Disclaimer: The characters are not my own and belong to J.k. Rowling and her world of Harry Potter.

Author's Note: There is an excerpt listed as a flashback in this chapter that is a modified version of text directly from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (and Pottermore). Even if you're familiar with the scene please read it so you catch the modification! Enjoy!

Chapter One

"Run!" Hermione yelled to the boys. She held her wand as steady as she could, attempting to keep the barrier up as long as she could.

"Come on 'Mione, we have to go!" Ron shouted back, tugging at her arm.

"I can't move, if I move the wards will come down and their anti-apparition wards will take over before we can apparate. You two go now and I'll be right after."

"But you just said.."

"I can apparate as soon as I drop, it'll be enough time Ron. I know what I'm doing, now get Harry and go!" She cried. It would not be enough time, that is not how the wards worked and she knew it. She also knew that Harry and Ron had to leave, she had to keep Harry safe.

"I love you." Ron said as he grabbed Harry's arm.

"Be safe." She whispered, a tear sliding down her cheek, as their crack of apparition dissipated. She stood, holding the barrier. She knew it was going to fall at any moment and she had no clue how she should go about this. Was she better of just killing herself now? But she knew she couldn't do it – she was Hermione Granger and she would not go down without a fight. With that thought she steeled herself and dropped the barrier, immediately firing off as many stunners, not even stopping to see who the attackers were.

"Find them!" She heard the shrillness, cringing with as she recognized the voice. "Oo, has the mud blood come to play?" Bellatrix said, dancing closer to where Hermione stood, attempting to deflect curses coming form the snatchers. "Go away!" She snapped at the snatchers, "the mudblood and I are going to have a little fun". She sang.

"They're gone Bellatrix. You're not going to find them."

"But of course I will! The only thing keeping me from finding them was you, my dear. Potter and Weasley, survive on their own? Ha! Unlikely, not without their little mudblood."

Hermione fired off a spell, hoping to catch the witch unaware.

Bellatrix growled, "now, now little mudblood," she cackled, "I'm simply trying to have some girl time and you're being, RUDE!" She shouted the last bit, snarling towards Hermione.

"They are truly gone, Bellatrix." Lucius said, his haggard expression causing him to look old and decrepit. Bellatrix screamed. That was when the barrage of spells started towards her.

"Filthy little mudblood, stealing our magic! You don't deserve it and I'll have it back now."

Hermione couldn't respond, all of her concentration was going into deflected spells. At that moment a particularly nasty spell ripped through her shield, stinging her should and causing her to cry out. Her vision swayed, she blocked one more spell before dropping to her knees with a groan.

Bellatrix cackled. "Good bye, little mudblood." She said, running her hand down Hermione's cheek, with an almost loving caress.

"Avada Kedavra."

Time froze as the spell hit Hermione square in the chest. You see during her third year, Hermione had received a time turner from Professor McGonagall. She used it the entire year to attend her courses. It was during that year that she, Harry and Ron helped Sirius and Buckbeak escape from the clutches of the ministry.

*Flashback*

'What we need,' said Dumbledore slowly, and his light-blue eyes moved from Harry to Hermione, 'is more time.'

'But' Hermione began. And then her eyes became very round.

'OH!'

'Now, pay attention,' said Dumbledore, speaking very low, and very clearly. 'Sirius is locked in Professor Flitwick's office on the seventh floor. Thirteenth window from the right of the West Tower. If all goes well, you will be able to save more than one innocent life tonight. But remember this, both of you. You must not be seen. Miss Granger, you know the law, you know what is at stake ... you must not be seen.'

Harry didn't have a clue what was going on. Dumbledore had turned on his heel and looked back as he reached the door.

'After tonight you will not be able to use it again. For this to work, both of you must go back and the design will not allow another use. Do you understand ?'

'Yes sir, but Sirius' life is worth it.'

'I am going to lock you in. It is' he consulted his watch, 'five minutes to midnight. Miss Granger, three turns should do it. Good luck.'

'Good luck?' Harry repeated, as the door closed behind Dumbledore. 'Three turns? What's he talking about? What are we supposed to do?'

But Hermione was fumbling with the neck of her robes, pulling from beneath them a very long, very fine gold chain.

'Harry, come here,' she said urgently. 'Quick!'

Harry moved towards her, completely bewildered. She was holding the chain out. He saw a tiny, sparkling hour-glass hanging from it.

'Here'

She had thrown the chain around his neck, too.

'Ready?' she said breathlessly.

'What are we doing?' Harry said, completely lost.

Hermione turned the hour-glass over three times.

The dark ward dissolved. Harry had the sensation that he was flying, very fast, backwards. A blur of colours and shapes rushed past him; his ears were pounding. He tried to yell but couldn't hear his own voice.

And then he felt solid ground beneath his feet, and everything came into focus again.

He was standing next to Hermione in the deserted Entrance Hall and a stream of golden sunlight was falling across the paved floor from the open front doors. He looked wildly around at Hermione, the chain of the hour-glass cutting into his neck.

'Hermione, what?'

'In here!' Hermione seized Harry's arm and dragged him across the hall to the door of a broom cupboard; she opened it, pushed him inside amongst the buckets and mops, followed him in, then slammed the door behind them.

'What, how, Hermione, what happened?'

'We've gone back in time,' Hermione whispered, lifting the chain off Harry's neck in the darkness. 'Three hours back'. Hermione looked down at her time turner, running her finger along the fine cracks that now appeared on the hourglass.

'Looks broken'. Harry said, peering over her shoulder and the odd necklace.

'It is, it wasn't meant to take two people back in time.'

'Can you fix it?' Harry asked.

'No, once a time turner is cracker, it cannot be repaired. But we don't have time to dwell on it. It's time to save Sirius.'

*End Flashback*

Time turners are such a rare magical artifact that there is almost no published work in the entire wizarding world. The mechanics of time travel are even still simply theory, with only a few published cases of what happens when wizards meddle with time. So, unbeknownst to Hermione, when she chose to continue wearing the broken time turner it would cause her to meddle with time.

The green spell crashed into her chest, slamming into the broken time turner beneath her shirt and shattering the glass completely. Hermione screamed, her chest feeling as though it had erupted into flames as the grains of sand began to sink into her flesh. She flailed her arms frantically, tearing at her shirt in a vain attempt to remove it and get to whatever was causing the excruciating pain.

Bellatrix, Lucius and the snatchers all stood in silence, no one understanding what was happening. It was the killing curse, the girl should have died immediately. Had Bellatrix cast the curse incorrectly? Was this some sort of ancient magic the Order had found? Before anyone had been able to completely stabilize their thoughts, the girls screaming stopped with a light 'pop'.

And Hermione Granger was gone.