Timeless

Prologue

"What is it?" The young woman asked her two friends. They all looked like they had been through hell. But they didn't seem to mind or even notice the cuts and bruises on their faces and arms, nor did they care that their robes were in tatters. These simple mundane things were the least of their worries, for their eyes held great sadness and relief, a strange combination.

Around them lay the remains of a great battlefield. The once green fields were reduced to dirt, with few patches of green. There were many lifeless bodies scattered among the whole place, and some of the few survivors were gathering them for a proper burial. The trio stood near an ominous dark forest, which seemed to be pulsing with power and strange magic. Beyond the hills stood a huge stone castle, once a beacon of power, family, and knowledge. Now, it was reduced to a depressing crumbling building from both the battle and age.

"I don't know," the dark haired one replied. He seemed surprised that the brunette had no answer. "We found it with the rest of Voldemort's collection."

The object was round, with large cracks running down the surface. It seemed to be made of glass. Suddenly the object started to glow with an ominous blue light. Before the two men could protest, or even stop the curious girl, she reached a tentative finger to the strange artifact and touched it.

A huge blast knocked the three of them, sending them flying in different directions. When the dark haired boy got up, he wandered over to his friend, the tall ginger haired one. "Where's Hermione?" The ginger asked, rubbing his eyes.

The two searched all over the grounds for their beloved friend, but alas, couldn't find any trace of her. "She's still alive," the dark haired one murmured fiercely. "I can feel it."