Rebellion
It had been months since Voldemort won. The rebellion diminished to all but a handful and this was their last effort.
Harry stood in front of a hard-faced Hermione feeling ancient. The day they'd lost Ron was the day Voldemort ascended to power and Hermione had never been the same. She'd been broken and no matter what Harry did there was no way to fix her. She'd leapt into finding a way to fix the world and like always - hand Hermione a puzzle and you'll get an answer sooner rather than later.
He watched as she put some last minute preparations in place before turning to him. Harry's hand came out to catch the device. "There's no way to take you with me?" All he got in return was a blank stare and it was answer enough. There was a way but she just didn't want to take it, didn't want to remember a life without Ron.
Harry's lips tightened as a fist clenched his heart. He gave her a firm nod as she turned away.
This was it. Hermione's hand shot out, tossing sparkling silver dust upon him and gave a shout of unintelligible words and his world spun and grew dark.
When he opened his eyes again it was still dark and for one wild moment he thought it hadn't worked; that he was dead and then a bang sounded near his ear.
"UP! Get up! Now!" A shriek bellowed through the wood.
They'd done it. They'd really done it. Here was his chance to do it all again and he'd save them. He'd save them all, he vowed
Fin
The dust Hermione threw on Harry was Time-Turner dust - I thought it was appropriate.