Hermione Jean Granger was a good girl. She achieved all 'O's' in her OWLS and NEWTS. She rarely stepped out of the boundaries for rules, and when she did she did so to fight the purest kind of evil. She was a good girl. Hermione Jean Granger also had as secret. She lied to her two best friends since their third year of Hogwarts. She kept the time turner, instead of turning it in. It might be useful for the future she told herself, what's the worst that could happen? She was about to find out.

My eyes were heavy, my body numb. I was sitting on something soft. Ron must of carried me back into the house. He also must of spun the time turner so many times, it gave up. I tried to remember what happened. "BLOODY HELL…." Ron bellowed from upstairs, interrupting Ginny. I shot one look at Harry and we both, as if choreographed, bolted up stairs to Ron's room to see what the fuss was about. As we entered his bedroom, he saw Ron sitting on his bed twiddling something with his fingers.

"Ron! What's happened? What's wrong?" Harry and I asked at the same time.

"Nothing, nothing's wrong guys!" He replied absent minded. I looked down to see what he was fiddling with his. I heard Harry start to talk, in the background but I was lost in thought. Why does that look so familiar? I thought to myself. I took a step closer to observe the object more closely before it hit me.

"Harry?" I asked nervously. Ron was spinning the time turner! My time turner.

"Hermione what is it?" Asked Harry impatiently. Harry eyes followed my gaze and saw what I saw.

"How long have you been fiddling with that thing Ron?" I asked?

"I'm not sure – "but I was interrupted.

"You told me, you turned it in" Harry hissed.

"I... I… Well… It's… "I stuttered. I was lost for words. I just stood there, frozen. Unable to do or even say anything. I felt Harry's gaze on my face. I looked up at him and all I saw was disappointment etched on his face.

"I am so sorry Harry, It's just…"

He cut me off. "It's okay, Herm- RON WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I turned to look at Ron who still spinning the time turner. My stomach turned. I acted before I thought. I didn't really know what I was doing. I reached over and took the time turner from Ron. He looked dazed. I placed the gold chain around my neck and ran.

As I tried to open my eyes, all I saw was white. It was powerfully blinding. I tried to sit myself up, but found it difficult. I opened my eye again, and saw a rack. A rack? I sat up, bolt right and tried to familiarize myself with my new surroundings. I've been there before. I knew I had. It was beautiful, mahogany wooden racks, scarlet red seats and a window. I looked out of the window and realised that we moving. THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS! I jumped up from the seat and opened the compartment door. I ran down the corridor of the train, that's when I saw him. A tall, skinny haired boy with the messiest black hair I've ever seen.

"HARRY!" I yelled, but he didn't turn around. I picked up my pace and ran full pelt towards him. My heart was beating faster and faster. I could feel the excited building in my chest.

"Harry… HARRY!" I continued screaming, but he still didn't turn around. I continued running until I was a few feet away, I sped up and wrapped my arms around him burring my head into his back. It was comfortable to be here with him, knowing where I was. It was safe and calm…

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! NICE SUMMER FLING PRONGS!" chuckled a familiar voice. Prongs. No-one has called Harry 'Prongs' before, but I've heard that name. Where have I heard that name? Potter, Prongs, nope, no connection there. It could mean his patronus… Animagi! I immediately jumped down.

"Potter? James Potter?" I asked. I was scared for their response.