I wake up feeling someone's warm breath on and off my face. And the cut on my left leg hurts.

When I open my eyes, I see someone with blond hair whom I think is Malfoy. I lay on my back to lessen the pressure on my wounded leg. The back of my head hit something cold.

The time turner.

I wonder if we did it. Go back to the past.

I feel heavy and sore as I raise my upper body with my elbows. A cry of pain leaps out of my throat when my stomach bends. I bit my lip as a distraction. And when I reach it with my right arm, I realize that my arm is raw. It looks like the first layer of my skin has been taken off.

The white oxford shirt I wear is turning red over my stomach. I remember having a wound in my stomach but Harry healed it.

I hear a groan across the room.

I push myself upward to sit, and ignore the pain on my stomach. But the pressure forces a cough out of me, and I spit blood. The nausea is back making head dizzy. My eyes stings when a drop of sweat cascaded from my sweaty forehead.

"Harry?"

I narrow my eyes to see the place clearer. The room was rectangular with brick walls. No furniture. It looks like a cell but without bars. And I see no door, no windoe either.

Harry is there. He has his back against the wall. But it is not only him. Five…Six… Seven others are on their backs. They all look like they are from a fight.

Then I see a flicker of movement near Harry.

Malfoy?

Who is the blond beside me? I turn my attention to the guy on my left and watch him stir from unconsciousness. He definitely looks like Malfoy. They have the same shade of blond hair and sickly pale skin.

"Who the hell are you?" he asks. He tries to get up but he winces and drops to the ground. "You shouldn't be here."

I could ask you the same thing! Where is 'here' exactly?

"Hey! I asked you a question!" he shouts but he doesn't appear to be scary and dangerous from all the injuries he has. He gets up successfully this time. His hand strokes his jaw which seems to grow purple in color. "What year are you? Third Year?"

Is he a student? If he is, then why doesn't he know me?

Perhaps...

"What year is it?" I ask him.

He looks at me. "Dammit, woman. You never answer a simple question then you ask me one?!"

"Why are you inquiring such information?"

I turn to my right to see who spoke. It was a guy with curly black hair. Like the annoying blond, he does not look good with all the scars on his body.

"Oh, you're already up Lestrange." Says the blond to Lestrange. "I woke up and see this girl here. Girls are never allowed in here."

"Lestrange?" It was barely a whisper but his eyes caught mine in half a second.

He strided towards me and stops when I start to crawl away, ignoring the pain on my stomach. He crouched down at my level. My eyes widen when a smirk makes it way on his face.

"Did you and your friend steal from my vault?!"

Bellatrix flashes on my mind as he closed in on me. They are related. Which makes him a death eater. A bad guy.

"Who got into my vault?!"

I feel the air around me gradually vanishing. That memory that I tried to forget is coming back that it suffocates me.

"What year is it?" I ask.

Lestrange leans closer to me and locks his eyes with mine. I don't know what he is doing but when I feel my mind struggling I realize that he is trying to go through my mind.

"It's 1943! Why do you keep aski-"

"Avery." Lestrange interrupted the blond. "Wake up the others."

Avery. Lestrange. 1943.

I watch as Avery stand with difficulty and walk over to the next guy to him. He folded his sleeves up to his elbow and I set my eyes on the same mark Malfoy has on his left forearm. And the one on that appeared on the sky during 1994 Quidditch World Cup. The Dark Mark.

They are Tom Riddle's first death eaters.

I turn my face to Lestrange who is still trying to get in my head but still unsuccessful. I pat my right thigh through my skirt to get to my wand holster. When I feel the length of my wand, Lestrange's eyes fall to my wand on hand.

"Lestrange, I found two others." Avery says. He kicks Harry's stomach. Harry remained unconscious but adrenaline wakes me.

"Locomotor Mortis!"

"Reducto!"

I see my wand fly away from me and Avery standing and unharmed. Lestrange put his wand away after countering my attack. He looks at Avery.

"Avery." He says. "She is the girl."

The girl? What girl?

Avery's eyes widen for a moment and frowns. "Are you sure?"

Lestrange stare at me as he mumbles something and I slip into darkness.

I rise from the bed I woke up in ten minutes ago. My right arm is wrapped by bandages and so as my stomach. I took a deep breath and smell the air filled with strong smell of ointment and potions which made me dizzy. I feel my left leg with my hand and a mild sting strokes my insides.

I am definitely in the Hospital Wing right now. And my wand and its holster are at my bedside table together with the time turner. But how? Both Lestrange and Avery are wounded but they are not here when I woke up.

They will tell Voldemort about us and he will already be suspicious.

This is not good.

"You should sleep some more, dear." Madame Selaire says. She is the healer in this time period. She has the same blue eyes as Madame Pomfrey and the same strict personality but Madame Selaire has black hair.

No one is occupying the wing except for us. So Madame Selaire has nothing to do but tend to the three of us.

Harry and Malfoy remained unconscious.

I'm starting to get really worried. "Are they going to be okay?"

"Yes, dear." Madame Selaire says as she crouches down to pick up a blanket on the cabinet of my table. "They will wake up within the day."

"What if they are from Grindelwald?" Someone says. Grindelwald?

"That could explain why the girl has a time turner."

I see two figures behind a curtain divider two beds from me.

"Grindelwald?" I ask.

Madame Selaire places the folded blanket at my edge of my bed and walk towards two people. After a moment, Madame Selaire go back with them.

First is a woman. She looks like Malfoy's mother, Narcissa. And the other one is a man with long hair, long beard dressed with dress robes with brilliant colors and a half moon glasses settled at the bridge of his nose.

Professor Dumbledore?

As I look at him, I remember a fraction of Snape's memory when he was arguing with Dumbledore about what to do with Harry. My mouth taste bitter, maybe from a potion or the thought.

He is a younger version of Dumbledore which explains the auburn color of his hair and beard.

"So, when the time comes..." Snape says. "...the boy must die?"

"Yes... yes." Dumbledore answered. "He must die."

He looks at me. Inspecting every detail of my face.

"You've kept him alive, so he can die at the proper moment? You've been raising him like a pig for slaughter." Snape asks.

"Don't tell me now, that you've grown to care for the boy." Dumbledore says.

I frown at the memory Snape has given me before we left the Shrieking Shack. His mind was weak back then so he let me in his head. All of his memory about Harry.

Malfoy is stirring out of his sleep. He grunts and sits, removing the bed sheets away from him with his legs. He stretched his arms and looked like he saw a ghost.

"Dum…Dum…Dumbledore?" He stutter.

Then I remember the night at the Astronomy Tower.

Professor Dumbledore's probing eyes turn to Malfoy. Relief floods into my veins.

"It appears you know me while I know nothing about you." Professor Dumbledore said.

When Malfoy looks at my direction, Professor Dumbledore's eyes follow. He stared at me. I took a deep breath. I don't know if I could trust him. But he's the only one from the past whom we know who's going to understand that we are not crazy. Hagrid was on his third year right now. And he will never believe anything we say.

"I… I'm Hermione Granger sir." I said. Before I continue, I look at the healer. She can't hear anything beyond this. Dumbledore just smiled and made the healer go out.

"Who might you be young man?" Professor Dumbledore asked. Draco regained his composure and said, "Draco Malfoy."

"Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy, I propose you have a talk with Headmaster Dippet. Three teenagers appearing inside the school premises who were unconscious and badly wounded is not a trivial thing."

"Gellert Grindelwald." I said. "Is he attacking muggles right now?"

Professor Dumbledore looks at me and to the table behind me.

"Is that yours Ms. Granger?"

I stare at him for three seconds; he didn't answer me but I moved my gaze towards where his gaze was and saw the time turner. Professor Mcgonagall gave it to us. It's ours. But is it safe to let others know that we own one? I heard him telling the healer that it may have some connections with our possible allegiance to Grindelwald.

I didn't know what to answer. Shall I trust him? My gaze rested upon Harry's face and remembered Snape's memory. I settled not to answer.

"It was his plan. He and I were acquaintances before. He shared his plans with me. And I believe that what you were inquiring about has never happened." Professor Dumbledore pauses and looks at the windows. "Yet."

So it hadn't happen yet and I just give away a hint from the future.

"We're from the future, sir." I said. "We came back to change the future. It was the future you whom made the plan for us to come back."

He looks at me. Calculating.

"I think this could help us." Draco said while handing out an envelope to Professor Dumbledore. "It was from the future you."

He passed it to Professor which he examined. It was a simple looking envelope.

Professor whispered something we couldn't hear and suddenly the envelope opened. He looked up and smiled at us then turned to some papers inside the envelope.

Should I ask him what happened to Lestrange and Avery?

"I think I should let you three rest first until I finish reading this." Professor Dumbledore said. "I would be back shortly."

He exits the room with the woman who didn't speak at all. But I felt her eyes on me all the time.

"Granger, don't you trust him?"

"Trust who?" I say as I jump away from my bed and walk over to Harry.

"Dumbledore."

I stop and look at the door where Professor exited. Malfoy doesn't know. "Why do you ask?" I sat on Harry's bed and caress his face.

"You look like you don't."

I bite my lower lip. Trust is very valuable so I don't answer him."The woman before looked like your mother."

I'll tell them about Avery and Lestrange when Harry wakes up.