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Hermione stared at her reflection, the time turner safe in her hand. She knew it was wrong and would break around a million rules but being a part of the Golden Trio meant she had a habit of rule breaking. After splashing her face with water one last time she placed the golden chain around her neck.'Here goes nothing.' She whispered to herself and turned the small hourglass.

Surroundings began to blur as the light faded. Hermione felt her heart beat rapidly in her chest as the darkness closed in. She could see nothing but felt as though her body was travelling at 100mph. A sense of panic began to set in. Her previous experiences of travelling through time had never caused something like this. Gasping for air she felt her head spin. Light was coming towards her bringing with it a small sense of hope. Hope that was short lived. As soon as the light returned Hermione was once again plunged into darkness as her eyes closed, unconscious taking over as her body hit the ground.

Hazel eyes slowly began to open, frantically trying to take in her surroundings Hermione forced herself upright. She was sat on a concrete floor, damp from rainfall. It didn't take long for her to notice the two buildings either side of her and recognise one as The Leaky Cauldron. Taking a moment to gather herself Hermione reached for her wand, healing the grazes on her knees where she hit the hard floor.

With a slight crack her surroundings changed and she looked up to the massive castle in the distance. Not knowing exactly what to do it seemed that visiting Minerva would be an excellent place to start. A flick of her wand later and a silver otter began its silent journey towards Hogwarts, returning relatively soon with Minerva McGonagall in tow.

Hermione's mouth went dry and a lump rose in her throat. That wasn't the Minerva she knew. The Minerva she knew was almost completely grey with noticeable lines around her eyes and mouth. This Minerva had no grey whatsoever, the lines around her face non existent. This Minerva McGonagall seemed a lot more at ease, as though she had yet to see the horrors of war.

'Can I help you miss?' Hermione noted the unfamiliar tone and the green eyes that surveyed her. This Minerva had no idea who she was.

'My name is Hermione Granger I'm... Well I'm from the future.'

Her heart sank slightly as she witnessed the face of her close friend. There was no denying the disbelief that was written on the woman's features. Hermione had no idea how she was going to get this Minerva to realise she was telling the truth. Green eyes continued to survey the brunette girl in front but came to a stop at her neck. Her eyes widened and followed the golden chain to the small hourglass pendant.

Reaching out she gently lifted the necklace and flicked her eyes to look into those belonging to Hermione Granger. 'Where did you get this?'

'You gave it to me. On the 23rd November 2000.'Green eyes widened and glanced from the girl to the time turner and back.

'Impossible.' Her voice barely audible as she allowed the information to sink in. Hermione felt a sense of dread wash over her. First the unusual experience with the time turner, then seeing her old friend young and now that same friends reaction to the date. 'Well Miss Granger, I don't know what to say. Other than, welcome to 1972.'

For the second time that day Hermione felt her eyes open slowly. Her head was thumping and her body felt heavy. This time however, her surroundings were similar. She was in the hospital wing of Hogwarts school. She thought she'd seen the last of this particular room when she left after spending way too much time there during her school years. Her senses began to reawaken and the sound of hushed voices reached her ears. Bringing herself to sit up Hermione saw Minerva deep in conversation with none other than Albus Dumbledore. There was no stopping the smile that crept up her face at the sight of the old wizard. He looked exactly the same aside from the length of his beard. It was slightly shorter than she remembered but was still an impressive length, even for a wizard.

'Ah, I see our guest is awake Minerva.' Dumbledore looked at Hermione with a soft smile.

'I know you must be feeling dreadful at this moment Miss Granger but I'm afraid we do need to discuss your being here.'

'Of course Professor. As I told Minerva, I'm from 2000. I was meant to go back a month to, ummm, well to... Save my wife.' Hermione whispered the last part. She knew how much trouble she could be in if it was found out she had used the time turner in this way.

Nervously she glanced at the faces of the two professors only to see them looking completely neutral.

'I have no doubt it must have been rather important Miss Granger. Especially as it was Minerva's time turner. She would not have given it to someone she didn't deem worthy. I do need to know more specific details though, if we are to figure out why you came so far back.'

'I married Bellatrix Black and last month she... Was killed in an auror raid.' Hermione took her time. Trying to stop herself from crying at the thought of Bellatrix as well as ensuring she didn't let anything slip that would change the timeline drastically. Slowly and carefully she filled the two in on the events of the last month up until the moment she arrived at Hogwarts that afternoon, 28 years in the past.

'The only conclusion I have drawn is that fate had a part to play in this Miss Granger. I believe there is a reason for everything, including this. I'd like you to rest now Miss Granger and I shall be back later this evening.' Dumbledore smiled once again before leaving Hermione alone with Minerva.

'I'm going to be staying by your side Miss Granger, try and rest though dear.' Hermione recognised the kindness in the other woman's eyes and tone. She allowed herself to relax and fall asleep.

'You will need a new identity for your time here Miss Granger.'

Hermione was now sat in Minerva McGonagall's office with the Scottish woman and Albus Dumbledore.

'Of course but please, call me Hermione. You stopped calling me Miss Granger years ago.' Hermione couldn't help but laugh slightly at the situation. Here she was telling Minerva that she had stopped calling her Miss Granger years ago when in fact she hadn't even been thought of yet. Minerva smiled at the sight. The girl hadn't been here long but she knew things must have been truly bad if she had allowed use of her personal time turner.

'You are now Hermione McGonagall, my niece. You're visiting from the Shetland Isles and received your education at Beauxbatons Academy.' Hermione smiled warmly at Minerva as she spoke. It was comforting to know the woman was going to be sticking by her side throughout this.

'You're going to have to use your new identity straight away too, Albus and I have a meeting here which starts in 5 minutes. Come, have a cup of tea and I'll quickly fill you in on the Order of the Phoenix.'

'Oh there'll be no need for that. I know all about the order.'

The Order of the Phoenix had hardly changed at all in 28 years. People had died, left, been replaced, new ones had joined but aside from its members, everything was the same. Minerva had transfigured her desk into a long table with plenty of chairs for the members. Hermione had been introduced as her niece and everyone greeted her warmly. It was a weird sensation for Hermione, being sat with so many people she knew of. The parents of her friends, those who were dead in her time. It was overwhelming but no one seemed to notice her close off. They all assumed she was shy. Once or twice she'd catch Dumbledore or McGonagall looking at her with a knowing look in their eyes.

'So why are we here Albus?' A man with red hair spoke. There was no denying who he was and Hermione suppressed a laugh as she thought of telling Ron just how alike he and his father were.

'We have a new member. Someone willing to risk their entire life for the cause. A spy.'

Murmurs of excitement erupted throughout the room and Hermione wracked her brains as to who it could be. It couldn't be Snape, he wouldn't join the order for years. Her thoughts were soon disrupted when the door opened. A tall figure walked in and Hermione felt her heart thump against her ribcage so loudly she was surprised no one had heard. Once again she felt Minerva's eyes on her but she didn't care. Her own eyes were transfixed. The tall, lean figure with curves in all the right places. The strong cheekbones and jaw. The deep and dark eyes. The curls that cascaded over her shoulders and covered part of her face, wild and uncontrollable but mild in comparison to what they will be. Her dark red lips curved into her trademark smirk. Tears began to fill her eyes as Hermione took in the sight of a young Bellatrix Black.

'Sorry I'm late. It's a bugger trying to get past both Voldemort and Rodolphus.' The dark witch sighed as she collapsed into a chair at the end of the table. Hermione was motionless, she sat frozen, her eyes unable to move away from the dark beauty. Her brain could no longer register the voices around her. They blurred into one as the order got to know the newest member. The meeting carried on around her but Hermione remained oblivious. Her body was aching. Longing for the touch of the woman who sat mere metres away. Longing to be wrapped in those arms, feel those lips against her ears as that silky voice whispered the sweet nothing's she was so used to.

Bellatrix could feel eyes upon her from the moment she stepped into the room. Even after the initial shock of her revealing she could feel it. Her body felt different, it tingled and longed for something yet she didn't know what. Looking up her eyes locked onto those of a girl around her age. Bellatrix felt her heart leap. She was the most beautiful person she'd ever had the pleasure of seeing. Her soft brown hair free falling around her, her hazel eyes, bright and filled with a range of emotions. Too many for Bellatrix to even begin to pin one down. Her smirk momentarily transformed into a smile while she took in the girls appearance. She couldn't describe what her body was going through, all she knew was that the seemingly shy and timid girl across the table had awoken something within her. Something that couldn't be pushed aside or forgotten.

Hermione held the dark witch's gaze. She could get lost in those dark eyes for eternity if she could. Her heart melted as the other woman smiled and her skin started to tingle. She felt a jolt of electricity through her body when hazel eyes met dark. Little did she know Bellatrix Black was experiencing the exact same thing.