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I have never written fan fiction, or anything for that matter, but love reading it and have always came up with alternative ideas while reading the Harry Potter books. This will be a story based on the possibility of "what if Harry and Hermione didn't make it back to their original selves before the time turner ran out, or whatever it is time turners do"? Expect something probably poorly written due to my inexperience, and if you get confused at some point, it's probably because I've gone back and changed a major plot point because, inexperienced writer and lazy person that I am, this story will be very largely improvised. I also hope that if any fan of Harry Potter who has any pride at all will go read The Story by Dad by Dad9, it is quite possibly the best fan fiction ever; it is already 104 chapters long and not particularly close to ending. I would like to state Dad9 as my inspiration for writing fan fiction. Enjoy!

Night-Timer

Harry was in a situation he never would have thought he'd ever find himself in. He was hiding in a deserted classroom en-route to the hospital wing with one of his best friends pressing her ear to the door to see if the poltergeist had gone by yet, as he was impeding their race to get back to their original bodies, which would be in the hospital wing by now, about to go back in time themselves.

They waited until Peeves' cackling had faded away before exiting the room and breaking into a run towards the hospital wing. Hermione had checked her watch before leaving: they had just over a minute left before they went back in time.

'Hermione – what'll happen – if we – don't get back inside – before Dumbledore locks the door?' Harry panted.

'I don't want to think about it' moaned Hermione. She checked her watch, 'One minute Harry!'

They continued running towards the next corridor, which was where the hospital wing resided, but about 20 meters before the corner Hermione stepped on something small and round and slipped and fell to the side, causing Harry to trip over her and land uncomfortably on a large amount of small glass balls, which littered the floor in beneath and in front of the two third-years.

'What the bloody hell is all this?' called Harry from a few feet away. He was trying to stand but it was proving difficult amongst the cascade of marbles.

'I don't know but we've got to get to the hospital quickly!' Gasped Hermione, who was also trying to stand to no avail.

'Oooooooh it's wee Potty and little Girly out of bed late, should call Filch I should'

'Peeves you malevolent little-', Peeves didn't get to hear the rest as Hermione tripped once more upon the many marbles flowing beneath her.

'Manners Girly, jus' do me duty, keeping wee Potty and his friends from being... sneaky', taunted Peeves who was now shaking a previously unseen burlap sack to get all of the remaining marbles onto the floor.

'Wadiwasi!' shouted Harry, using the spell Lupin had used at the start of term to propel a marble from the ground up Peeves' nostril, sending him careening down the hall and giving a chance for Harry to right himself. He hustled over to Hermione, who was still in the thick of the marble landslide and had no such chance to get herself upright, grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her to her feet.

'Thanks'

'Don't mention it'

'Now RUN, we're almost out of time!'

With every ounce of energy they could possibly exert they sprunt to the next corridor. They flew around the corner at a record pace just in time to see Professor Dumbledore begin to descend the staircase at the end of the corridor.

Harry, running full pelt towards the hospital wing alongside Hermione, filled his lungs in an attempt to get enough air to call out to the professor, but before the words could even make it to his lips he tripped once more. He whipped his head around in an effort to locate the poltergeist so as to curse the living daylights out of him, and discovered two things: One, that Hermione had also fallen victim to this latest misfortune, and Two, that Peeves could not possibly be responsible for what had tripped them this time.

The floor was convulsing rapidly, sending waves of floor speeding at them like surf, making it impossible to attempt to stand. Above them the walls and ceiling were also behaving in such a manner, and it was quickly getting more intense, with the waves coming faster and higher on each surface, buffeting Harry and Hermione constantly, while making a noise only comparable to the largest creature in the world inhaling all the air in the world all at once'.

Harry heard Hermione shout his name a couple feet to his right and though he had next to no ability to walk on the convulsive surface he made a lunge in the direction of her voice when the floor launched him upwards and manage to grab her hand uncomfortably with his thumb in between her middle and ring finger and her thumb through his, which in a bizarre way, and despite the chaotic situation, made Harry feel as though they should have an arm wrestle. At the same time in a less stupid part of his brain, he registered that the waves on each surface were now so high that they were pushing Harry and Hermione into the exact vertical center of the corridor to find themselves surrounded in every direction by a bubble of violently shivering marble and stone.

Harry and Hermione shook in fear almost as violently as the stone bubble now completely surrounding them, and only shivered more severely as from it a marble tendril shot forth from it into the space created by their unusual grasp on eachother's hands. They watched in horror as the matter of the bubble seemed to flow though the tendril to its tip, fearing that said tip would expand with the added material and crush them both. Oddly enough it didn't expand as physics would expect to happen when matter is added, but instead grew intensely hot as it absorbed what seemed to be every bit of matter in the known universe (excluding the two persons holding it) in perhaps a second or two.

Of what was going on around them Harry and Hermione had no understanding but did have an onslaught of frightening sensations from the whole production, so they just clung to one another and hoped that it would all end soon. Their wishes were soon granted as the bubble around them was completely absorbed with a mighty inhalant noise into the ultra-compact orb of matter held between their hands.

And all was Black.

A/N: I strongly believe the past tense of sprint should be sprunt :p