Disclaimer: The plots mine and yet that still doesn't make me the owner of the Harry Potter World.
A/N: I know the begining is short, sorry.
She stood staring at the time-turner in her hand. Their last chance, but she, Hermione Granger, couldn't bring herself to turn the wheel and go back in time. She Harry Potter's best friend and the miss know it all, was afraid, afraid of messing with time. Killing her first person wasn't even close to feeling what she felt now but she had made a promise and she intended to keep it.
---Flashback---
"Hermione," a familiar voice whispered behind her, turning in her seat, Hermione looked at her best friend. "Harry, you should be sleeping," Hermione whispered back, all the others were asleep, resting for the wedding tomorrow and Hermione didn't want to wake them.Harry grinned and ran a hand through his black hair, showing his scar for a moment. "I know and you should be sleeping too but" He held up a hand to stop her from speaking, "I needed to ask you something, not tell you to sleep."
"Oh," was her only reply. She watched as Harry sat down next to her at the kitchen table and waited for him to speak again.
"You remember how I disappeared for a few hours while at the Dursley's," he continued at her nod, " Well, I went to get this," Harry pulled a time-turner out of his pajama pocket and handed it to her.
"What are you getting at Harry?" Hermione asked as she took the time-turner.
"Hermione, I want you to do something for me. You have to promise okay?"
"What Harry?"
If I die before," he hesitated, "before I kill Voldemort I want you to go back in time and find some way to stop or help stop him. Promise me you will?"
She sat still and thankfully Harry said nothing whie she thought. She knew there would be no way to return if she did and so did Harry. That was the reason they hadn't tried it before. Finally, in a small voice Hermione said, "I promise Harry."
---End of flashback---
It had been two years since that night and in the midst of all the fighting she had almost forgotten about her promise.
Shouts, from outside caught her attention and she knew it was now or never. She started turning the wheel, slowly at first but faster as the noises grew closer. The door in front of her blasted open. She looked at the three Death Eaters, who stood in the doorway wands raised and yelling curses at her. The impact of two slashing spells and some unfamiliar curse caused her to stop turning the wheel. She saw them melt away before the darkness descended.