Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or The Maze Runner. Don't sue me.
Contains spoilers. If you haven't yet read The Prisoner of Azkaban, The Scorch Trials, or The Death Cure, I don't suggest reading this until you finish them.
Author's note: This is my first fanfiction and my first released work. I'm very excited to receive feedback in the reviews. If you've any suggestions, comment them and I SOLEMNLY SWEAR I'll read them.
Hold on to your butts, 'cause I'm about to spare the lives of my favorite deceased characters.
Chapter One
Hermione had everything under control. Her eyes were bloodshot and her papers slightly scrambled, but she still a strange sense of calm.
She fingered the chain resting below her shirt, careful not to disturb its charm. Her failsafe; beautiful and useful and dangerous. One quick turn could fix her most recent problems— or worsen them. It was all a matter of how she played the game, and she chose to abide by the rules.
"Don't use your Time-Turner for personal affairs. It's property of the Ministry and you're only to use it to get to your classes," Professor Mcgonagall had told her. "Don't shake it, or show it off. Certainly don't break it— you will not receive a replacement."
She'd proudly accepted the trinket, thrilled at the thought of attending multiple classes at the same time.
Soon the girls' dormitory would begin to fill with her schoolmates. Glancing around, she gently pulled the Time Turner over her head and set it on her bed as she began to sift through her trunk. Crookshanks slipped out from under her bed and rubbed up against her leg. Scooping him up, she sat down on her trunk to pet him.
"Crookshanks is so cute!" Lavender Brown called, popping her head through the doorway. Hermione dropped him and scrambled to grab the Time Turner, fighting the urge to scream.
"Oh- oh, yes, he's great," she stuttered, grabbing the chain off of her mattress.
"What's that?" Lavender asked, appearing over her shoulder. Hermione winced.
"Just a trinket of my mother's."
"Let's see it, then."
"Oops," said Hermione, dropping the Time Turner as gently as she could manage. "Looks like it's broken. Sorry."
Lavender raised one eyebrow, shrugged, grabbed her slippers, and left.
As soon as her bouncing ponytail disappeared from view, Hermione fell to her knees and checked the Time Turner for damage.
A spiderweb crack had blossomed across the surface of the glass, so fragile Hermione hesitated to touch it.
She didn't dare use magic to repair it— she couldn't even trust herself on this. She'd have to continue to use it the way it was. It was that or having to give up her extra classes, and she could never surrender them.
She recalled the phrase she'd said to Harry and Ron in her first year. She'd been much more cautious then, and had still managed to get into a spot of trouble. "Now if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed - or worse, expelled."
Chuckling at the memory, she stood and hung the chain around her neck. A familiar cold prickle arose across her collarbone. Wearing it made the whole situation seem a lot more manageable— after all, it was just a crack.