Flecks of light reflected off the gold necklace she held in her hand. The sun was doing nothing to warm the cold, foggy morning. Standing at the edge of a clearing, hidden in the trees, was Hermione Granger. Exhaling a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding in, she let the necklace fall to her chest and secured her hair behind tightly.

Once again, though this time a bit more hesitantly, she raised the necklace eye level to examine.

It was quiet in the forest, and it gave her an eerie feeling that caused her heart to beat just a little faster. Paranoia that she had gained early on in the war caused her to turn her head around slowly. Instincts told her that she had to leave. That she had to go-

"Now or never," she murmured to herself. She so regretted what she was about to do. It was crazy, foolish, and it would be especially dangerous.

But there was no other alternative she could think of.

Her trembling hands were already turning the dials of her necklace which caused the outer rings to spin. The rings surrounded a small hourglass which contained fine grains of pale yellow sand. Her fingers stopped moving, and as the rings stopped, the glass began to spin. Faster and faster it turned until it became a blur. Shutting her eyes, she inhaled a breath before she disappeared from view.

Not a minute later after she had disappeared, the sharp cracks of apparition sounded throughout the clearing. Cloaked figures stood on the snow covered ground. All had wands drawn, but they were reluctantly lowered as the intended target was nowhere in sight.

"This is the place?" the burliest of the men demanded. "You are sure?" he asked annoyed.

"The dark lord placed a taboo on every order member. The spell indicates that there should be someone here," Rodolphus responded annoyed, gesturing towards the space centered of the seven figures.

The burly man, Greyback, stalked towards the spot and stopped when he reached the last set of footprints the target had left in the snow and growled in frustration.

"Greyback!" called a cloaked figure, "We'll get them next time! There's been another order member discovered! In Ottery St. Chatpol!"

With that, he disappeared with a crack of apparition. Five more cracks followed successively until only Greyback was left standing in the boy-who-lived had been defeated mere hours ago. The Order of the Phoenix had fled and the dark lord had ordered their capture as well as the capture of any straggling mudbloods. The future of wizarding world was turning very bleak, very fast.

"You won't slip away from me again," he breathed. He was Hesitant to leave. The girl should be here. He knew it somehow. The others had all left and he would have to catch up. He looked around once more before he too disappeared with a deafening crack.

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1936

She felt as though she were flying backwards very fast, her ears were pounding-

and then she felt solid land beneath her feet. Heavily lidded eyes opened beneath thin, highly arched eyebrows. Doe eyes a warm brown were revealed under dark lashes. It was warm now and the sun was shining brightly down on her. It was safe here, peaceful. And she was so out of place.

She fell to her knees and clutched at her throat trying to retain her breath, she carefully tucked the necklace into her top and stood. The human body was not built to travel through time for such great distances.

Fixing mistakes, she thought as she tried to shake off memories of the war she had just barely lived through.

The corner of her lip twitched into a weak smile. A least it had worked.

The sun hit her upturned face and she closed her eyes, picturing Little Hangleton as she had seen it in Ogden's memory.