By the time Hermione came out, the boys were gone.
'Thank god!' She thought with a hand on her chest, her face describing a word of relief.
In the restroom, she noticed she didn't have her beaded bag. "Uh- Madame something, uh, I had a bag with me, tiny and light, do you know where it is?" She asked.
"Oh dearie, it's there," she said pointing towards the shelf in the corner. "Thank you," Hermione replied as she got up to get it.
"Just sit down, Headmaster Dippet and Professor Dumbledore are on their way," the young matriarch told Hermione, ushering her to the bed after she got her beaded bag.
Wait. What?
"What the bloody fuck are you talking about?" Hermione cussed out.
Hermione dug her hand in her beaded bag, only to find her time turner.
She lightly touched the knob, and it broke. She got sucked into a vortex and was greeted instead of a bed, a large table in the great hall with students screaming.
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THE GREAT HALL; 2:00 p.m. 1947
Fuck, she travelled 2 hours into future.
Well, there goes my time turner.
Something was prodding her back as she opened her eyes and saw flickering- lights?
No, they were candles.
Students were hovering around her, as she laid down in her own pool of blood.
She casually got up, and took out the dagger in her stomach, with a small string of curses out of her mouth.
Everyone was gaping at her, shocked as she cut her hand with the same dagger and squeezed her hand as the blood dripped out of her hand.
"Me deinceps tempore, Redeat sanguis meus pacem, quae feci stragem" she chanted in latin, as she felt a twirling sensation in her stomach and the world was spinning, once again.
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THE GREAT HALL, 1977, SEPTEMBER 4TH, 8:00 p.m.
"Oi, Padfoot, pass me the garlic knots, will ya?" James Potter called out at the welcoming feast of Hogwarts.
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FanfictionAll Hermione ever wanted was people not to judge her, but life didn't give that since like isn't fair. In the Battle of Hogwarts, Antonion Dohlov struck a dark curse. A curse no one knew about. Hermione, on the verge of dying, was now in 1947. She t...
