Okay so this is my first fic, blah, blah, blah. I just like to read so I thought I'd write. Enjoy. PLEASE!

Turning Time

Chapter One: The Twist That Turned It

Hermione was shouting furiously. As were the rest of Gryffindor.

"FOUL!" Lee Jordon was voicing their complaint. "Malfoy fouled Potter!"

Madam Hooch shook her head and beckoned Malfoy, giving him some well deserved words of warning.

The game played on.

After Malfoy's obvious attempt to remove Harry from his broom Gryffindor never really recovered, Slytherin winning the first Quidditch match of their fifth year 350-80.

Hermione hurried out of the stands to meet her friends coming off the pitch. Harry and Ron looked furious.

"Malfoy! That Slytherin prat!" fumed Ron, as they watched a huge crowd of Slytherins heading their way.

"Look at him! He just loves all the attention!" agreed Harry. "It's so-"

"Talking about me, Potty? Oh, it's weasel and the mudblood too! How charming!" Malfoy said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Hermione began to mutter to herself, "Walk away, just leave it, come on, let's just go, he's not worth it!"

Too late. BANG. The curses flew between Malfoy and Harry, quickly, with the gathering crowd getting involved too. Hermione was inwardly marvelling at how quickly almost half of Hogwarts were battling. They showed promise though he couldn't help but notice how incomplete a great deal of the students duelling education seemed to be. She sighed. She wasn't going to get involved – not this time. She noticed Harry's Firebolt lying discarded where he'd left it when he'd drawn his wand. She sighed again. She knew that she'd better rescue it before someone stood on it. Ducking spells, and wondering when a professor was going to stop the fight, she picked up the broom and hurried back out of the 'danger zone'. Just then the broom jerked suddenly upwards and she let out a slight scream. Nobody noticed. She was hovering about three feet in the air, and knew that she could probably escape without severe injury, if she let go of the broom. Even as she thought this, she accepted the problem – she wasn't going to leave Harry's broom. Unfortunately, she'd been weighing up her options too long and the broom was whizzing upwards, faster and faster. Ten feet, twenty, fifty, until she was over one hundred feet in the air. She knew this with a certain clarity, as anyone who had read 'A History of Hogwarts' would know, because Hogwarts' Gryffindor tower was exactly ninety nine feet tall, and she was level with the very top of this. Now, she was screaming, and everyone had momentarily paused the fight to watch her accent.

"Hermione!" Harry and Ron shouted together. And, just like that she was gone. Gone, as in completely not there.

"HERMIONE!" They cried.

But she wasn't there.

All they could see was Harry's broom, still hovering one hundred feet above the pitch.

A/N I know this is short, but it's only the prologue, and the next chapter is far longer. Please read and review!