"What is begun will be finished, be it for ill or good." Quote from the Elerian Texts on Time.
Chapter 1
Hermione looked over at the clock and gave a huge yawn. It was one in the morning and she desperately needed sleep. But she couldn't stop, not yet. She had to find a way to save him. It was the beginning of the school year, and she almost didn't want to leave her research; after all, she couldn't possibly move it all to Hogwarts.
It really wouldn't hurt to look at just one more section. After all, it could possibly be the one thing that would save everyone, especially him. She turned the page and blinked. It was entirely blank. That couldn't be possible. She was sure it had been filled with something. Frowning, Hermione turned the page and it was blank yet again. No, that wasn't entirely true. There was one sentence with writing. It wasn't really a sentence… more like a spell. It consisted of two words, Temporal Incantatum. Well, it was pretty much self explanatory. "Temporal" being related to measured time. "Incantatum" meaning incantation. So, in a sense, time/measured time incantation. It was slightly unusual, for this book was entirely on the theories of memories and physically revisiting them. Of course, there was an entire five pages of information missing.
Putting the book aside, she moved over to her bed, well actually, it was the bed she had placed in her library so she had the immediate access to her research. Laying down, she closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep.
Her mind still active, she raced herself around in circles, trying to put herself to sleep with the Fibonacci Sequence. Of course, that didn't work. She even lowered herself (in her opinion) to counting sheep. Hermione sat there muttering, making seemingly random connections to various unrelated things… such as metal to water or one event to another. Without really noticing, she began to slip off, the last thing she remembered was muttering "Temporal Incantatum."
Hermione had fallen asleep by the time the spell activated, she did not witness the somewhat spectacular visual effects of the spell. A golden nimbus appeared around Hermione, surrounding her and slowly rotating. Had one counted, they would have found that one ring of light moved at the rate of sixty seconds per minute; another ring moved at the rate of sixty minutes per hour and the last ring moved at the rate of twenty four hours per day.
Had one also been watching, they would also have noticed that the nimbus looked uncannily like the rings surrounding a time-turner (providing that they have seen a time-turner). The rings began speeding up; and soon they were a blur to the human eye. Within a few seconds of the acceleration, Hermione had disappeared, gone; just simply vanished.
Of course, since Hermione was within an undisclosed environment, no one would think to check on her for a few months; as her last visit was the day before yesterday. One could only guess where she had gone.