A/N: This was my first beginning, but I didn't like it too much so I changed it.

Disclaimer: None of these characters, except Devia, belong to me.
Chapter One: This Use to Be My Playground

Dumbledore sat alone in his office, his old cheeks wet from tears. Why was everything going wrong? The school year had just bare begun and already the school was in terrible danger. He had no choice. All the students had to be sent home. There could not be school that year, maybe never again.

A gentle knock on the door interrupted Dumbledore sore thoughts.

"Come in," he choked.

A sixth-year girl entered the office. She had long brunette hair that was quite tousled naturally. She smiled brightly and came up to Dumbledore.

"Good morning, Professor," she greeted cheerily.

"Good morning, Miss Granger," Dumbledore mumbled, trying to put on a brave face for one of his students. "What care I do for you?"

"I was just wondering about this year's schedule," she began. "You see, I had signed up for all the classes I had taken last year but it only shows half of them on my schedule."

"Miss Granger," Dumbledore said, "you're took young to take on that many subjects. Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley have been worried about you having such a tough schedule. They say you stay up till all hours doing homework and you have no time to play around anymore."

"But Professor," she protested, "I can do it."

"I have no doubt, Miss Granger," Dumbledore smiled, "but the fact that you can doesn't mean that you should. These are the best years of your life. You don't want to waste your youth on studying."

"It's not a waste," she grumbled.

"My dear, Hermione," Dumbledore began, "I think I will give you some of the classes back, but only some."

"Yes, Sir," Hermione accepted.

"Remember your time turner," Dumbledore reminded.

Hermione grabbed the small hourglass on her necklace, saying, "Professor Dumbledore, is hours all this thing can turn back?"

"With that you can go back as far as you might wish," Dumbledore explained. "All you have to do it tap it with your wand. Once for weeks, twice for months, three times fro years. If you tap it four times, it will turn back to hours. I would advise you not to tap it. You might forget what it's set on and end up years in the past."

"Yes, Professor," Hermione smiled.

As she was about to turn and leave, she spotted something on Dumbledore's desk. She only read a couple of sentences before Dumbledore snatched the paper and placed it in his desk drawer.

"Good day," Hermione said quickly as she left the office as fast as she could.

When she was back in the hall, Hermione thought back on those few sentences.

"He wants the school, dear friend. Voldemort is after the school."


A loud bang awoke Hermione from her dreamless sleep. She jumped from her bed and ran over to the window. Passed the grounds of Hogwarts school, lie Hogsmeade, each small house and store burning in horrible flames. Smoke rose to the sky. A shiver went down Hermione's spine as she thought of all those people in Hogsmeade. Within seconds, the other girls in her dormitory were by her side, gawking at the destruction.

"What could have happened?" Hermione whispered.


All students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry met up in the Great Hall. Worries and suspicions were being expressed throughout all the crowd. Hermione stood next to her best friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter.

"What d'you think could've happened?" Ron asked, his face so pale that his bright red hair seemed even redder then usual.

"You-Know-Who," Hermione muttered.

"How d'you know?" Harry asked her.

Hermione looked up at his lightening scar, saying, "Dumbledore got a letter from the Ministry saying that Voldemort was after the school."

Dumbledore and the other teachers entered the hall. The students hushed up and stared expectantly at Dumbledore.

"The school is in terrible danger," Dumbledore announced. "Lord Voldemort is on his way. He has destroyed Hogsmeade train station so that I could not send you home. Any secret exits from the school grounds will be useless. Death Eaters are everywhere."

Gasps, cries, and faints broke out among the student body.

"I cannot ask you students to fight," Dumbledore continued. "All students will be gathered in secret places, the common rooms. It is unlikely that the Death Eaters will know the way to every house common room, except for Slytherin. All Slytherins will be divided into the other houses for the time being. Now, you must all return to your common rooms and pray for us."

The prefects led their houses out of the great Hall. Harry stayed behind, Hermione and Ron with him.

"Professor," Harry called to Dumbledore. "Is there anything I can do?"

"I do not believe so," Dumbledore said.

"But, Sir, I was the one who originally beat Voldemort, several times," Harry explained.

"He has an army of Death Eaters, Harry," Dumbledore told him. "This is an entirely different matter."

The three friends left the common room and made their way up to Gryffindor tower.

"There must be something we can do," Ron complained. "After all, you are the boy who lived, Harry."

"I guess that's not enough anymore," Harry muttered.

Another explosion sounded, shaking the whole castle. Hermione, Ron, and Harry felt to the ground.

"What was that?" Ron exclaimed.

"I think it was the main entrance," Hermione voiced, hoping to be wrong.

Harry jumped to his feet and ran off toward the main entrance.

"Harry!" Hermione called.

"We've got to go after him," Ron insisted.

Ron started off running too.

"Wait, Ron!" Hermione yelled.

As Hermione got to her feet, an explosion knocked her back down. Smoke bellowed through the halls.

"Ron! Harry!" She screamed.

Figures appeared in the smoke. Suddenly, Dumbledore, Professor Snape, and Professor McGonagal emerged at a run. Dumbledore carried Harry and Professor McGonagal helped Ron along, while Snape shot spells into the smoke.

"Move it, Granger!" McGonagal shot at her.

Hermione got back to her feet and ran with them toward Professor Dumbledore's office. Whenever Hermione glanced behind them, she caught sight of hundreds of men in dark cloaks running after them. She was relieved when they finally reached the gargoyle.

"Rope licorice," Dumbledore said to the gargoyle.

It jumped aside and they all made their way up a lot of stairs. Hermione had to look behind her to see if the gargoyle was closing behind them. Snape was in her way to see. His cruel face snapped at her to keep moving. They piled into Dumbledore's office and closed the door. Dumbledore set Harry down on the floor.

"Harry," Hermione gasped when she saw the gore of his condition. The side of his face was split open, a rip in his pants revealed many burns on his leg and his shirt was continuously soaking up blood.

Ron knelt beside Harry, his leg useless.

"What are we going to do, Albus?" McGonagal asked, tears coming to her eyes.

"There's no way we can fight off all those Death Eaters," Snape voiced.

Dumbledore just shook his head. For the first time, he didn't know what to do.

A loud rumble knocked them all to their knees.

"Voldemort," Dumbledore gasped.

"Get behind us," Snape told Hermione and Ron.

Hermione did as Snape told her, but Ron stayed by Harry's side. There was a knock on the door and Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagal held up their wands.

"Dumby!" called a cold voice from behind Dumbledore's door.

The door busted open to reveal a tall, dark, and ugly man with several Death Eaters standing behind him.

"Hello, Dumbledore," the man grumbled happily.

"Get out of my school, Voldemort!" Dumbledore commanded.

"I think I'll stay here," Voldemort said, smiling. "It's so homey."

The Death Eaters chuckled.

"You see, Dumby," Voldemort began, walking around the group to the desk and sitting down in Dumbledore's chair, "I have been waiting for this moment for twenty years. I was so happy when Garvere finally told me he was ready. And now I have everything I've always wanted. My old Transfiguration teacher, my wonderful school, and my arch enemy."

Hermione looked down at Harry's motionless body.

"Is he dead?" Voldemort asked, indifferently.

"No," Dumbledore shot at him.

"I will fix that later," Voldemort assured.

"Not while I am here!" Dumbledore exclaimed.

Voldemort looked at Dumbledore and the other teachers and just laughed.

"Take him away," Voldemort laughed.

A Death Eater came forward toward Dumbledore. Quickly, Snape stepped in the way and held up his wand.

"Waddiwasi!" Snape casted.

The Death Eater was blasted backward and hit into the wall.

"Avada Kedarra!" The other Death Eater yelled.

Snape fell to the ground in horrible pain and was suddenly motionless. McGonagal, Dumbledore, Hermione, and Ron stared at Snape's dead body. The Death Eater grabbed Dumbledore's arm and pulled him from the room.

"Tap the necklace!" Dumbledore called to Hermione. "Three times, turn seventeen times."

Hermione immediately pulled out her wand. Voldemort looked confused at her as she tapped the small hour glass three times.

"What are you doing?" Voldemort asked, standing up.

Hermione started turning the time turner as fast as she could. As she reached five, wind started coming from nowhere. Her hair whipped around her face.

"Stop that!" Voldemort commanded, jumping over the desk.

Eight, nine, ten...

McGonagal stepped in Voldemort's way of getting to Hermione.

"Out of my way, woman!" Voldemort yelled, pushing McGonagal aside.

Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen..

"No!" Voldemort cried as a flashing light filled the whole room.

Hermione felt a soft pressure over her entire body. The light brightened and then all was dark.

A/N: Just out of curiousity, what beginning did you like better?