Tempus Fugit
By Fangs of Poison
Disclaimer: No, I don't own anything. Does anyone else, other than me, find these really stupid and pointless? I mean, if I did own these characters, I would be selling my stories, not posting them on the internet for everyone to see and read for free!
Chapter One:
The sun filtered in from the small, dusty window, shining its light on the sleeping figure of one Hermione Granger. She stirred slightly at the rude interruption, and attempted to block herself from the morning light.
Wait, morning light?
Hermione bolted upright and squinted at her watch. "Shit!" she yelled, and hurriedly tossed off her covers, "I'm never going to make it to the dungeons in time!"
It was, you see, already ten minutes of eight, meaning, of course, that Hermione had ten minutes to get down from her lofty dorm in Gryffindor Tower to the dungeon classroom where her Potions class was held.
Hermione quickly dressed with her sleep-deadened fingers only slipping twice on the buttons in her haste. She pulled a brush through her still wild and untameable hair, and pronounced herself ready to go. Grabbing her bag, she began her rushed descent.
It wasn't until she reached the common room that she realized she'd almost forgotten one of her most important, and prized possessions; her timeturner. In her seventh year, Hermione was taking so many NEWT classes that there wasn't enough room on her schedule to accommodate them. As such, she brought her faithful timeturner out of retirement, and used it to do several hours over again.
Yes, it was a lot of work. Yes, it was a lot of responsibility. Yes, she was awfully tired. Up until this morning, however, it hadn't caused any problems. (For Hermione had realized that the timeturner was the reason for her sleeping in.) As far as Hermione was concerned, the timeturner was beneficial. Would any of the rest of her classmates know as much as she would? No, of course not. She would be the knowledgeable one. She would be the one to get job offers. Not them.
Hermione dashed up the stairs, retrieved the necklace (it was sitting on her bureau, just where she'd left it the night before), threw it over her head (although it did catch once in her overly bushy hair), and raced out of the common room, barely sparing a minute to catch her breath.
Now, it's been said that all things happen for a reason. That fate is the ruler of us all. Perhaps you don't believe this, but it doesn't really matter what you think. Maybe, on this very morning, Hermione was destined to wake up late. Perhaps she was destined to remember her timeturner at the last minute. Perhaps she was fated to feel so very rushed that she didn't pay attention to what was going on around her. Perhaps, though not to sound dramatic, it was her destiny.
At any rate, be it coincidence, destiny, or just plain luck, she was so preoccupied with rushing to class that she didn't notice Peeves floating around her. Nor did she notice Peeves' latest prank, the prank planned for the next unwitting student passing through the very corridor she just entered.
BAM! In front of her, the bust of one saint or another (Hermione didn't catch which) came crashing down. Now, anyone who's tried running with a book bag can tell you, it's not an easy task, especially when you're forced into a sudden stop. It is, for that reason, that our heroine stumbled backward, right onto some green goo, which caused her to slide backwards down the hallway and slip over the railing of the balcony, and disappear from sight.
A/N: Okay, this is my first fic, could you tell? I'm writing it because I'm bored, my mother has taken my internet card, and I love HG/RL fics! It would be great if you'd review! I'd really appreciate it, as would my less-than-astounding muse!