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CHAPTER 1

Hermione screamed as she saw harry's hand reaching for her slowly disappear in a hazy mist. His frightened eyes telling her that he was not willing to loose anyone else to this cursed war. Hermione raised her wand frantically trying to cast a spell to stop the air swirling around her, but nothing was working!

She watched in dismay as her hand froze and her voice stopped working and as the world around her grew blurred. She could still hear the faint noise of Harry's voice.

"Hermione!"

And then the world grew black.

"ugh...what in the world...?"

Hermione opened her eyes groggily and looked at the sight in front of her. It looked like she was transported back to Hogwarts.

She took note of herself. Her lips felt chapped, her eyes were blurry, her throat felt like someone had rubbed it with sandpaper and her sides ached.

At least nothing is broken, she thought wryly.

She stood up slowly and made her way to Hogwarts. Maybe Professor McGonagall was still up and could help her apparate back to the Grimmauld Place. After all it was partly her fault that she was in this mess.

Flashback

She had convinced Harry for a quick stop at the Grimmauld Place because she needed some books from the Black library. But while looking through some of the ancient tombs, one book had caught her eye. She felt like she'd seen the name somewhere before, De ephemeris tempus viator. Curiously she had flipped it open thinking it might help with their search for Horcruxes. Just as she was turning a page, Harry barged in.

"Hurry up Mione! we don't have much time before they realize we came back here."

She jumped and looked at Harry guiltily knowing that the book in her hand was definitely not the one they were looking for.

"Ouch!"

She looked down as a drop of blood oozed out from her finger from a paper-cut. And then it was as if everything was in slow motion.

The drop of blood fell onto the book with what seemed like a loud splatter and all of a sudden her arms felt like lead. The book dropped and landed on the floor with a soft tap.

After that it was all a hazy memory

End of Flasback

So deep in her thoughts that she almost missed the voices approaching her from afar.

Maybe it was the an instinctual response honed in the times of the war but something told her that she did not want to come face to face with the voices. She quickly hid behind a bush and watched as the voices drew near to her hiding place.

"So I told him that we should torch his clothes and sectumsempra the bastard for lying to us about you know..."

"Hell we could always fuck with his girlfriend. Did you see her tits?"

Raucous laughter filled the air as the others laughed in agreement.

Hermione held her breath as they slowly crossed the place where she was hiding. She inched forward slightly in hopes of seeing their faces. She sucked her breath as she saw them. It cant be! She had seen him die in the Department of Mysteries.

Her brain furiously tried analyzing what she just saw and the only conclusion she reached was that somehow she had been transported back in time. Now the only problem was to figure out Where in time.

Author's Notes: So this is my very first attempt at writing a fanfic. I've read thousands and i had a random urge to write one today. I'm being honest when i say that i have no idea where this story is going (long-term that is) so i'll gladly accept constructive criticism.

So please review and let me know your thoughts.

Thanks :)