A/N:I wrote last fall that I would not be updating this story, the website gave me viruses and my computer was almost not usable. I am currently finishing this story and updating as quickly as I can on a public computer. Until then, I will be taking this story down. Please follow me as an author if you want to know when it goes back up.
I will be making some major changes and the story will not end up being the same as the one you read last year. This is simply because I have grown as a person and a writer and some of my ideas have changed.
I truly hope you choose to read the revised story, but in the meantime, enjoy chapter one.
Long time, no see? As you may have noticed, I have taken down all chapters except for this one. Without further ado, here is the first edited chapter. You'll notice only subtle changes, but the changes will get bigger and build off one another, so be sure to re-read. If you have any suggestions for edits, feel free to PM me. I only ask for respect, or I will not respond. Thank you!
Hermione sighed and put her things down in the entryway of her home and ran her fingers through her hair. She took note of the quiet house, smiling. With the Potters over so often moments like these were rare. Hermione slipped out of her shoes and padded down the hall.
"Ron?" she called. Instead of hearing her boyfriend's voice, she heard the sounds of drawers opening and closing, and loud music coming from their bedroom. When she walked through the door, she froze as she saw all of the bags heaped on the bed, stuffed with her boyfriend's clothes and other belongings. "Ron?" she repeated, "Ron!"
Finally after turning off the music, Ron saw her standing there.
"Are… are you going somewhere?" she asked. Ron sat on the bed and looked at her, taking a deep breath to steel himself.
"I think we need to get away from each other for a while." He started, "You're working so much, and you don't really have time for… us, whatever 'us' means anymore. I'm going to go work with George for a while, and live in the flat above the shop." He said, avoiding eye contact with her.
"I don't understand, did I do something wrong?" Hermione asked, blinking her eyes quickly, fighting back the tears that threatened to escape.
"No- I mean, yeah, but it isn't your fault! I knew work would come first and I should've thought about it more… I just… I'm lonely. I have needs too, ya know?" he said, not looking her in the eye.
"I see." Hermione said shortly, "well, don't let me keep you. Go on. Go." She said, pointing to the door.
"No! Ron, do you know how hard this job has been on me? Did you even think to ask? No. You didn't. If you did, you would know that I haven't slept in over twenty-four hours, and I had to go to the ministry to get a time turner just to keep up." She took out her wand and pointed it to the bed, "Pack." All of Ron's suitcases filled and closed with a snap. "I'm sorry I didn't have time to fulfill all of your needs. Get out."
"Get. Out." She growled, pointing her wand at his chest. With a crack, he was gone.
Suddenly it was if a dam had burst. Hermione took a deep, gasping breath, clapping one hand over her mouth. Another broke free, and soon she was sitting on the floor, sobbing her heart out. She reached to her neck, where she wore Ron's promise ring to her on a chain, after it had become too small for her finger. She grabbed the chain and pulled, breaking it off her neck and throwing it against the wall. When it landed however, it made an odd sound, like glass cracking. Hermione got up and looked across the room, gasping when she sees another golden chain alongside the silver one.
"No! No no no no no…" she whispered, scooping the time turner into her palm cradling it and inspecting the damage. She hissed with pain as she felt the little piece of glass cut her thumb.
As soon as her blood touched the glass, Hermione was thrown back in time faster than ever before. The world around her blurred, and she struggled to stay upright against the disorienting swirl of color around her. This was far worse than any sensation she was used to when using the time-turner.
Just as suddenly as it had begun, time stopped flying by, and Hermione stumbled forward, the ground pitching under her feet. She tried to regain her balance, but slipped on the muddy hillside and landed on her side with a painful crack to her head.
Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs walked down the grounds to Hagrid's hut, laughing about something or another. They were enjoying the day outside after nearly a week of rain. Though the ground was wet and muddy, the sun was shining and the boys ran down the hillside, letting all of their energy out.
As Hagrid's hut came into view, the group came to a stop as a girl appeared out of nowhere a few feet away from the door. They watched as she stumbled, then seemed to attempt to stand, swaying on her feet. She tried to take a step forward and slipped in the mud, her head hitting a stone in front of the hut with a crack!
James was the first to shake off his shock as he ran to the girl's side, and looked down in horror as he saw her eyes closing and a small pool of blood forming under her head.
"Hey!" he shouted, shaking her a bit, "don't go to sleep okay? You can't go to sleep." He turned around and faced his friends. "Peter, go back up to the castle and get Madam Pomfrey! She's bleeding! Padfoot, Moony, get over here."
Hermione looked on with blurry vision as two more faces appeared above her. She could hear them talking, but it took a few seconds for her foggy brain to comprehend the words.
They asked me a question… she thought, attempting to keep her eyes open. What was it? What did they ask? She wondered, Oh, they asked my name… yes, my name, that's it.
"Her…. Hermione…" she whispered, the small movement making the pain in her head throb. She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. When she tried to open them again, she found it even more difficult to keep them open. "so tired…" she sighed, letting them droop.
One of the faces above her leaned in closer and said sternly, "I know you're tired, but you can't go to sleep. You have to keep your eyes open. Can you do that? Keep your eyes open for me."
Sirius looked down at the girl as her eyes looked on him, slightly unfocused, but they were staying open, and that was what mattered. He kept talking to her, to give her something to focus on. "My name is Sirius, and over there are James and Remus, some of my best friends. Peter's gone to get you some help, so you'll meet him later, you just have to keep those pretty brown eyes open, alright?" Her brow furrowed at his words, as though she were confused by what he said, but he assumed she was just disoriented.
"Move, Sirius, we're going to levitate her to the castle. It's the only way we can do it without hurting her." Remus said, coming up behind his friend, wand raised. "Wingardium Leviosa," he said, and began to run to the castle, with the bleeding witch floating a few feet in front of him. James and Sirius ran on either side of Hermione making sure she was alright.
I can't feel the ground, Hermione thought, I'm moving… is someone carrying me? No… that can't be it… I'm too comfortable. I don't understand…
Hermione's eyes drooped as she contemplated this turn of events. She let her eyes close, and silence engulfed her.
Sirius watched as Hermione's head lolled back and saw her eyes close. "Hey! I said no sleeping!" he yelled, but Hermione didn't move. He cursed under his breath, and put more speed into his running as he saw Madam Pomfrey ahead of them with a floating stretcher. Remus and Hermione came to a stop next to it, and he set her down on it, lifting the levitation charm. Peter rejoined his friends and they all followed Madam Pomfrey to the castle.