A/N: Jumping on the bandwagon here, this is a Time-Turner Hermione/Sirius fic. I'm relatively new to this site, and this is my first time publishing one of my stories, so bear with me here!

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No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no! A spasm of pain flitted through her body, and Hermione gritted her teeth throughout the spell, hoping it was just a nightmare-ish scene she had envisioned as a consequence from her torture. But when her vision cleared, nothing had changed.

"Bow before your ruler," the Dark Lord cackled victoriously, standing at the center of the Great Hall. Shafts of moonlight from the ceiling above illuminated his skeletal serpentine features. A dead body was laid at his feet, a small, youthful boy with unruly, jet-black hair sticking in different directions. Hermione knew that if his eyes were open, they would have been a brilliant emerald green. The boy's expression was peaceful, not at all like the pain-filled anguish he constantly wore during his life. He looks so young, Hermione mused, for truly, he looked nothing like the seventeen-year-old boy he was, but could have been still in his Fifth Year, or younger still.

His supporters, the remaining members of the Death Eaters, coalesced around him. Once weary and on the brink of defeat, they were now drawing strength from their master's triumph. In fact, the black robed figures were positively glowing, vibrating with a euphoric aura.

Hermione looked around, her eyes scanning past the fallen friends and family members for her remaining resistance following. Neville was livid with anger, Ginny looked half dead herself as her eyes lingered on Harry's fallen form, and Ron, Ron was running toward the Death Eaters, wand in hand and eyes flashing. As if on cue, the rest of the resistance charged into battle once more. Neville had drawn the Sword of Gryffindor, beheading Nagini with a rousing battle cry, "For Harry Potter!"

But somehow, despite the hope coursing through her veins, Hermione knew they had lost.

"Portus," she whispered, charming a scrap of cloth into a Portkey. She felt the familiar tug, but as she disappeared, her eyes found Ron and her knees buckled. As she was suddenly pulled away from the ruins of Hogwarts, the image of his fallen form was seared into her mind. Appeared at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Hermione blinked back tears, taking a few shuddering breaths to calm herself. With trembling hands, she rummaged through her small beaded bag.

Finally, she pulled out a golden necklace she hadn't used since her Third Year. Hanging it around her neck, she proceeded to spin the hourglass. Hermione heard twigs snap, and she panicked.

"Hermione!" It was a familiar voice. Hermione whirled around, her eyes taking in the figure of a young woman, whose age was younger than her looks. The figure had long reddish-orange hair and freckles that of a Weasley, and her blue eyes had a haunted look no sixteen-year-old should have.

Hermione relaxed, relieved. "Ginny!"

Ginny's eyes fell on the golden Time-Turner hung around Hermione's neck. "No! Don't you know what this will do?"

"I have to! It'll save Harry. It'll save us all!"

Ginny's eyes met Hermione's determined gaze. "Is it worth the risk?"

"Yes."

Hope filled Ginny's eyes and she nodded with resigned understanding. "Good luck, Hermione." She stepped forward to embrace Hermione with a tight hug. "May we meet again."

Hermione already felt herself vanishing. Her eyes widened in alarm. She hadn't spun the hourglass for enough times to go back to 1930! Desperately, she tried to spin the Time-Turner again, but she couldn't feel her fingers anymore. Hermione felt a sinking feeling of despair and failure as she disappeared. She hoped she was still going to be able to travel far enough to kill Tom Riddle before he rose to power.