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Once we finish eating, or in Harry and Ron's case, shovelling food down our throats until you get sick, the three of us start to make our way out of the Great Hall to get to bed.

"Hermione," Ron said, looking at me sceptically. "What's that around your neck?"

"Oh, you mean this?" I replied, fingering the golden chain around my neck and giving Ron a sheepish grin. "Professor McGonagall gave me another time-turner with all the Advanced N.E.W.T classes I'll be taking."

"Figures," Ron chuckled.

"I thought you'd given up on that?" asked Harry

"Ya well, I really need it this year. I just have to take all those classes."

"Oh, ok. Good thing you told us, then."

We were halfway up the stairs by this time when suddenly a cold voice erupted from around the corner.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the delightful Golden Trio. Shouldn't you be off helping some weasel out of the garbage can, and shouldn't you, minion and minionette be off worshipping his shrine?" The voice taunted as the speaker revealed himself.

"Fuck off, Malfoy." Harry growled.

"Is that the best you can do, Potter?" Malfoy sneered. "Why don't you, Weasel and your little mudblood whore go crawl under a rock or-"

"You filthy bastard." Yelled Ron as he and Harry lunged.

Malfoy, apparently, saw this coming as he easily side stepped and managed to get himself out of their reach. Harry and Ron were caught off guard and, as result, both lost their balance and stumbled backwards. Very unfortunately, I was standing right behind them. Malfoy was rolling on the floor laughing as the three of us fell backwards down the stairs. The last thing I remember is hearing the faint sound of glass being broken, a sharp pain in my chest, and a blinding flash of white light. And then everything went black.

When I finally came to, it took me a while to recall all that had happened. As a low groan came from my right, it all came rushing back. Then, my body started to feel about twenty different things at once. For starters there was this horrible pain coming from my chest. When I looked down, I noticed a dark red stain that had formed, and that was growing, on the front of my blouse.

I didn't remember getting stabbed, what the hell happened? I peered down my shirt and was able to see that the time turner was no longer attached to the golden chain. In its stead, shards of glass had embedded themselves right above my left breast.

"Bloody hell, I think I've got a concussion."

I looked up. Ron was lying across my legs and rubbing his head as Harry sat up next to me looking a little confused.

"Something's changed," He said, sniffing the air and beginning to inspect our surroundings.

"I don't notice anything different," I said thoughtfully.

"No," he replied, "Neither do I, but something feels out of place and I can't quite figure out just what it is," His gaze fell upon mine. "Whoa, Hermione, what the hell happened to you?" He said staring at my blood stained blouse.

"Well, one of you must have fallen on my time-turner. It's shattered to pieces."

"Oh no," Ron said in mock concern, "Now you won't be able to take all your classes! Whatever shall we do?"

At that point it took almost all my will-power to stop myself from rolling my eyes at him. Instead, I ignored Ron and started quizzing Harry.

"What exactly is it that feels different?" I asked, because in truth, I felt the same way as well.

"I don't know exactly, the atmosphere maybe? Or it could be just instinct. But there is certainly something wrong with this picture." Harry replied as he started to get up.

"I know what you mean," I told him, as Ron and I followed suite.

Just then we heard distant voices drifting down the hall.

"Oi, Prongs," said a low male voice. I quickly looked over at Harry who had turned deathly pale. The voice continued, "When's our detention with McGonagall?"

"I've no idea, Padfoot. Ask Moony, he usually knows our schedule ten times better than we do." Said another slightly higher one.

"Honestly," Chuckled a squeaky voice "What would you do without him?"

"Go find him for us, Wormtail, would you? I'm quite tired right now." Requested the first voice, getting closer and closer. The sound of two small feet could be heard scurrying away in the opposite direction.

"Ah, what a rat that one is." Said the second voice

"He's our bitch, what else can he do?" Said the first, laughter evident in his voice. They now seemed just around the corner.

Harry, Ron and I were rooted on the spot.

Two people rounded the corner. The first was tall, about 6'3, with dark shaggy hair and fierce grey eyes. The second, who looked incredibly familiar, was slightly shorter, around 6'0, and had messy, jet black hair with soft hazel eyes. These two very good-looking teenage boys stopped suddenly as they spotted the three of us staring at them incredulously.

"Excuse me," said the first one sceptically, "Can we help you?"

"I think I figured out what's wrong, guys," Muttered Harry

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