AN/ I know I'm not a very good writer, however I gave it a go. Disclaimer, I obviously don't own this world, but I will make up a few characters.
Deatheaters, four of them. Hermione calculated her chance of surviving this, but came up with no answer as to how she could save herself. She contemplated giving up, and letting them kill her or torture her.
She didn't care anymore, Hermione had watched Voldemort and his posse of demon spawn torture her friends, kill Ronald and the boy who lived with only a mere flick of their wands. With no reason to go on, with no one to live for, she seriously considered letting them do what they wanted with her.
However, the time turner that hung around her neck seemed to call to her, bringing an old memory to mind, of her third year.
Dumbledore sat at his desk, with a small smile on his kind face and a twinkle in his eye. 'I see Professor Mcgonnagol has given you the time turner.'
'Yes sir, it is only so I can attend more classes, you see.' Hermione smiled timidly, shuffling her feet.
'Yes, yes, I know. However, you can use your timeturner to correct mistakes, or change the past if extremely necessary. But, now is not the time.'
'Sir?'
'I trust you will know when is necessary.'
Grasping the golden timeturner around her neck, Hermione closed her eyes, inhaled, and threw herself into the past as the sands of time broke free when she shattered the gold object.
AN/ R&R xoxo