A/N: This is my first time publishing a fic but not writing one! I love Time-Turner fics, I mean how can you not, so I thought I would try to write one. I would love feedback, constructive or otherwise. This story is a work in progress, of course, but I hope to update as much as possible. I don't have any specific schedule planned right now, but i will let you know I have the next two chapters almost done, so it should be soon! Please PM me if you would possibly want to Beta for me, I would love that. I'm by no means new to the fanfic community but I haven't really interacted with many other writers, but PM me and we can chat!

This first chapter is sort of a taste of what's to come. The beginning of the story will take place in both the past and present, then the middle will be mostly past, whilst the ending will be back to the present. I would also like to add that I am a "happy ending" kind of person, although the journey will be by no means cheerful (maybe sometimes).

I hope you enjoy this story, if not, well, at least I tried.

xx Nessy

CHAPTER ONE- A WAY OUT

March 29, 1998- Malfoy Manor

At first, all she felt was pain. White hot, blinding pain. It was as if every nerve ending in her body was rubbing against the sharpest steel wool. Then it stopped. As quickly as it started, the pain was gone. Not gone for too long, however. The pain began again, but it was a different pain; isolated. This pain began on her left forearm.

It was funny, Hermione thought as she found herself looking up into the maniacal eyes of Bellatrix Lestrange, that the Death Eater would choose to mark the girl on her left forearm. Surely she was not getting the Dark Mark. Hermione almost laughed at that. The thought of laughter hurt her head. She was aware of her screaming, of course she was, it pounded in her head. But Hermione was not fully there, no, she could not have been. The Cruciatus curse saw to that.

Hermione finally turned her head to admire Bellatrix's handiwork. It was a simple word. A word Hermione had been called more times than she could count since the day she had received her Hogwarts letter. Draco Malfoy had called her that name. That thought made Hermione utterly aware that said white-haired git was standing in the corner of the room, shaking like a leaf. He looked a moment away from death. What did she look like then?

The single drop of blood that fell from the last letter finalized it. If anyone was not aware before, they would surely be made aware soon enough that Hermione Granger was a Mudblood.

Her blood was dark red. She had seen it many times. When she used to donate blood with her father. Or when she had to get blood tests done at the doctors. When she scraped her knee. Hermione had seen her own blood hundreds of times, if not thousands, and still, she could not understand what made it so different. She knew the royals often referred to themselves as "blue-blooded," but was the true? Did the Death Eater sitting above her, mouth frothing with desire have blue blood in her veins? Had the boy in the corner seen something different when he scraped his knee?

Of course not.

Ron had gotten splinched. Ron was a pureblood. His blood was red. His blood has always been red. It did not make a difference that he was a pureblood and she was not. Their blood was the same. Hermione did not understand why the psychopath above her did not see that.

Hermione moved her focus back to said Death Eater at the perfect time, it seemed, for she sat up, legs still on either side of Hermione's waist. Bellatrix's head was tilted to the side, eyes wide with pride as she watched the product of her torture squirm below her.

"Ittle wittle Mudblood's crying?" Bellatrix cackled.

Hermione had forgotten why she was there.

"Please." Hermione croaked out. "Please stop it!"

Bellatrix leaned over to whisper something in Hermione's ear, but the words were lost. For in the process, a necklace slipped out of Bellatrix's dress. It looked like an hourglass with blue sand in the middle. Even in her muddled state of mind, Hermione recognized it for what it was. A Time-Turner.

Bellatrix cackled and sat up again, unaware that Hermione had not yet relinquished hold of the necklace. It ripped from the Death Eater's neck and shattered in Hermione's hand.

"You Mudblood! I'll kill you!"

Hermione screamed. "Harry!" But her voice droned on and echoed around her as she spun and spun and spun, finally landing in blackness.

This is a Time Turner fic that will NOT end in the past! So, guess what? Sirius and Remus are alive! YAY. I don't really want to touch on how Sirius survived, if I'm being honest. There are so many different ways and it's not really necessary for the plot of my story. If you're taking the Sirius that ShayaLonnie wrote in Debt of Time into account, then yes, it's pretty fucking important how he's alive. But here? Not so much! He lived, Remus lived and I will tell you now that most of the people JK killed will not die in this fic...But, you might hate me because that does not mean death will be avoidable. People must die, it's how life goes.

And yes, if you did not notice the shameless plug up there. Debt of Time by ShayaLonnie. Read it, live it, love it. It was the first fic I ever read and it catapulted me into this hellscape! She is a fantastic writer. Check out her stuff if you haven't.