Author's Note
So I hope things will start to pick up with these next couple chapters. Thanks for the reviews!
Anyway, Disclaimer! I own no one but Gwen.

Gwen stepped out into the cool night air, breathing a sigh of relief as she entered the garden. This was all too much for her. Her parent's death, these pitiful breakdowns she kept having, and now Harry Potter? It was so…unnerving. She'd heard all about him, of course. But she had never expected to meet him under these circumstances. And his eyes! They looked exactly like hers! Like she was looking into a mirror!
She turned suddenly at the sound of the door behind her. There he was.

"I'm sorry I-" He began, backing away.
"No, it's alright. You're Harry aren't you? I guess we didn't get a chance to be introduced properly." She offered him her hand, "Guinevere Jessel-Weasley."

Harry took her hand, which was cool to the touch. "Harry Potter, at your service." He said, grinning slightly. She smiled back and his heart skipped a beat.

"So, are you part of the wedding tomorrow?" she asked, making conversation.
"Nah, unless a groomsman goes missing suddenly. That seems to be a convenient way of joining the wedding party."
She laughed quietly. "Yes it was rather convenient. Rather like fate had already expected me to arrive here."

They were walking along the garden path now, Harry watching her out of the corner of his eye. She was fiddling with something, a necklace she was wearing under her shirt. He glanced away quickly as she looked up.

"What?"
He shook his head "Nothing." He lied.

She pulled the necklace out. On the end of a long golden chain, there was a simple hourglass, suspended in the middle of a gold circle. It spun delicately, the sand shimmering in the moonlight.

"It's a time turner." She said quietly. "It was my fathers. It was the first thing I grabbed before I left."
"Have you thought of going back and trying to save them?"
"I did. But I know the risks, it would be extremely dangerous. My father nearly died using it once on a Ministry mission. It hurts so much knowing that I have to the tools to go back and save them, but that it is better not to even try." She clenched the golden chain in her fist, a pained look on her face.

Harry nodded in understanding. She slipped the time turner back inside her shirt, tucking it close to her heart. They had come to the end of the path, and were standing underneath the old apple tree. Harry cleared his throat.

"I should be getting back in, Ron could probably use some help with the…umm…cleaning."
"Yeah, of course. It was nice meeting you."
She watched him make his way back down the path in the moonlight. She hadn't told him! She would have to tomorrow, and she would send their Professor McGonagall a letter as well.

If it went well, it would end in the defeat of the Dark Lord and the saving of the wizarding world. But if it went wrong, it would end in their erasing of possibly all exsistence.
Gwen had a right to be nervous.