Hi!
So... this strange idea just kinda popped in to mind and I decided - why not just post it?
This is my first fanfic and I'm always up for some critique, do keep in mind though that it's been a while since I've read the Harry Potter books, and I'm a bit unsure of how to write Hermione as a character while the story will be pretty Hermione-centric ;^D (That's my own fault really.., but yeahh). My native language isn't English, but I at least hope the grammar's okay and readable :d
Hope you will enjoy the story ^^
Quick disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling
Prologue
The branches swiped her face like small whips, leaving a stinging pain behind while a few drops of blood slowly dripped down from her cheeks.
Shouts from behind could be heard and flashes of green and blue lighted up the otherwise dark forest.
Heart pounding as she took a hurried step after the other over the black trodden grass through the woods, while she desperately tried to hold up her shield charms.
Wand in one of her hands and an hourglass attached to a golden necklace in the other, she ran as fast as she could even though the sprain of being overworked ached through her muscles.
151, 152, 153… She counted in her head as she turned the hourglass as quickly as she could whilst trying to keep her life.
She was completely ignoring the consequences of travelling back for more than 5 hours - she had no other choice, after all.
154, just 14 more and I can… Her thoughts were completely interrupted by a flash of blue and the loud sound from something shattering. Her shield, her only defense - it just shattered.
"Stupefy!"
Suddenly she felt the world go upside down. Her control of her body was lost entirely.
Her conscious was quickly drifting away. Dang it, not now, not when I was so close.
With her blurry vision she saw her time-turner turning rapidly right before smashing onto the ground just like her own body some seconds before. The only difference was the glass shattering scream it gave off as it broke and exploded into several small glimmering pieces.
She could feel a vague pain with the glass cutting into her breast, but the pain from the cuts was completely forgotten and overshadowed by an excruciating pain even worse than the Crucio spell, burning, ripping and tearing into her already bloodied body.
She would have writhed and crumbled into a small ball, but she couldn't move nor feel her body. There was only pain. Pain in every corner - everywhere.
Is this the consequence of trying to meddle with time? Hermione thought before everything faded to black.
So that's it for the prologue. Future chapters will be longer and won't be as bloody as this one, but I have seriously no idea how to rate a story.
I've read plenty of t-rated stories with blood and gore... so is 'T' a fine rating for this?