Hello everyone!

I publish this story I started 15 years ago (yes, you read it well ^^). And I finally finished it some months ago.

I decided to publish it in Wattpad, with a revised version.

I would like to apologize in advance. First, for my English: this is the first time I publish a story in this language which is not my mother-tongue (I am French). Please feel free to correct me if you see some mistakes :). I would like to thank Kinaï from Les Kinagies, my corrector ^^. Second, back in 2005, my knowledge on Harry Potter wasn't as wide as today. So you may find some mistakes or strange elements but I wanted to keep them in this story to respect my innocence when I started writing ^^

Please also note that this story doesn't take into account the end of Book 6 (Dumbledore's death) and Book 7.

Thank you for reading these lines. I hope you will enjoy my story.

All the characters are owned by J. apart from those I created for this story.

MinnieMey

Prologue

She was reading a book in a field… She was surrounded by blossoming flowers and felt at peace. A figure was coming nearer… It looked like a young man, with medium long black hair with a bright smile… She tried to see the features of his face but the sun was too bright and prevented her from seeing him clearly. She blinked…

"Hermione!" a high-pitched voice screamed.

Hermione looked up sharply and remembered that she was in the Common Room, among noisy Gryffindors. On her left side, two first years were playing sorcery chess. On her right side, three boys were exchanging Chocolate Frog cards. And in front of her: a beautiful redhead girl was looking at her with wide eyes. She forced herself to smile, hiding her surprise.

"Yes, Ginny?

"What are you up to? Were you dreaming?"

"Not at all!" Hermione answered evasively.

She laid her head on her parchment of potions.

Ginny frowned, looking suspicious, then gave her a wicked smile.

"You still think about Ron, don't you?"

"But no! Why are you telling that?"

The girl with hazel eyes and fluffy hair was outraged. Whatever she did, her hair were thick and unmanageable. She had tried many times to cast a spell but so far, her attempts had never been concluding.

"I heard that you two had an argument… again…" Ginny talked gently, trying not to irritate her friend. She knew very well that Ron was a hot topic right now.

"Ah! And who told you? I guess it's Harry!"

"Sorry! I didn't mean to get you angry…" replied her friend quickly without looking at her in the eyes.

Hermione saw the redhair girl bending over her parchment. She sighed, trying to calm down. She couldn't discharge her rage at her because of her brother, it wasn't fair.

"No, don't apologize, Ginny," she said softly. "It's just that I'm pretty nervous at the moment... I had a fight with your brother... Sometimes I find him so…"

"Childlish?" finished the young Weasley.

"Yes ... It will never work between us…"

Hermione sighed another time and collapsed on the table, burying her head in her arms. After a few seconds, she looked up, even more tousled than she was before.

"I don't know why but I have a feeling…" she continued slowly.

"Yet, he did a lot of efforts these last days! He's being more patient and he tries to be nicer."

"Yes I know! And he did all that for me but... I don't know... There is something that bothers me... You don't know how lucky you are, Ginny! You are with Harry and he is the ideal boy: he cares about you, he's kind and smart! But Ron is totally different! I have the feeling he is not the boy of my dreams!"

"You're starting again!" Ginny cried out, rolling her eyes. "You know, Hermione, you have to stop thinking about Prince Charming! He doesn't exist! And if you continue, you will ruin your relation with my brother! He loves you!"

"Yes, I know…" Hermione whispered.

She didn't know what to do. She had started dating Ron Weasley two months ago: her childhood friend, the one she was supposed to love. After more than six years, they finally gave their relation a chance. She thought Ron would change during their last year at Hogwarts. But she was wrong. He was as immature and hot-tempered as he used to be..

Now, she felt trapped in her relationship. They always argued, every day, for a yes or a no. And she was tired of this situation. She had the feeling that her relationship was not evolving.

And yet... She had a strange feeling.. like if someone was waiting for her, somewhere else.

From the moment she has agreed to go out with Ron, she has made the same dream every night: she was with a young man with half-long brown hair and a bright smile. All she could remember was his smile which erased all the sadness in her heart.

She hadn't told anyone, not even Ginsy.

What if someone else was waiting for her?

What if she made a mistake?

What if, what if, what if…

Always the same questions but never a clear answer. So, for the moment, she was blocked in her relationship.

Hermione was starting to panic and took a deep breath. She gradually regained self-control.

"Give me some time!" she said.

"Ok, I'll stop! Or you will still question yourself for hours! Let's start our homework!" Ginny tried to comfort her.

The two friends smiled to each other and started to study. After ten minutes, however, Hermione looked up, feeling the awkward look of her best friend.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, frowning.

"I have never seen you with this necklace. What does it refer to?"

Hermione looked down at her strange necklace: a Time-Turner, surrounded by a thick solid gold circle. The object didn't work anymore.

"Oh, it's my old Time-Turner!" cried Hermione. "Do you remember? When I was in third grade, I used a Time-Turner to be able to follow all of my many courses."

"So, this is how it looks like! But I thought you gave it back to the Ministry."

"No, actually, when I went there to stop it, I asked to keep it. But it doesn't work anymore."

"And do you still wear it around your neck?"

Hermione took the Time-Turner in her hands and remained silent. The answer to this question was still a big mystery to her. This morning, she had the sudden urge to wear it as if she was forced to. She didn't want to believe in this kind of feelings, but there was that inner voice... The more she tried to avoid it, the more she thought about it. Irritated but defeated, she decided to wear it.

"Hmm ... I wanted to wear it, that's all!' she said, smiling.

"But, it's so…"

However, Ginny couldn't finish her sentence because Neville Longbottom, burst into the Common Room, breathing hardly.

"Help! he yelled. Help!"

Hermione stood up and walked straight to his friend.

"What's going on Neville?" she asked, with a serious and strict voice, which made her look like McGonagall.

"It's... It's…" the Gryffindor boy was trying to catch his breath, holding his ribs. "It's Harry and Ron…"

"What happened to them?" the prefect started to worry.

"They are ... in the dungeons! Please, come quickly !"

Hermione didn't think it twice. She immediately left the Common Room and headed to the dungeons, Ginny and other Gryffindors on her heels.

In the Great Hall, she found a group of people gathered in front of the entrance of the dungeons. She tried to make her way out but students pushed her. Annoyed, she stepped back and shouted in a loud voice:

"Get away! I'm a prefect! If you don't back off, I will remove points! Move! Hurry!"

This time, students got away. Hermione arrived at the entrance and reached the staircase leading to the dungeons. She could hear muffled noises and echoes from a closed door. She took all her courage and carefully opened the heavy door. She found herself in a round corridor and couldn't see the scene of the battle.

"Protego!" she shouted suddenly when she saw a spell casting on her.

The spell, likely a Stupefix, was blocked by her shield. Hermione walked slowly down the narrow hall. Voices were emphasized, spells hit the walls. With concern, the Gryffindor girl continued to go on, with some brave fellows, such as Ginny and Neville.

Finally, she arrived at the dungeons' corridor entrance. She stared at the scene. White, red, blue and green spells were casted in all directions. Gryffindors seemed to be fighting Slytherins.

Hermione quickly spotted Ron, who was limping and Harry whose cloak was half torn. She ran towards them, blocking spells at the same time.

"Harry! Ron!" she cried. The two boys turned around. "What is happening?"

"Hermione! There you are!" Ron answered who sounded relieved.

"But what the hell is going on?"

"We were in the corrid…" Harry started to say but he was stopped dead. "Be careful, Hermione, behind you!"

Hermione barely had time to turn around. A white flash hit her on the chest. The spell was so powerful that she was thrown back. Her Time-Turner, still around her neck, was flying and she saw that it turned several times on itself.

Then, she fainted.