Changing Times

Hm, well, do I even have to apologize? If anyone are still reading this story, you know the drill by now. So, you know, wanted to write, had writer's block, haven't had time, been busy... well, read now! :)

Thank you to my reviewers, I love you. Plain and simple.

This is the third-last chapter. I just had to post something now. Do you believe me if I tell you the last chapters will be up soon? Didn't think so. :)

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Chapter 18 = Going... Where?

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Suddenly, a voice sounded beside me, very muffled by the wind.

"Hermione? It feels bloody strange this time, doesn't it?"

It was Ron. Weird, we usually never talked while going through time. It also took a lot longer than it used to. Before, it had been images and faces flashing by, and then done. Now it was all white and shiny.

"Yes Ron, it does," I yelled back.

"Why do you suppose that is?" Ron yelled back.

I sighed. How would I know??

Ron must have realized that, because he quickly changed the subject.

"Hermione, what do you suppose Dumbledore-"

I never got to hear the rest of the question.

I looked around. Ron was gone.

"Ron?!" I yelled. No reply.

"Please be back in your own time, Ron, please..." I mumbled.

I kept flying through time, and I started wondering what was going on. Maybe Dumbledore had made a mistake, and I had been sent far into the future? Or maybe I had managed to change time so much that I had no time to go back to. Maybe I was stuck in the white space forever.

Maybe I was dead.

The more I thought about the option, the more it seemed possible... One little mistake, and I could have died.

Maybe because I had looked at Peter Pettigrew with loathing and disgust, a rage had been building up inside him, and in the end he went out and killed the first person he saw, for example my father.

Or my mother.

Or anybody.

Oh god, how could I have been so stupid to think that this was the way to get Harry back... there was no way, ever! It hadn't worked, and it never would!

Apparently not.

If I had just been able to warn somebody...

Someone who would actually do something... not like Dumbledore. With all due respect, he is very hard on the spot. No messing with time. What is done is done, it cannot be changed.

Just as I had given up hope, I looked down at myself. I was... fading.

Oh my, I had done it, I had erased myself from history, and I had stopped existing...

Now I was gone. Well, I wouldn't really know if I was gone, because it was pitch black. I found myself... falling?

Next second, I fell to the floor.

And it hurt.

It hurt!

I was there! I was not gone, or erased, I was alive!

But... where was I alive?

I looked around.

This looked familiar. And I was wearing a wedding dress!

I was back in my own time!!!

Dumbledore must have miscalculated a few hours... well, I was back wasn't I??

Maybe... yeah, that was it! I was going to get back in time to stop myself from going back in time. But still... this much in time? Well, it was the only logical explanation.

Wedding music. Dam-dam-da-dam, dam-dam-da-dam, we all know the tune.

Now I was going to go to the altar, let Ron down nicely, and watch him and Lavender have a happy life...

Harry...

Oh, well, no time to ponder on my misery!

Now it was time to go and not get married.

The wooden doors opened, and I walked inside. I walked quietly, staring at the floor. This was not going to be pretty.

I finally reached the steps of the altar, and looked up.

There was the priest, and there was Ron.

Ron. He was standing a weird place. At the place the best man usually stood.

And next to him was somebody else.

My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

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Ooh, cliffhanger... wonder what's gonna happen? Who does she see at the altar...? I know, you're all thinking Harry... but it could be Draco you know! Hermione Malfoy... Ha! Wait and see!