The Fabric of Time

by Dark Sarcasm 503

The fabric of time is never constant. A single event can change not only the future, but the past as well. In the trio's sevent year, Ron stumbles upon Hermione's timeturner...a bad idea. Hermione sends herself back to find him, and finds him with someone

8. And back to Hermione

Chapter 8: And back to Hermione

Hermione walked into the room, expecting to see Ron sprawled on the bed, but the room was empty. Her eyes scanned the room, and she noticed her underwear draw was open, its contents strewn everywhere. 'Typical Ron' she sighed. 'He can't resist snooping, especially not through that drawer'

Hermione turned to the bed and noticed the Time Turner lying on it. She immediately pieced the puzzle together, and realised what Ron had done. "Oh no!" she murmured, covering her mouth with her hand in shock. "I have to go rescue him!" she thought "But, how do I know where he is?"

Suddenly her eyes landed on an old photo of the Marauders that Lupin had given her a few weeks ago. She picked it up, noticing a sixth figure in the photo for the first time. He was lurking in the background, hiding behind a tree. She looked closer at the photo and realised that the sixth person had a shock of red hair. "Oh my! It's Ron! He's in the Marauders time!"

Hermione picked up the time turner and turned it back the required number of turns to take her back 22 years. The room turned black and she was carried backwards in the usual blur of colours and shapes.

Hermione landed with a slight thump in the corner of her room 22 years before. There were several slight changes, but this wasn't he thing that caught Hermione's attention, Her gaze rested on two figures kissing on the bed, one with a familiar shock of red hair. "Ron…?" she gasped. The two figures broke apart and turned towards her. She caught Ron's eye, hers glistening with tears, before quickly walking out of the room.

Hermione stumbled blindly out of the room and sat on the stairs, staring miserably at the wall in front of her. In a sudden fit of rage, she threw the time turner at the wall, where it smashed into shards of glass.

"What have I done?" moaned Hermione, as the reality of what she had done set in. "I smashed our only way of getting home. What a fool I am! Although, Ron seems to be having a fine time here." This thought sent her into fits of tears as she remembered the scene in the bedroom.