Heeeyyoooooo long time no see whoops sorry I kind of lost my muse! However I'm back. I hope I'm up to usual standard! Love you all! Might decide to end it after this chapter, we'll see. Please remind yourselves that I own no characters or anything.
also don't kill me if you don't like it.
it's not my choice.
well it is but yeah sshhh

"So you mean to say," Hermione fumed, glaring at the Doctor "That you started a war between humans and some sort of alien race?!"

"I thought the humans would win. They should have. I couldn't defend them forever." the Doctor said, head in hands.

"How long has this been going on?"

"Maybe.. Ten thousand years? I don't know!" the Doctor huffed, opening the doors to the TARDIS.

"Doctor, where are you going?" Hermione asked.

"We are going back in time to find Rory and Amy."

The two Timelords manned the TARDIS, following each other's queues as to what to do. It wasn't the usual flicking of switches lets-see-where-we-end-up kind of attitude any more. It was more of an elegant yet violent dance, determination set in the eyes of both of them. Hermionie wondered if the Doctor knew what he was doing. Catching his eye every once in a while she saw a fierce fire of what seemed like hatred that she had never experienced before. Usually it was as though the two of them had known each other for millennium, but now he was different. Dangerous.

The TARDIS finally settled. The Doctor stared at Hermionie with the same demonic glint in his eyes. "Ready?" he asked her, a manic smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. All she could do was nod and slowly follow him through the doors.

What they exited out into was incredibly anticlimactic. The inside of a derelict building stained their eyes as they determinedly marched down hall after hall. Never-ending grey walls met dusty tile floors, off of which shone dying fluorescent lights. For some reason there were no doors down any of the halls the two of them walked, which marked Hermionie as curious. What kind of a building has no doors but hallways?

"Doctor?" she quietly asked, keeping her tone similar to one used in the house of the dying. Seeing that her whisper went unheard, she tried again, yet louder. "Doctor where are we going?"

The Doctor blatantly ignored her questioning, keeping his face turned from her point of view. He walked with purpose, however it was obvious that whatever courage he was playing to have was faked. He had the posture of a terrified man going to do something much past his abilities.

"Doctor please, if I know maybe I can help." Hermionie pressed. She was growing more unsure of following the Timelord as the minutes of walking rolled past.

Before she had a chance to ask much more, they finally reached their apparent destination. It was a simple, wooden, grey door, the same colour as the walls they were walking past. The paint was flaking off in areas and what looked like a water stain was seeping along the top, however it looked much more inviting than the halls they had wandered.

"Whatever you do, don't look behind you." the Doctor murmured, still keeping his face turned from her. Slowly, he reached for the doorknob and touched it as though to check if it was hot. Finally deciding that it was okay, he opened the door. Slowly at first, then all at once, an endless void reached their eyes.

Looking into the endless darkness, it was as thought all happy memory had died inside of her, like her brain was on fire and her skin was tearing. But she couldn't say anything. She could barely even move. Her whole body felt as though it was being compressed and expanded at the same time. This was much worse than any jinx or curse she had ever met, billions of times worse than a dementor attack.

As suddenly as the pain began, it stopped. Hermionie looked around, and still seeing nothing called out desperately.

"Doctor!"

No answer.

"Doctor help!"

After once again hearing nothing, something inside of her dropped. It was like an icy hand gripped her insides and pulled down.

"Please Doctor, I can't see anything!" she screamed, her voice cracking. Never before had she felt so alone and abandoned. Pulling out her wand, she cast the lumos spell, however where the glowing light should have been emitted came nothing. She tried disapparating, sending cries for help through her patronus, every magical thing she could think of. Nothing worked. She had no happy memories to even begin to produce a patronus, she couldn't tell if she was turning or not to disapparate, and in a fit of desperation and exhaustion she attempted to just begin running, thinking that maybe she hadn't been abandoned and she just had to run in the right direction.

Nothing happened, nothing changed. She was totally and completely alone.

She laid down on the seeming nothingness around her and wondered why she had been left. Sacrifice? No, the Doctor was too good for that. He would sooner probably kill himself than sacrifice the only other timelord in the universe. Keeping her safe was another possibility. He had been quite a terrifying, yet terrified man when she saw him. Having already put the Ponds in trouble he obviously would be beside himself if he got her in the middle of danger as well. However, for whatever reason she could not find comfort in that thought.

What could have been hours passed since she was relieved from her pain and still nothing had changed. The silence around her had become deafening. She couldn't even break it by humming, simply because she couldn't hear herself. "Maybe I'm dead" she thought aloud from her somehow comfortable position on the "floor". Deciding to change position, she rolled onto something immensely different from the textures she had grown used to. Trying to jump back in fight (which went completely useless, seeing as she was lying down) she hit the edge of the object with her elbow. The object then responded to this by grabbing her by her arm, at which point she decided flailing about was the best use of her time. However, when she finally hit something with her hand, the reaction from the object was not as expected.

"'Mionie I swear if you do not stop hitting me.." a muffled voice rang out crystal clear from the darkness. She paused. She hadn't heard that voice since...

"Sirius?"

Suddenly, as though he was there the entire time, a body materialized. Popping silently into existence was her best fiend's godfather. Her dead best friend's godfather. Who was also dead.

"I know what you're thinking, and no, you are not dead." Sirius said hurriedly, pulling her along though the abyss. The sputtering coming from her mouth couldn't form words. "Neither am I, thank you for asking. I was wondering when you'd get here. Don't ask me where 'here' is, I don't know. Last place I remember seeing was that unsettling room in the Department of Mysteries."

Hermionie continued to stare at the back of Sirius' head until she finally found her voice, "How did you find me?" she croaked.

Sirius stopped for a moment. Turning around and staring at her with a calculating look, he turned back around and continued to pull her. "We're both getting out of here. This is for sure. I'm not sure when we're going to show up, or where, or anything, but we will." he looked at her and smiled, "Hermionie, we can all go back to the way it's supposed to be. You, me, Harry..."

"Harry's coming back with us, too?" Hermionie asked, confused as to how. Harry hadn't fallen through the veil. He had been hit by a-

"What do you mean Harry too? Did he fall through some other veil?" Sirius interrupted her thoughts and obstructed her automatic walking, accidentally tripping her in the process. Hermionie quickly got up and told the man to forget about it, and that she was just being silly. Obviously this was enough for Sirius, because the two began their fast walk to wherever they were going.

The two turned multiple times, and even though there were no path markers the route seemed familiar; like she had taken it before. As she was attempting to remember where she had walked this path before, she was pulled down by Sirius. Falling for a good few seconds, and then landing.

Thankfully, she landed on a soft surface. Unfortunately, that soft surface was Sirius Black.

yo ok so I'm ending this here cause I think that's a good length i'll probably update it in a week. Maybe. If you're all nice.

Unfortunately I didn't get as far in the story as I'd hoped to. Probably another few chapters to come! Stay tuned.

Or not.

I Might disappear for a half a year again.