AN - Hi friends! I just wanted to say thank you for all of the love I have received during my journey so far posting my first fanfic, I really appreciate it! I know that this chapter is quite short and it's a bit of a filler, but I promise the next one will be longer. J K Rowling is the genius behind HP and I'm merely a fan. Thanks for reading!

- Chapter Six - June 18 1929 -

- Broom Closets and Bunny Chases -

Hermione tumbled into a broom closet. She could only assume it was a broom closet because of the bucket her arse landed perfectly into. Her body folded uncomfortably and her legs stuck up at a comical angle. "Hrmph." She tried to get up and out of the bucket to no avail. She almost laughed at a memory of Tonks doing something so similar only three years prior at Order Headquarters.

"Bugger it all! Why do I always do this!?" Hermione heard Tonk screech from the next room over. The two of them were helping get rid of the nasty doxies that made their home in Sirius' house.

Hermione got up quickly from the spot on the carpet that she was scourgifying to see what her friend and mentor needed. What she found almost made her laugh out loud. Only a small giggle escaped her lips.

She stepped into the garishly decorated room to find Tonks stuck in a large bucket with a snarl on her face. The older witch's hair had turned a bright fiery red in her anger.

"Are you quite alright?" Hermione laughed as she gave Tonks a hand out of the bucket.

With red hair slowly turning back to medium brown, Tonks was beginning to thank Hermione for her help. "I can't believe I so clumsy, thank you-"

Molly Weasley entered the room with hands on her hips. "Nymphadora what did you get yourself into this time?" There was genuine care in her words, but it still frustrated the woman Hermione was standing next to.

"Tonks. And I'm okay. Hermione here came to my rescue!" Hermione felt a clap on her back as Tonks words echoed around the room.

Shortly after Molly left, Hermione and Tonks began cleaning the room together. There was an amicable silence between them until Hermione thought to break it and say something to her mentor.

"Molly has a weird way of showing that she cares."

Tonks sighed and looked to the younger witch. "It's not that. I just-" She sighed again.

There were a few minutes before she spoke again. "You and I are a lot alike Hermione. We both tend to let our passion consume us. Some think it's a bad thing, but I don't."

Not expecting anything remotely like those words. Hermione stared up at Tonks as the witch made her leave from the room. At the door, she turned around and smiled once again at the sixteen year old.

"Wotcher. Don't ever lose your spark Hermione. It's what makes you special."

"Here, let me help." A familiar voice whispered into the dark broom closet. Justin stuck out his hand to his clumsy friend. In a minute, Hermione was standing and uncomfortably close to the young man.

"Hermione, do you mind moving over a wee bit?" Luna asked politely.

"Luna!?" Hermione almost squealed. "What are you doing here?" Then she thought for a second. "Wait, what is Justin doing here?" She spoke out into the dark dampness.

"Don't forget me, Granger." The drawl was enough to make her spine stiffen. What in Godric's name was Malfoy doing, dogging her plans? What went wrong with her incantation?

Justin jiggled the knob of the door and it opened up to a lighted hallway that was the department of mysteries. "Wow…" he whispered. "Guys, you have to check this out."

The group stepped out of the broom closet, Hermione rubbing her backside with a frown. All of them stopped when they saw a sight that indicated they had certainly traveled back in time.

Where black tiled walls and occasional dim lamps used to stand were a dozen or so portraits of ancient looking wizards. The wizards in question wore frilly costumes that reminded Hermione of Ron's dress robes back in forth year. Her heart twinged a bit for her old friend. Dates depicting their lifetime were inscribed in minute script underneath the portraits.

Justin gasped and exclaimed from behind her, "Hermione, I think the time turner is busted." He held up a broken chain with bits and mechanical bobs. The wizard swooped down and began scouring the ground for the rest of the pieces.

"Granger," Malfoy questioned to the relative silence, "where in Merlin's name did you take us?" His grumbles made Hermione turn to him.

With wide eyes, Hermione answered her time-travelling companion. "Not where Malfoy… you mean when…"

- June 8 1999 -

Justin was returning from the garden with some fresh vegetables in hand. His plan on making soup to appease his friends was bound to work; Justin was sure. It had been a characteristically bitter and cold winter that year, and the spring was just defrosting into a very mild summer. The late parsnips and green asparagus hung in his grip.

Stuck within the confines of the safe house and attached garden had bred somewhat of a gardener out of Justin. Although Herbology was never his favourite subject in school, Justin was beginning to warm up to idea of growing his own food.

Once inside, Justin laid his essentials bag (a bag holding everything he would need if he had to escape quickly) on the counter. Just as he went to grab a knife for the veggies, a patronus gracefully entered the kitchen through the windows.

It was a silvery fox. Seamus' voice softly echoed in Justin's ears. The fox spoke with urgency. "We have been betrayed. Dean and I are safe. Run."

- June 10 1999 -

Two days later, Justin was sneaking through Diagon Alley. Under the disillusionment charm, he felt safe enough to get around. The task he gave himself was to find some more of the Allies of the Light; he hated to be alone for too long. Justin kept slow and steady feet as he trailed behind a group of nattering pureblood witches. They were squabbling about nothing of consequence and Justin all but ignored their chatter.

Suddenly, a silvery hare swept by the street corner. Intrigued, Justin turned and followed it's direction. The only person who created a rabbit like patronus he knew of was Luna. They had worked together when Harry and Hermione had created Dumbledore's Army. She had always been kind, if not a little quirky.

On that train of thought, Justin wondered where Hermione was, if she had survived this long. Justin always admired the spunky little muggleborn witch. Hermione was braver than Justin ever could be, and had brilliance in tenfold.

Turning a sharp corner, Justin could just catch sight of the hare floating through the door of an unsuspecting looking shack. Breaking into a jog, Justin headed straight for the door.

In his haste, his slipped on the ground and fell into a puddle. It splashed his clothes, but he managed to shove his essentials sack into his robes. Unknowingly, the disillusionment charm had become undone with his lack of concentration and he was view-able to all of Diagon Alley.

"Well, looky here." A slimy voice rolled over his mud caked body. "I think we gots ourselves a mudblood." There was a split second of peace before three or four men descended upon Justin.

Blow after blow to his body stung. The pain was unbearable. A loud yell came from behind him just before he blacked out.