A/N: I'm so sorry that it took me forever to update. I am trying to do this a fast as possible. I have new dedication to this story and hopefully I will be able to continue to update.


Hermione

Yesterday - 1995

"Shh!" I hissed as we slowly made our way across the hall. Turning to look behind me, I sigh as I see the Weasley twins harshly elbowing each other, making the other lose balance. I clear my throat and gain their attention, sending them a burning glare, causing them to stop. Please don't be guarded, please don't be guarded. I pray as we come nearer and nearer to the entrance to the Room of Requirements.

Behind me, following my every step, are the four Weasleys, Harry, Neville and Luna. The rest of Dumbledore's Army was supposed to be meeting us in the Room of Requirement. As I look around I see no sign of life other than us and risk taking a step out of the secret passage that was hiding us. Just as I do, my eyes land on Seamus Finnigan's face; his eyes wide, his mouth forming a silent 'no!'. What have I done? My foot lands on the marbled floor and out jumps Malfoy and his goons. They rush to our sides, Crabbe and Goyle attempting to restrain Neville and Ginny, and Malfoy sporting his trade-mark smirk.

"Well, well, well." He drawls, drawing out the syllables in triumph, "What do we have here? Students out of bed, and attempting to enter their secret lair!" I let my chin drop to my chest in defeat, before I remember, we're not alone. My eyes connect with Seamus and he understands.
"Sherbet Lemon!" I scream and Neville and Ginny go limp, falling to the floor just as two stunning spells fly above their heads, hitting Crabbe and Goyle. The shock of this caused Draco to falter as he tried to stop us from running.

He soon recovered and lunged after us, his hands gripping the back of my robes and his weight and momentum pulling me to the ground with him.

The next few second passed by so slowly that I could see everything so clearly. Just meters from where Seamus and Dean stood, the others stopped, turning to help me. Crabbe and Goyle still lay unconscious at the other end of the hall. My hands were outstretched to break my fall, and something glittery and gold slipped from under my sweater. Oh no.

As I hit the floor, Malfoy's hands still on my back, the time-turner shattered on the marble. Gold dust flew into the air and covered the others in a shroud of shimmering sand.

Then everything went black.

~o.O.o~

What happened? I groan as I slowly open my stinging eyes. Harry is lying a few feet in front of me, his arms around Ginny. It seems he had attempted to protect her from the dust. Aw. As I shift my body I realise there is some ones arm lying across my back. Turning, my eyes widen to see Draco unconsciously clutching me to his side. Shuddering, I get out of his grip as everyone else starts to wake up.

My eyes survey our surroundings. The room was familiar, it looked like the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, but all the books and posters looked completely different. For one, there wasn't the small portrait that Lockhart had permanently glued to the wall, or the many scorch marks from mishaps with Seamus Finnigan.

"Where the bloody hell are we?" Ron groaned, lifting himself up from under Neville. Shaking my head, I offer my hands to Neville who looked like he was struggling to untangle him from the swarm of legs that was the Weasley family.

"It looks like the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom." Harry breathed, "But… not." The rest of the party also looked around the room, each face showing a ranged expression, from surprise to utter terror (in Malfoy's case).

"We should take a look around," I say, heading for the door, "just to see what's going on." Before my hand could reach the handle, Harry's hand stopped it. Seconds later I realise why he had.
"…and then he -"
"Did you see the look on his face?!"
There were people outside, people we didn't know, and maybe didn't want to meet. We both turned around and motioned for the rest of the group to be quiet as those outside walked past the door.

A minute passed and the coast seemed clear. Once again I reached to open the door. The handle turned smoothly but the door creaked as it swung open.
"I think they're gone." I whisper. I almost lost my balance as everyone else tried to exit the room, pushing past me. I press my hands to my lips after I accidentally let out a squeak of fright. Looking around, it seemed that only Ron, who was smirking at me, had heard.
"That was un-Hermione-ly cute of you," he whispered, grabbing my arm to help me steady myself.
"Shut up, Ronald!" I hissed back. I felt my stomach twist as his face dropped, "What?!" I turn and see what caused his reaction.
Four teens stood down the hall, their wands at the ready. My heart was beating as I reached out and smacked Harry's arm, gaining his attention.
"Hermione, what the he- Oh..." He let out a breath as he whispered for everyone else to be quiet. My eyes were drawn to the boy in the middle; tall, athletic build, blue eyes, glasses, and familiar dark messy hair. This isn't possible!

A Potter.


A/N: I realise that these chapters are always really short, but I like having different perspectives. Harry Potter does not belong to me.