AN: I know there are a lot of these out there, but I wanted to try my hand at writing one. I will warn you in advance that in this story, she will not be remaining in the past.

Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter.

Prologue

Flashes of spells flew through the skies, the castle walls began crumbling under impact, the dead dropped to the ground; all of this changed the once joyful setting of Hogwarts. This was the end. There was no way to hold them off for good; good would lose. Hermione, the girl who never gave up, had been refusing defeat. She cast spell after spell, stunning Deatheater after Deatheater, but it wasn't enough; they just kept coming. Her face was tired and distraught, but she fought on. She was numb. She didn't think of how little sleep she was going on, or the pain coursing through her body. If she thought of all that she would lose, so she pushed it away. She fought alongside her friends and loved ones, and it felt like every time she turned around someone she knew was lying there, dead.

There was a moment of silence, and Hermione's hand went up to touch the golden time turner around her neck. Mcgonagall had given it to her to use as a last resort, though, at the moment Hermione wasn't seeing what good it would do. They would still lose regardless, too many were already dead.

Hermione heard a shrill cackle somewhere to her left, followed by a crazed voice saying, "Scared, Weaslebee?" No, Hermione thought as she turned around sharply to see Ron with his wand held out and pointed at Bellatrix Lestrange. A vicious grin was upon her face and she had her wand pointed as well.

Before Hermione had the time to move, the words "Avada Kedavra!" had left Bellatrix's lips. Ron hadn't been ready, he didn't have the chance to cast a defensive spell or move out of the way, it had happened too fast. The spell hit him square in the chest and Hermione watched as the life drained from his face. Without thinking, a cry escaped her lips, causing Bellatrix to turn on her next.

Hot tears fell and left streaks on her dirt covered face. That was it, the war was proceeding to take everything she loved and cared about. It would probably even take her life as well. She had that matter to deal with as she saw that Bellatrix was raising her wand.

"Don't worry mudblood, you'll be joining your boyfriend soon enough." Bellatrix and Hermione locked in battle, matching each others skilled wand work. Hermione never let her guard down as she continued to block the curses being cast at her. Suddenly though, there was one curse thrown at her that she had no chance to shield. She thought for sure she would be done for, just as Ron had been. She tried to dive out of the way, but the light was upon her, striking her. Somehow, it didn't hit her though, well, at least not all of her. The curse hit the necklace in the center of her chest directly; The Time Turner.

The next thing Hermione saw was white. Everything around her was bright white light and it felt as if she were floating. Thump! She felt herself crash harshly onto a cold ground, then everything went dark.