Slowly the rushing slowed and Hermione and Ginny could feel solid ground beneath their feet, and hear voices shouting around them. As the strange fog lifted from over the girls they realized that they were not in the Hogwarts grounds anymore. It was not hard, grassy earth beneath their feet but smooth, worn-down cobblestones. The voices were loud and unfamiliar, shouting about things like fish and horses. As their eyesight cleared both girls found themselves on the sidewalk of a paved street, horse-drawn carriages running down the road beside them and people in old fashioned clothing going about their business. No one paid much attention to Hermione and Ginny except a group of girls not much older than them, who were whispering among themselves and staring at their clothes. Ignoring them, Hermione grabbed Ginny's arm and pulled her to the side of the sidewalk, standing so close to a row of bushes that Hermione could feel the leaves pressing into her side.
"What the hell is going on?!" Ginny exclaimed.
"I don't know but keep your voice down. I think we're in the past. Very far in the past, judging by the clothes and horses."
"But how are we supposed to get back to the present? With normal Time-Turners you have to wait till time catches up right?"
"Yes, but that was no ordinary Time-Turner. Neither of us activated it at all. So hopefully that means there is a way to get back. Think about it Ginny, yes we're in the past but its probably somewhere in the eighteen hundreds."
"So?"
"Just because we're in the past doesn't mean that the Wizarding World doesn't exist. And if the Wizarding World exists then the Ministry of Magic does too. We need to go find them." Hermione started walking up the street, and Ginny hurried to follow saying,
"Well at least I'm stuck here with the smartest witch ever." Hermione just rolled her eyes.