizard waited for her next words. He learnt more of his friend in the last 24 hours than all the years they had known each other combined. He could try and blame the war, constant danger and threats on their lives, but there was really no excuse not to have seen that the one person who had been by his side through all of those had been falling apart.

"To go back 3 years and fix what I've done"