A/N: Hey there! The story is basically just translated from the Swedish version (also made by me), but some details are changed. I hope you like it and feel free to review!

x, Ylva

1. The Time-Turner

Hermione Granger ran through Hogwart's corridors, towards the Headmaster's office. She avoided several curses and stepped over corpses, without knowing who they may have belonged to or even if they had been or Hermione's side or not. From the downstairs she seemed to hear Lord Voldemort's cold laughter...

But she should not think about that now. She had to focus on the task that Harry had given her;

"Get a time-turner, Hermione", he had told her. "Now, hurry!"

Hermione had honestly no idea where to find a time-turner these days, since they had crashed the Ministry of Magic's inventory nearly 2 years ago. But Dumbledore's former office seemed to be a great place to start looking.

She had now reached the statues that guarded the office.

It wasn't before now she realized that she didn't know the password.

She had just open her mouth to explain her situation, when she saw that the statue was already about to move itself out of the way, meanwhile it mumbled thing that sounded like 'enough' and 'never seen anything like this'.

"Thanks", Hermione smiled. She hesitated for a second or two, but when she heard another painful scream from the battle, she immediately rushed up the stairs without looking back.

Even if Dumbledore was dead and no longer Headmaster, a lot of his things were kept at the school. His portrait above the desk was looking down at her, with his long beard and the crooked nose.

"Good evening, professor Dumbledore.", she said.

"Good evening, miss Granger. Could you please pick up that map, can you? It can be dangerous in the wrong hands."

Hermione hadn't noticed it when she came into the room, but there, visible for everyone on the desktop, were the Marauder's Map. She could see how hundreds of people were at this very moment fighting for their rights around the whole castle. Harry must've had forgot it there earlier.

"Mischief managed", she whispered. The figures on the parchment erised slowly.

She picked it up and put into the pockets of her jeans.

"I know what you are looking for, miss Granger", Dumbledore said quietly. "They're in the top drawer on the right."

"Sir, are you sure..."

"Dear child, if it can stop Voldemort, do what you have to do!", Dumbledore interrupted her. He sighed. "I have no use for them anyways. Do it. It's Hogwart's only chance, miss Granger."

Hermione nodded and took a deep breath.

Then, carefully, she opened the drawer in the desktop. There was the hour glass, in a beautiful, long chain; it looked exactly like the time-turned she had got during her third year.

"I will do my best, professor", Hermione said as she hung the chain 'round her neck.

No answer. And it wasn't only Dumbledore's portrait that had got silent. Suddenly Hermione noticed how quite everything was, no sounds from the fight at all... did they won? Was Voldemort dead? But no... there were no shouts of joy from her friends or any loud laughter from Hagrid. What if...?

Hermione's legs felt like spaghetti; she could not stand. Despaired, she fell down on the floor.

"No!", she gasped and put her hand to the mouth. "No, no, no!"

Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville, Luna... Dead. Gone for good.

She hid her head in her hands, she wanted to disappear too.

If she just hadn't listen to Harry... It had been a waste of time to get the time-turner, they could've won... If she just was there, fighting with them...

"No...", she whispered again. "No... no."

"Oh yes, miss Granger."

The voice laughed a raw laugh.

Hermione looked up and saw right into Lord Voldemort's red eyes.

"Did you really think it would go that easy?", he asked. "Did you really think, that you could win the battle against the greatest sorcerer in the world?"

He grinned at her.

"But do you know what, Hermione?", Voldemort hissed. "No one ever survives lord Voldemort's anger. Not the Potter boy... and especially not you, you filthy little mudblood."

Hermione did not say anything. She just closed her eyes, because she would die, she knew that... She would die, like her friends did.

Voldemort's voice was the last thing she heard before everything went black.

"Avada Kedavra!"