Author: HookDeary/Maraudermore
Rating: T-M(possibly in future chapter)
Pairings: Hermione/Sirius, Lily/James, Regulus/?
Warning: If you have not read the Harry Potter series and you are planning to… this story will give away almost everything. So, I suggest not reading it. This story will also contain extreme violence, alcohol abuse, and crude language.

Stealing Air
I: Black Hole

"HARRY POTTER IS DEAD!" Voldemort shouted in excitement, and Hermione couldn't hate and want to damn someone to the deepest depths of hell any more than the disgusting looking creature who named himself Lord Voldemort. Hermione felt a soft push on her shoulder, McGonagall urged her to go on, to put her plan in place.

Hermione stepped forward, making her presence known to Voldemort. He scowled as her bushy dirty hair and milk white skin appeared right in front of him. "There will always be a flaw in your plan. Harry may be gone, but you will always lose." Hermione kept herself composed, and jaw firm and tight, her wand clutched tightly in her right hand.

"Enough! You stupid girl." Voldemort spat at Hermione, while Bellatrix cackled at his remark. "I have defeated Harry Potter, I am the master of the elder wand, and you will obey me until I have decided of how I will dispose of you." He twirled the partially severed Elder wand in his long pale fingers.

"You're wrong. This isn't over yet." Hermione could hear the quiet chatter coming from the people behind her, Voldemort snarled.

"Foolish girl!" Voldemort spat once again. A stunner whipped through the air and hit Voldemort; he tumbled back onto the floor Bellatrix quickly running to his rescue.

"Go!" She heard McGonagall signal her.

Hermione apparated as soon as she heard her queue, she left with a loud crack, last hearing a distressed yell from Voldemort. She reappeared in Diagon Alley; the long stone road was vacant, and destroyed. Shops were boarded off, and the grey fog dominated the once vibrant, alley way. She looked around hesitantly for any lurkers. She stepped more firmly on her feet slowly gaining her pace until she was at a full sprint heading to the main entrance to Gringott's; the wizarding bank.

Hermione sucked in each breath as if it were her last; she continued to aggressively gasp for air. She panicked as she reviewed her plan in her head. 'Would it even work' she thought. She tried to be optimistic in this situation, but the image of her best friend, Harry Potter, dying was still vivid in her mind. She felt a sick retching feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her tears were sliding down her face as fast as her heart was pounding.

She placed herself carefully in front of the doors of Gringott's and closed her eyes; pressing the tears out of the corners of her eyes. She brought up her wand high above her head; pointing it down to the ground, holding it like it was a dagger.

"Mudblood!" Hermione heard a maniacal shriek and she jumped in fear. She could see Bellatrix making her way down the long alley.

Hermione stabbed the tip of her wand into the stone ground in front of her and the wand ignited in green and blue flames. Hermione dragged the cracking wand around her in a full circle until her wand was just a small wooden nub and there around her laid a circle of magic ash. She touched the ash quickly with her and used the ash to write the runic numbers of the time she wanted to travel too. She panicked trying to finish off the last rune when there was a large explosion in front of her. She was untouched though, the circle of magic ash marked a barrier, she could not be touched.

She suddenly felt as if she were being pulled up by the small of her back, looking as if she were a quiet marionette hanging from its strings. She breathed in deeply searching for air, but she could not feel it in her lungs, she moved her gaze up and she could see Bellatrix and her herd of Death Eaters struggling to continue, as if they could not pass any further. Was that a part of the runic ritual, the sacrifice of her wand? She wasn't sure, she could only remember what to do and the complete outcome of it. She felt as if she was hanging by a thin thread. A dark hole opened where she had left the ashes, and it was as if someone had gotten a pair of scissors and cut the string that held her in place. She fell into the dark whole. Spiralling madly through time, she screamed but there was no sound. There was just falling.

There was a bright light at the bottom of the dark pit, and the air and sound was coming back to her now. She clutched viciously at her chest, feeling her mind slip away from the lack of oxygen. Her brain was throbbing and the rest of her body was hanging aimlessly. She wanted to scratch her skin, and let her flesh breath.

Hermione then hit solid ground, and the overwhelming impact of air caused her heart to jolt and slow down much too dangerously. Her eyes closed as she saw Gringott's in front of her again, and she grew unconscious.