She felt her heart stop. After everything they had done, everything they had accomplished, they had still failed. Harry was dead, the war was over, but the fighting had yet to cease. The Death Eaters were no longer killing out of necessity for their cause, but instead they were killing for fun, ensuring that everyone around knew that it was the dark who had won and there was nothing left to be done about it. She turned to her left and saw her two favourite professors, McGonagall stared her down with a determined look in her eyes, whilst Lupin gave her a small sad smile. She noticed that Death Eaters were descending on the three of them, but as neither of her professors raised a wand to stop them, neither did she. Instead, Lupin and McGonagall pointed their wands at her, and although Lupin whispered softly, Hermione still heard his words. The last thing she remembered was being hit by gold, silver and green spells and the soft words floating on the wind. "Change it."
A/N: So this is the prologue to my new story, it's a bit of a cliché in the fact that it's a time-travel fic. I hope to keep it interesting and free from as many other clichés as possible! Reviews would be wonderful thank you!