This isn't a much longer chapter, but I'm still just trying to get this started!

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny sat around the Burrow's table in silence, each absorbed in their own thoughts. Suddenly, Hermione sighed, pushed her chair back from the table, and stood up. When the other three turned to look at her she said firmly, "We need a vacation."

Ron, and Ginny nodded, and Harry said, "Tell me about it, I could use an escape from everyone asking me about how I defeated Voldemort…."

Hermione nodded and said, "I thought so. I was thinking about… the beach. You know, somewhere like the Caribbean."

Ginny and Harry murmured in agreement, but Ron rolled his eyes and said, "Do you really think that will help though? I mean, it might be a bit better… but if someone wants to see us, it wouldn't take much effort to Apparate there, would it?"

Hermione bit her lip, thinking. Suddenly, her face lit up. "I've got it," she breathed. "We'll go back in time! No one will know us!"

Harry and Ron looked startled, but Ginny nodded. "I think that it's a brilliant idea, Hermione," she said eagerly. Her smile slipped a bit, and she added doubtfully, "The only problem is that we don't have a Time-Turner…."

Hermione shook her head. "Actually, I do have one," she said, a little guiltily.

The other three stared at her, and she reddened. Harry opened his mouth to question her, but Ron thumped him on the back and said, "Harry, do you want to go or not?"

Harry closed his mouth. He looked doubtful, but didn't say anything.

Looking relieved at having escaped questioning, Hermione said briskly, "Alright, let's get ready to leave, then."

"Now?" asked Ginny incredulously. "Just like that?" Hermione nodded.

"I already suggested it to Mrs. Weasley," she said happily. "She thought that it was a brilliant idea, too!"

"Alright then," said Ron, stretching. "The sooner we get out of here, the better, I suppose."

They trooped off upstairs, gathered their things (in a surprisingly short time), and Hermione magicked the trunks to the Caribbean. As one, the foursome turned on their heels and Disapparated to follow their things.

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Lucius and Draco Malfoy lay in the sand on the beach, watching a small group of people from the corner of their eyes. The four people had a golden chain encircling all of their necks. One busy-haired girl held a small hourglass that was hanging on the chain and was flipping it over and over- and, without warning, they were gone.

Lucius turned his head towards Draco and asked, "Did you see how many times she turned it?"

When Draco nodded, the shadow of a smile crossed Lucius' pale face, and he said, "Let's go, then…."

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A little dull maybe, but they just left for the Caribbean, so let's give it a chance!

~chickenwinglegolas