Hermione was never agile or sporty as a child; she never really aspired to be. She dedicated her life to learning as much as possible and getting a good job and a degree. She basically lived in the library and books and didn't have many friends so she never got to play games like tag which would have given her a bit more practise at being fast and being able to run a marathon.

But god would have astounded young Hermione astounded to see herself now.

Hermione was running with all her strength, followed closely by George and Fred. Death Eaters had done what the Ministry had anticipated so long; they had attacked.

The Death Eaters had apparated into the centre of Diagon Alley and exploded it all, from the ground up, all of it. This is why Hermione, Fred and George were currently running for their lives.

Death Eaters were close on their tail, Hermione would have apparated but she needed to make sure Fred and George would be alright and she didn't have enough time to grab out her wand.

The Death Eaters were gaining on the trio. Fast. Hermione concentrated on being as fast as possible and not trippi-

Never mind. Hermione couldn't believe it she tripped! Of all the moments to trip up, now was not one she would have elected.

She squealed and dropped face first to the ground, gaining a nice scratch to the forehead. George and Fred whirled around at the exact same time and yelled her name,

"HERMIONE!" They chorused. As she had expected, Hermione felt herself being pinned to the ground by cold hands. This was it, she had been caught, and she was done for.

Hermione was grabbed by the scruff of her collar and yanked upwards, onto her knees, so she was facing Fred and George.

"GO!" she screeched, noticing more Death Eaters hurrying towards Fred and George.

"NO!" the twins chorused once again.

"Fred, go tell mum and dad, get help, go," George commanded.

"But-"

"GO! HURRY!" Fred squeezed his eyes shut and nodded, he opened them and quickly reached for his wand, a tear streaking down his face, he mouthed 'I love you' to George and was gone with a pop.

George reached for his wand and opened his mouth to scream a spell, but a Death Eater who came bounding up to him blasted it out of his hand and crucio'd him onto the ground.

George cried out in pain and Hermione screamed his name, before dissolving into tears.

"Stupid boy. How dare you attempt to injure a Death Eater." The Death Eater released the curse on George and he lay there quiet but breathing heavily. "And you," He turned to Hermione, "you little bitch, I remember you, you're friends of that swine Potter. He killed my master and you aided him. You will be punished severely."

"Shut it, I'm not afraid of you and your insane cult", Hermione spat. The Death Eater chuckled and she saw him bend over to pick something up. He straightened up and walked over to Hermione. Only then could she see what he was holding. He swung the large, blunt object, some may refer to as a 'rock', and it came in contact with Hermione's skull with a loud crack and the last thing Hermione heard was George's strangled cry and everything went black.