Friday 13th October 1997(Gryffindor Common Room-11:24PM)

"Harry, you can not be serious!" I yelled.

What the bloody hell is he thinking?

We were stood in the Gryffindor common room, shouting at each other, disagreeing over Harry's plan. He wanted to use my time turner to go back to the night his parents died. It was crazy, completely and utterly crazy.

"I am serious." Harry shouted, pacing back and forth. "It could work."

From where I was sat, he looked like a mad man, obsessive and irrational. I twirled the chain of the Time Turner around, trying to calm myself. It was late and the rest of the Order had gone to bed, leaving just the three of us down here, Ron sat silently by the fireplace, Harry pacing by the stairs and me sat in the windowsill, tired, wanting to just sleep.

"It might not work, I don't even know if a Time Turner can go back that far." I eventually said.

"Well, there's got to be a way of finding out." His reply was desperate.

"The only way to do that would to try, but no one's that stupid to risk it." Harry stopped pacing, turning towards me, his face hopeful. My eyes went wide as I realised what he was thinking. "No. NO!"

"Hermi-" Harry started but I ignored him.

"There is no way in which I would let you use the Time Turner for an experiment. You are clever enough to know how ridiculous that is." I shouted, standing from my seat and making my way to him.

"She's got a point, Harry." Ron spoke up, looking behind me at us with his eyebrows raised.

"It could work." Harry argued.

"And it also couldn't." I countered. "You could end up Merlin knows where, with no way of getting back."

Harry huffed, spinning around in anger to face away from us.

"Come on, mate, you've got to see this is completely mad." Ron finished and the room went quiet. Nothing but the crackling of the fire and the sound of Ron moving to stand beside me.

Finally, Harry sighed. "Please, Hermione." He wasn't facing me but I could hear the pleading in his voice and it broke me to say what I said next.

"I can't, Harry, I'm sorry but I can't." I swallowed the thickness in my throat and ran my hand through my hair. Looking over at Ron, I saw his expression had changed from bewilderment at Harry to sympathy.

"'Mione, maybe-"

"No, Ron. Just no." I couldn't stay down here any longer, the tension in the air was suffocating and I thought that if I stayed any longer I'd end up making a mistake. Sighing from exasperation, I gripped the chain of the Time Turner firmly as it was wrapped around my palm. "I'm going to bed before we all do something we regret."

And with that I started up the stairs.

"Hermione." Harry said but I ignored him, continuing up stairs. I didn't want to keep fighting. "Hermione!"

"What!" I shouted, turning abruptly on the step to face him. Although, I was exhausted and miscalculated where the end of the step was and before I knew it, I felt my body falling forwards.

My hands flew out in front, feeling the instant need to protect myself, not taking note of the Time Turner as it unraveled from hand, catching on my fingertips and it went into a frenzied spin.

Friday 13th October 1977 (Quidditch Pitch-6:03PM)

A writhing warmth ran throughout my body as I thudded to the ground. Bullets of pain shot from my neck all the way to my toes. I'd never felt anything like this. The gunfire of pain slowed but as soon I tried to lift my head it came rocketing back.

Slowly opening my eyes, I was met with an orange sky. I couldn't see anything but the peach toned clouds and soaring birds. What the hell? Why am outside?

"Who the bloody hells that?" A male voice barked. I didn't attempt to move my head towards the voice, I don't think I could handle another round of pain.

" I dunno. Oi, James, get over here." Another voice shouted, deeper than the last. Footsteps pounded against the grass as someone, most likely the boy they called James, came closer.

A boy appeared in my line of vision. He had light brown hair and drooped in front of his eyes, which were a greenish blue. He looked concerned.

"She's awake." He informed the others as their feet drew closer. Two more boys crowded my vision, both sported Gryffindor jersey's, meaning I was definitely still at Hogwarts.

I ran my eyes over the boys, the first had jet black hair that hung just above his shoulders. His eyes were a striking grey, a shade I'd never seen in eyes before. The second boy, he-

"Harry?" I gasped, recognizing his face. The three boys exchanged a look.

"Harry? Who's Harry?" The black haired boy asked. I turned in confusion to Harry, but upon second glance he looked different, still like Harry but as if someone had cut away his most giving features, like his bright green eyes and scar.

"Never mind that, we need to get her to Madame Pomfrey." The original boy commented

"But what about practice?" The Harry look alike replied.

"Forget about practice, I think getting this girl some help is more important." The black haired boy stated, holding my gaze. His eyes, they almost looked familiar.

"Well, nothings more important than Quiddtich." Mumbled Harry's twin to which both of the other boys rolled their eyes.

"I'll carry her." And before I knew it Grey Eyes had started to scoop me up bridal style, slowing when I hissed in pain. He grimaced a sorry and carefully continued to pick me up.

(Infirmary-8:47PM)

I was the loud chatter of boys that woke me from the sleep I'd drifted into on the way to Madame Pomfrey. I began to open my eyes and was greeted by a blinding artificial light. A blurred figure soon blocked the light, to which I was grateful. When my eyes adjusted, I realised that the figure belonged to Grey Eyes.

"Look who's wake." He said, grinning wildly. When I tried to lift my head, I found that the pain from before had subsided to a low hum, making it possible for me to sit up. Turning to my right, I spotted the two other boys sitting beside my bed on another hospital bed.

"...Where am I?" I croaked, my dry throat making it hard to speak.

"You're in the hospital wing, love, we brought you here after you fell out of the sky." Grey Eyes spoke, he was seated on the end of my bed, plucking at a loose thread on his jumper.

"Fell out of the sky?" I squeaked. What on earth does he mean? People don't just fall from the sky.

"Yeah, we were just about to start practice, when-POOF you appeared out of the sky and fell onto the side of the pitch." The Harry look alike replied this time, smiling oddly at the thought. "Well, anyway...I'm James, this here is Remus," He pointed to the lighter haired boy next to him. "And that would be Sirius." He finished, pointing with his toe at the other boy.

Wait...does he mean James Potter, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black? There's no way, two of them are dead and one is much older than the seventeen year old next to me.

Then an image of the spinning Time Turner hit me.

"What year is it?" I asked, feeling the blood drain from my face.

"What year is it?" The so called Remus repeated, exchanging a confused look with the others. "It's the year 1977."

My heart stopped at the answer.

Uh oh looks like Hermione's in a bit of trouble.

Anyway so here's the first chapter, I hope you liked it and feel free to leave some constructive criticism. Just to note, I am not an expert of Harry Potter, I have read the books and seen the films but if I mess something up then sorry, but hopefully as this is an AU, it shouldn't matter too much.

Please review and give your opinion.

Kaitlin x

(Edited 18/4/2018)