Our Time or Yours? (A Bellatrix Lestrange Fanfiction)

Perhaps...

Approximately fifteen minutes later, during which Ginny did innumerable things for her appearance, and Harry sat, his brow furrowed, nearly forgetting to change out of his pajamas, and rushed to get dressed, Ron and Hermione burst through the door, looking flushed from the crisp fall air. 

Hermione looked happy, but her face fell almost comically as she, intuitive as ever said, "What's wrong, Harry? What happened?" She put one foot into the doorway, when Ron came up behind her, holding a licorice wand in his hand, and looking obliviously between the three tense faces.

"Oh bloody hell, a man gets a licorice wand, comes back, and You Know Who comes back, " He joked. When the three were silent, he laughed again and said, "Ha, very funny. Happy Halloween, Harry, Ginny." 

Hermione snatched the licorice out of his fisted hand, and hissed, "Ronald, look at your friend's face! Does this look like a laughing matter, or a time for licorice wands?"

"No, dear, of course not." Ron said rather quickly. Hermione's face contorted with determination as she clambered into the doorway, wiping water off of her boots on the mat. 

"What happened?"

Harry dragged a hand down the side of his face, and said, "I think you'd better sit down."

Soon, all four of the friends were seated at the table, looking solemnly at one another, Hermione looking expectantly at Harry.

"Well, see, it could just be a dream, but I'm nearly positive it's not. Lord Voldemort was talking to me, sort of like a weak whisper, and warning me how, I'm still going to suffer, like he has someone-" He struggled to think of words , "Someone, who will finish off what he started, or perhaps the better wording would be, to restart what I ended."

Hermione, with a shaking hand, pulled a woolen cap off of her head, that she had forgotten to remove, and sipped her tea.

"So, he's back?" She concluded.

"No, no, that's not it. He knows it's over for him. But there must be someone, one of his followers maybe, that is going to finish me off. He was laughing at me, at our relief." His hands had clenched into fists. 

Hermione frowned, staring into her cup, which had dancing hippogriffs on it.  

Ron cleared his throat and said, "So it's obvious then...a dedicated follower it is."

"Whose someone that would never give up on him? Most of the death eaters are cowards at heart anyway."

Ron's face lit up. "Bellatrix Lestrange! Think about it, she would literally kill herself if he asked her to!"

Hermione sighed. "It's brilliant, Ronald, but there's just one flaw. Bellatrix is dead. Your mother killed her."

Ron wasn't letting go of his idea. "Horcruxes, Hermione! I wouldn't be surprised if she had her own at this point.   He looked at Harry, and then at Ginny, who were both contemplating. At the sight of this, Hermione suddenly grew worried.

"You don't actually believe him, do you, Harry? Harry?"

"He has a point, Hermione. I mean, no one knows, there's no way of finding out..."

Hermione suddenly turned her back to them, rummaging through her bag, hanging off the top of her chair. Harry could her rustling as her hands dug to the very depths. She faced them again, triumphant. 

"My time turner! I took it right before I left, in case, well, Hogwarts wasn't there anymore."

The three others were looking confusedly into her brilliant chocolate eyes. "Oh, you idiots! We can go back in time, and see whether or not she created any!"

Their hearts, which yearned secretly for another adventure, were suddenly beating faster. Hermione was scrawling something in a notepad, that had also come from the depths of her purse.

"Now what are you doing? Seriously, that bag is the equivalent of Hagrid's coat."

Hermione shot him a look, and then said matter of factly,  "My purse has been more useful than you in several occasions." Ron fell silent as she continued. "I'm making a list of people we should talk to, to see if there's any evidence before we get into this."

Harry put on a brave face, and said, "Alright, sounds like a plan. Who's first?"

Hermione smirked, "We've broken into the Ministry, now we need to break into Azkaban, and speak with Rodolphus Lestrange."