There was terror everywhere. People were dropping like flies left and right. Hermione sprinted towards the crumbling castle of Hogwarts, with one last plan in mind. Harry wouldn't want Hermione to do it, but only so many people were still fighting, and most had died at the hands of the Death Eaters.
She ran up the stairs three at a time, pausing briefly at a window to watch the battle. The fighters had led most of the fights inside, and she desperately wished that Harry was safe.
Safe or not, if I succeed, none this needs to happen.
"Dumbledore!" Hermione gasped as she approached the gargoyles that guarded the Headmaster's office. They sprang to life, allowing Hermione up the moving stairs. She didn't bother waiting, Hermione's legs wouldn't stop, and they carried her to the top quicker than she could've imagined.
Bursting through the door, she proceeded to tear apart the office, looking for the magical artifact she needed so much. The portraits all raised their eyebrows at the noise and mess she was creating, save one. Professor Dumbledore's face remained perfectly calm, betraying no emotions; he simply watched the girl rummage through every drawer, look in every cupboard for something.
"I believe this is what you're looking for?" a voice asked behind her. Hermione spun around, whipping out her wand in one swift motion, pointing it at the frozen form behind her.
"Malfoy." It wasn't a question.
"Granger." Draco Malfoy's tone indicated he wasn't impressed by the wand that was pointed at his neck. "I believe I have what you're looking for."
"What? How would you know what I'm looking for, Malfoy?" Hermione snarled.
"Dumbledore, through Severus. He knew what you've come to do more than a year ago, and I'm supposed to give you this, and tell you it's been modified to suit your needs." Draco answered. In his hand held a time turner.
"I- Thank you, Malfoy."
Hermione reached out to take it, but Draco held it back.
"Dumbledore also mentioned..."
"What?" Hermione answered wearily. She wasn't in the mood to argue.
"...That I should go along with you."
"What!"
"Hear me out, Granger. I'm a Slytherin, you need me to teach you how to act like one if you want to get into Ol' Voldy's good graces. I'm also pretty advanced at magic, and you might need backup. Besides, Dumbledore asked me to go, and you wouldn't want to defy him, would you?" By this time, Draco Malfoy's voice was growing desperate. "Please, Hermione, let me do this, let me help you to make up for everything I ever did wrong."
Hermione thought it out. It was true, everything he said. And if he wanted to make up for his mistakes, so be it. The worst he could do was get himself killed, or kill her, or get them both stuck in the 1950s.
"Whatever. Come on, I don't want to be around if Voldemort wins."
"Too late." Draco whispered as green sparks rose to form a skull over the castle. "Come on, if we go back, we can't just appear out of nowhere into the Headmaster's office."
And with that, he apparated them to the obliterated gates just outside of Hogwarts, proving that the school and all of its charms were gone.
Hermione slung the chain over both their heads and started to turn the Time-Turner.
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Reckless ~ Tomione
FanfictionThey were losing the war, everyone could feel it, but they kept fighting as though they couldn't. Hermione tried to ignore the fact that the the Death Eaters outnumbered them, at least by three to one, and that wasn't even including the giants, deme...
