Titel: The mad Warrior of Time
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Joanne K Rowling, not to me. Simple as that.
Synopsis: "Awful things have happened when wizards have meddled with time!" Hermione should have listened to the warning Minerva McGonagall gave her when she was a third year at Hogwarts. But anyway, how could she have known that this would happen when she picked up a broken Time – Turner at the Ministry of Magic? "They say I've gone mad. Maybe I have."
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PrologueThey say I've gone mad.
I hear their voices on the long hallways of the hospital, while I'm sitting in front of the window and stare at the ever changing sky.
"It's a shame." They say. "She was so exceptionally gifted."
"She could have done great things. So very great things."
"She was the brightes witch of her age. Top of every class she ever took. And the war... oh, all the things she achieved during the war!"
"The future that was ahead of her... imagine that future. She could have been Minister of Magic."
"It's a shame, really. Such a shame."
"Oh, yes. It's so sad that she had to go and loose her marbles. She of all people." .
I hear their whispers when they pass my room, I feel the glances they steal. Oh, those curious people. They can't help it, they have to see what happened to me.
"...told me what awful things have happened when wizards have meddled with time..." "Nobody's supposed to change time, NOBODY!" "... loads of them ended up killing their past or future selves by mistake."
But that all changed when the Death Eaters attacked.
The war came and went and turned me into someone else.
Of course, all those things had started long, long before the war.
They had started when she was eleven.
"Oh, excuse me for disturbing you, Mr. and Mrs. Granger. My name is Minerva McGonagall and I came to have a nice little chat in your sitting room, if you don't mind too much. Oh, and you must be Hermione Granger. I am delighted to meet you, Miss Granger."Fast forward two years and another piece of the puzzle that led to things being the way they are falls into place.
"Well, Miss Granger. You have managed something no student has done in all the time I was a teacher here. You have filled your time table with so many subjects that you will certainly need this to complete your studies this year. It is called a Time – Turner and I trust that you will handly it wisely and with the outmost care."Fast forward two and a half years again and we're at the piece before last of the puzzle.
While Harry and Neville stare at the Death Eater suspended in the jar of time, I crawl towards the broken cabinett that keeps mending itself and, right before it starts mending again, grab one of the time turners I see in it. It's mine, I realise, the one I used in my third year at Hogwarts, broken and useless now, since there's a crack in the glass of the little hourglass and the sand that used to be there is all over the floor. I hide it in one of the pockets of my robes anyway.The final piece. It's after the war, two months after it and the last funeral is over. We've attended all of them, Harry, Ron and me, trying to express how sorry we are that we werent fast enough to stop whoever was burried from dying. One hand of mine is intertwined with Ronald's, the other one is clutching my broken Time – Turner in the pocket of my black dress. My dirty little secret that I've carried with me ever since fifth year.
Then there's suddenly shouting and lights and I whirl around, grabbing my wand, having let go of Ron's hand and there they are, masked, cloaked figure and they're attacking us and before I can think, I'm in the middle of a duel – I thought this was over, I thought this would never happen again – and I'm firing curses and hexes and I'm yelling "Stupefy!" and then something hits the pocket of my robe and I feel heat, incredible heat and a strong, incredible pull at my heart, spreading from there into every cell of my body and then all the things around me are gone and I'm... I'm in Hogsmeade.
The thing is, I didn't want any of the things that happened to happen, I really didn't. I grabbed the Time – Turner because of some weird sort of instinct and I kept it for the same reason, but I never meant for the things that happened to happen.
I watched myself being born.
They say I've gone mad.
Maybe I have.
