Gawain, 1999
"GET A HEALER DOWN HERE, NOW!" Gawain yelled, frantically casting spells and adjusting the Time-Turner as alarm bells rang one on top of the other. Two minutes ago, the first alarm sounded, notifying him that Hermione had been injured. Before he'd even made it three steps towards her table, another alarm had sounded, indicating that the injury was serious. Then another, and another, and another. The final alarm, telling them that her heart had slowed dangerously, was just ringing now, and the entire department was standing by, unsure and terrified.
A team of Healers burst through the fireplace and Gawain stepped back to give them space, quickly outlining the series of alarms to the Healer in charge. For several long moments, there was a flurry of activity as orders were barked out, and then the intense quiet as the witches and wizards worked feverishly on the eerily still body. When the lead Healer's shoulders slumped, Gawain knew it was done.
Hermione Granger was dead.
Running a shaking hand over his face, he conferred with the Healer while more Ministry officials crammed into the Time Room, alerted to the situation by one of his employees. No one seemed sure of the next steps and they simply stood there, transfixed by the form of the girl who suddenly looked very, very small.
Kingsley arrived not long after, drawing Gawain and the head Healer to the side and questioning them. Gawain told him everything he'd gleaned from Hermione about her mission and her repeated runnings-in with her younger self. Kingsley nodded seriously, listening. Finally, he directed Gawain to use her notebook to go back to the proper times and observe what had happened. They had no evidence at this point, but Gawain was fairly certain that something must have occurred between the two forms of Hermione.
"What are you going to do with her body? Isn't there still—well, another one of her out there?" the Healer asked, her horror etched on her stern features.
"From what I understand, even as a teenager she was uncommonly brilliant," Gawain murmured despondently. "I believe the younger girl will figure out to come to the Ministry when—when it's time," he choked out, his emotions finally taking over.
His head in his hands, he heard Kingsley order her body to be kept in a special room. He was only too happy to comply with the mandate that no further Time-Turner use would be approved until the mystery surrounding Hermione's death was brought to light.
A/N: I'm not JK Rowling.