Who Knew?

1. How It All Happened

Hermione's POV
I am walking to the Great Hall, time turner wrapped around my neck. Harry and Ron are along either side of me, our minds severely shook from the whole Wizarding war. After a constant begging from me, the three of us returned to our 7th year at Hogwarts in order to complete our education. From immediately after that traumatic war, I've decided to keep track of all my precious magical items, including my time turner. Professor McGonagall has even promised us a speech of gratitude during today's lunch at the Great Hall, and all three of us are hurriedly walking through the halls.

Immediately after we walk through the doors of the Great Hall, I realize that I left my Charms book in the classroom.
"Oh No!" I exclaim. Harry and Ron look at me inquisitively.
I drag them to the side of a corridor and exasperatedly explain ,"I left my Charms book in the classroom. I have to go get it."
"Are you kidding me Mione?!" Ron yells.
"No Ronald, I am not! What else am I supposed to do? I can't just wait! I need to finish the assignment, and I need the book for that!!" I argue back. "You know what? It's ok; I'll just use the time turner!"

I'm turning the tiny clock on the time turner, when my body starts to glitch. Panicking, I look towards Ron and Harry who are both worriedly calling my name. They grab my arms, in an attempt to take me to Madam Pomphrey. I am yelling at them, warning them to not hold me, but it is too late. With the blink of an eye, we are transported to a new location, one filled with muggles, buildings, and honking cars. I look around and comprehend that we have been transported to the muggle New York City. Except, it is different from what I have learned about New York during my muggle schooling. This one is filled with screens on buildings, and projections on walls. It is colorful and bright, and the technology looks so much more advanced!

"Where are we?" Harry asks.
"More like When are we?" I respond in awe.

3rd Person POV
"Um, no seriously, where are we??" Harry asks again.
"Harry, you know that muggle city that we learned about in school. The one located in America, named New York City? Well... that's where we are," Hermione breathes out.
"But the pictures look nothing like this," Harry says.

Hermione runs over to a newspaper on the floor, and reads the date on it.
"August 23, 2022," Hermione reads, smiling, her point apparently proven.
"2022?!" Harry yells, eyes wide. "How is that possible?"
"We have traveled to the future Harry! The time turner records my life, and apparently, I travel to New York in the future," Hermione excitedly explains.
"Okay.... WHAT IS GOING ON?!" Ron inquires.
"Oh, Ron, just follow me," Hermione replies, clearly impatient.

Hermione knew that they had to find a way to attract the least amount of attention as possible, but find help from trustworthy people.
The three walked north for what seemed like ages, until they weren't even in the city anymore. They were in a grassy field, and noticed a large platform.
She looks up, and sees a large letter A placed on the top of a fashionable building.
The three walk straight through the door, and enter a lobby. A receptionist looks at them, raking her eyes over their robes and wands. She immediately calls the Avengers who each live in different areas, clearly skeptical of these odd people. No one has entered this building in around 4 years, nevertheless, she still gets paid from her billionaire boss.
The group of superheroes show up at different times, and gasp at the sight before them.
Even the Golden Trio try to fathom the sight of these people dressed up in Halloween costumes, their wands up as a defense.
The metal red and gold robot automatically opens its face mask to uncover a man with a goatee.
He cleared his throat before speaking, his voice raised, "Who Are You??".