Hermione breathed slowly looking around at all the unopened boxes. The war was over in a year's time, Harry being successful into defeating Voldemort. The death eaters were sentenced. Harry and Ron were now newly aurors and she had developed her own department at the Ministry of Magic. She had just moved into her own flat in Wizarding London and was dreading having to unpack. How she acquired as much stuff as she did, Hermione would never understand. Then again, a lot of the boxes were comprised of books and Hermione wasn't one to ever give up a book. She sighed, running a hand through her now tamed hair; she grabbed
the smallest box she could find. She plopped on the floor starring at the tightly bound box.
"All right Hermione let's get to work," she tore at the tape, neatly wrapping into a ball as she went along. She opened all for corners and peered into the box. Hermione started to take out varies objects, mostly just random nick-knacks. When she got something small and gold. "Um…I thought I put this in my jewelry box." Hermione mused. She eagerly swept it out of the box. It was the time turner she had got in her third year to complete her all of her studies as well as help Harry and her save Sirius Black. She smiled at the memory.
Hermione's eyes narrowed as she became curious. 'What would happen if I tried to use it now?' She wondered. She put it on, 'Most likely nothing, I'm sure the Ministry cuts it off after the year it was required for.' She picked up the end to admire the craftsmanship when she gave it a gentle spin. Hermione's eyes popped out as she felt a forcefully pull on her abdomen, something she hadn't felt since third year. Hermione was gone from her apartment before she had the time to scream. She landed with a thud on a dirt road. She looked up at the darkened sky, even though it was only mid-afternoon. She glanced around the area was desolate and silence claimed it. She noticed she was in one of the areas where Harry and she set up tent, yet there was a different feel to it.
Hermione shuddered, there was something evil afoot put she couldn't place it. She took out her wand; luckily it had been in her pocket. 'The time turner!' Her mind shouted out. Hermione quickly picked it up again and gave it another spin counterclockwise. She didn't feel the pull again. Hermione turned her head sharply both ways; she heard shouting and someone running. Hermione quickly jumped behind some trees, keeping herself hidden from the open, yet still being able to asset the situation.
A girl with brown hair came running out, she tripped and turned facing the one whom was chasing her before she had time o see her face. A deep laugh, fueled by hate pulled her attention away from the girl. Hermione's eyes widened a Death Eater approached her, yet the girl had not pulled her wand out. A Death Eater? How could the still be possible? "Thought you could out run us did you?" He lowered his wand towards the girl, "Well-" Before he could speak another word; Hermione popped out and shouted, "Expelliarmus! Petrificus Totalus!" Disarming him and then letting him fall to the ground, binding him.
Hermione ran over to the girl, helping her to stand. "Are you okay?" she asked before looking at the younger girl's face. No, correct that her face. Hermione, the twenty-four year old, was now starring at her sixteen year old self. Where exactly was she? She didn't have time to ponder that, when she heard more shouting coming towards them. She quickly grabbed her younger self and pulled her into the woods. They ran until they could no longer hear any more sounds but their own pounding breath. "What exactly is bloody going on?" She asked in a panic.