PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS: GET ME OUT OF HERE

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New fic! Tomione is my other fav pairing, so yay C:

EDIT: Renamed from Get Me Out of Here to Fading.Based off the song Fading by Decyfer Down. It fits Tom PERFECTLY.

Fading – Chapter 1

By yukiandzero

Run, was the first word that came into Hermione's head when the elevator stopped.

"Department of Mysteries."

And she ran, blindly turning corners so they wouldn't catch her, but hoping to find her destination eventually.

"Get her!" The shrill, angry voice of Bellatrix Lestrange cried out. They were here.

Green lights and loud cracks reverberated of the black, glossy walls. Sweat droplets formed on Hermione's brow, threatening to drip into her eyes. Raising a shaky hand, she wiped it off and ran faster. Where was the door?

"Once we kill her, we've won! Hurry!" A new, raspy voice cried. Fear instilled itself in Hermione's core. It was Lord Voldemort himself. How much faster could she run? How much further could she dodge curses until she was hit?

She turned another corner sharply before halting in her tracks. The door, there it was.

"Bombarda Maxima!" She yelled fiercely, and watched as the door and the walls surrounding it exploded into a firework of dust and debris.

A flash of green light flew just past her face. She whipped her head around to see Voldemort standing with his wand raised, surrounded by Death Eaters including Bellatrix Lestrange.

She flicked her wand, casting a silent shielding charm just in time to deflect the inevitable killing curse, and ran once more.

It was her only hope, the rumours. She ran as fast as she could, constantly casting shielding spells behind her.

The entire collection of Time-Turners had been destroyed last year, but there had been rumours floating around the Ministry of a project. A project to create a new one. The rumours grew, and talk of a completed one circled around. People were saying that it was hidden in the Department of Mysteries, at the back of the Hall of Prophecies. People that Hermione trusted, and who's word she valued.

She had little to no chance of this working, but that Time-Turner was her last hope. With several Death Eaters on her tail, including Lord Voldemort himself, no idea what might be used to guard the only existing Time-Turner in England, and rapidly decreasing stamina, Hermione knew death was likely coming soon, but she wasn't ready to give in just yet.

She turned corners at every chance she got, throwing spells towards anything that moved. The wards placed in the Department of Mysteries- No, the wards placed throughout the entire Ministry of Magic had vanished. Everyone was dead. Hermione silently begged that wards were the only protection. That was usually the case, as no one had foreseen the disastrous cataclysm that took place just three weeks ago. Hermione had only just begun her sixth year, only just turned seventeen, yet she had been on the run constantly since then.

The cracks of spells being fired were getting slower, less constant, and further away. She knew they wouldn't give up, ever. But even the most powerful being on Earth and his followers got tired. Hermione was more than tired, but she had something they didn't. She was a Gryffindor. She had willpower, determination, and bravery.

They knew this, but they also didn't know what she was looking for. They probably assumed that she was just using the many twists and turns to her advantage to stay alive.

Hermione raced in the direction that she hoped was the back of the hall.

"Avada Kedavra!" There was a scream, followed by a thud, and the sound of breaking glass. Hermione turned around, who was that? Everyone willing to fight was dead, she thought. She thought she was alone.

There was another shout of the killing curse. This time there were several shouts. Someone was killing the Death Eaters! Hermione held her wand in front of her.

"Lumos." She whispered, and looked around her carefully. Racking her brain, Hermione tried to decided whether to investigate the killer, or just find the Time-Turner.

No, if there was someone left, someone who survived the massacre, she had to know who. Running blindly towards the source of the noise, Hermione shut off the light on her wand and slowed down, peering around corners carefully.

After turning another corner in the direction of the noise, she noticed a bright light in her peripheral vision. Squinting, she turned around to see someone facing her, their wand lit up so bright she couldn't make out their face. Surrounding the person were bodies, cloaked bodies. She noticed their faces and recognised them to be the Death Eaters. Their masks had been ripped off.

"W-who are you?" She stuttered. Someone from the Ministry? A survivor no less.

"Hermione, get out of here. Go to the Time-Turner." The voice urged. It was male. Harry? No. She had seen him get hit with the curse right before her eyes. Witnessed the cold, glazed look overcome his eyes. Hermione had seen the very same fate befall all of her dearest friends.

"Please Hermione, you have to hurry." The voice urged once more. Suddenly, loud footsteps approached them and the boy immediately shut off the light. As her vision adjusted to the darkness, she could make out the survivor. He was only a teenager, probably the same age as her. Jet black hair fell into his face, while his skin almost glowed at how pale he was.

Who could it be? How did he know that she was after the Time-Turner?

The footsteps grew closer. Hermione slunk back into the shadows, but wasn't quite ready to give up on finding out the mysterious boy's identity.

A tall figure emerged into view, and Hermione stifled a gasp. Lord Voldemort. The boy held his wand high at the figure. Did he not know who the figure was? He wouldn't stand a chance.

Voldemort noticed the teen and hissed, raising his wand also. "You!"

"Yes, me." He growled. "Avada Kedavra!"

"Stupefy!"

Voldemort and the boy shouted curses at the same time, while the two spells joined up to each other in a combat for triumph. Hermione raised a hand to her mouth. Priori Incantatem.

Her eyes grew worried as she noticed that Voldemorts spell was slowly gaining momentum towards the boy's wand. The boy had his teeth clenched tightly, sweat droplets running down the side of his face.

"H-Hermione. Run." He managed, as Voldemorts spell had nearly reached him.

Without thinking, Hermione turned around and bolted. She had to find that Time-Turner. She tried not to think about what would happen to the boy who had saved her, once stunned. Why had Voldemort used a stunning spell, rather than a killing curse? That was unlike him. Maybe he just wanted to torture him first. The thought made Hermione sick.

Looking up, she skidded to a halt just in time when she noticed she had reached a dead end. A dead end? No. It couldn't be. She needed to find that Time-Turner. Tears pricked her eyes and threatened to spill. She didn't have any time left. Placing a hand on the glossy wall that signalled her failure, Hermione rested her head next to it.

"Ahh!"

Her shriek reverberated around the hall. The wall in front of her had disappeared and Hermione found herself sprawled on the floor that was never there in the past. Lifting herself up slowly, she took in her new surroundings. She was in a small room, walls the same, glossy black that surrounded the hall. In the middle of a room was a small, mahogany table. Hermione gasped. Hovering above the table was a small, round device almost identical to the Time-Turner that Hermione used in her third year, except this one was a deep ebony colour. Approaching the table, she reached out a shaky hand to grab the Time-Turner. What if it was protected?

"AHHHHH!" An agonising scream was heard throughout the room. Hermione's stomach did a sickening flip and she grabbed to Time-Turner quickly, although gently, and began turning. She needed to go back at least 24 hours.

"1...2...3...4...5..." She began counting softly, ignoring the tears streaming down her cheeks.

"There you are." A cold voice sneered. Hermione looked up, horrified.

"6!" She cried and stopped turning. The had barely managed the last turn before she felt her body being sucked into an unknown force. That wasn't right. She was simply supposed to arrive wherever she had been five and a bit hours ago.

As her body reappeared, she took in her surroundings.

"D-Diagon Alley?" The sky was bright, and several witches and wizards walked through what resembled Diagon Alley. Many young children were looking excitedly through shop windows, their flustered parents trying to drag them away.

"When am I?" Hermione whispered. This was not five and a half hours ago. Five and a half hours ago, Hermione was running for her life through the halls of Hogwarts watching the fellow students, who found refuge in the castle like her, fall dead around her.

Five and a half hours ago, Diagon Alley had been completely burnt down, and the sky was certainly not bright.

What had happened to her?

Wiping her cheeks of the tears that were still falling, Hermione straightened up. She had to figure out what was going on, and fast.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but what is the date today?" Hermione asked almost desperately to the first person that looked kind enough to answer politely.

"February 11th sweetie." The witch smiled at the confused Gryffindor. February 11th? That was the same day. So maybe she really had gone back a couple hours...? But why is Diagon Alley restored?

Then a horrifying thought struck her.

"Uh, what year is it?"

The witch smiled again, except this time in a confused manner. "1944."

A/N: You like? Hehe. It took me ages to figure out how far she had to go back, to what date, and what events would be happening at that time, etc. God maths sucks. Hope you like it, cause I actually planned this fic out properly, unlike my other one .

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