[Note: this is based on a roleplay my friend and I have done. Thank god for crack pairings. I own nothing; HP belongs to JK Rowling & SPN belongs to Kripke.]


Maybe she was smarter than she gave herself credit for. After all, she had fixed that damned time turner she had come across in an old box of her mum's things. And how many people could say they were able to actually fix an item that was supposed to no longer exist and had supposedly been completely destroyed before she was even born? But, after months of tinkering and research and late nights of fiddling around with it (more than she could say she actually spent sleeping), she had managed to get it back into its prime condition.

The only issue was testing it out. She supposed she could give it to Fred and James to test out, but then she rethought her thought, because really, Fred and James would only destroy it and somehow mange to make her look like a fool in the process. If she could get Albus away from his current girlfriend for five minutes, maybe he'd be willing to try it for her, but she wasn't sure that the two had separate faces anymore. She could forget about devious Lily or stickler Molly. Lucy and Hugo would only joke about it. Teddy and Vic were busy with their jobs. Dominique was too focused on game tactics for the Prides' upcoming match against the Arrows, Louis had disappeared to Merlin knew where with his boyfriend, and she would rather face ten Boggarts than ask Malfoy for help. The Scamander twins were out with their parents, out to catalog a rumoured tropical species of garden gnomes. The only reasonable person left to help her would be Frank Longbottom, but he was so stressed with working the night shifts at the Leaky Cauldron and auror training that she didn't want to ask him for more help in fear of actually driving him insane. And that was something she wasn't prepared to be responsible for. The only other people she could think of were either her aunts and uncles or her own parents, and they would all, without a doubt, take it away because it was "dangerous" (except for Uncle George, but there was a higher chance of him accidentally saying something to one of the others, which would land her in even more trouble).

So, left with no other options, she had packed a bag in case things went wrong; an extra set of clothes, a book, some paper and a pen (because if she learned one thing last year it was that ink vials spilled easily in purses and left stains). She pulled on her favourite jacket and laced up her boots before pulling the chain around her neck. Rose stared down at the time turner as she held it in her hands, biting her lip. Was she really about to do this? Had she actually fixed an object that was so forbidden that the Ministry had destroyed every one left in existence? She had the world's last known time turner in her hands - literally - and she had fixed it herself. So why was she so hesitant to test it out? Maybe it would end like sloppy Apparition, where one half of her ended in the past while the other half remained here. She shuddered at the thought; no, that was disgusting and off-putting.

Think positive, Rose, she told herself, taking a deep breath before finally giving the dial a couple of spins. The room seemed to spin around her, the light changing at a pace that made her dizzy. She didn't want to shut her eyes; it was working! But if she didn't she feared that she would get sick. So she squeezed her eyes shut tight, holding her breath as things finally began to slow down around her. But the one thing that stood out was the music, a song she hardly recognized but had heard only because of Frank's insistence. She didn't listen to that kind of music. And she was... sitting?

Opening her eyes, Rose screamed.

She was in the backseat of some car with two men she had never seen before, and she had no idea where she was.

The brakes were slammed on, making her fall forward and slam the back of her head on the dashboard of the car. She winced and rubbed it tenderly, cracking open an eye to look up at the two that were in the front seat. The one in the passengers seat - no, driver's seat; why was everything backwards? - looked both confused and furious, while the other just stared at her as if she was some sort of ghost. The first man didn't even hesitate to grab a knife from the door and quickly pressed the sharp end against her throat.

"Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my car?" he demanded, and she instantly recognised his accent. American. Rose swallowed the lump growing in her throat, the one that was preventing her from speaking properly. She shrank away as far as she could from the knife, but seeing as how she was already pinned, she had nowhere to go. She glanced between them, beginning to panic.

"What year is it?" she finally managed to choke out. "Please say it's still 2033."

The two exchanged a look, one that she was conflicted about the meaning of. Either they thought she was insane, or they knew more than they would let on.

"It's 2015," the first man finally spoke, though he refused to move the knife. "Now, answer the question, Red."

Rose's eyes widened. No, that's impossible. It couldn't have taken her back that far, and to America. She frowned, trying to collect her thoughts.

"Shit," she breathed, eyeing the knife uneasily. This was either one hell of a prank, one hell of a dream, or one hell of a situation she had gotten herself into.