Hello Everyone, I recently read a story that was left unfinished and originally published in 2009. I really liked the basic concept and it inspired me to write this story. The original fanfic was called Not in 1997 Anymore and was written by butterflyinwater. I am not going to copy that story; as much as I liked it I want to do my own thing using it as inspiration only. The only things the same will be that Hermione ends up back in Charlie's 7th year by accident, pretty much everything else will different and much more in depth. This story is cannon until the trio reaches the room of hidden things while attempting to get the diadem. As that is where this story starts, that is where things will change.

I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: JK Rowling is the one and only owner of the Harry Potter series and all of it's wonderful characters.

1989

Chapter 1

The furor of the battle died the moment they crossed the threshold of the room of requirement and closed the door behind them: all was silent. They were in a place the size of a cathedral with the appearance of a city; its towering walls built of objects hidden by thousands of long-gone students.

"And he never realized anyone could get in?" said Ron, his voice echoing in the silence.

"He thought he was the only one," said Harry. "Too bad for him I've had to hide stuff in my time...this way," he added, "I think it's down here."

They passed the stuffed troll and the vanishing cabinet Draco Malfoy had mended last year with such disastrous consequences, then Harry hesitated, looking up and down the aisles of junk; he could not remember where to go next.

"Accio Diadem!" cried Hermione in desperation, but nothing flew through the air toward them. It seemed that, like the vault at Gringotts, the room would not yield it's hidden objects that easily.

"Let's split up," Harry told the other two. "Look for a stone bust of an old man wearing a wig and tiara! It's standing on a cupboard and it's definitely somewhere near here."

They sped off up adjacent aisles; Hermione could hear the others' footsteps echoing through the piles of junk, of bottles, hats, crates, chairs, books, weapons, broomsticks, and bats.

Deeper and deeper into the labyrinth she went, looking for the objects Harry had described. Her breath was loud in her ears, and then her very soul seemed to shiver. There it was, right ahead, the blistered old cupboard in which Harry had said he had hidden his old potions book; and on top of it, the pockmarked stone warlock wearing a dusty old wig and what looked like an ancient, discolored tiara.

Hermione was just stretching out her hand to grab it when a voice behind her stopped her in her tracks. "Hold it, Granger."

She skidded to a halt inches away from it, and turned around. Crabbe and Goyle were standing right behind her, shoulder to shoulder, wands pointed right at her. Through the small space between their jeering faces she saw Draco Malfoy.

"What have you got there?" He asked with his own wand pointing at her through the gap between Crabbe and Goyle.

Hermione reached behind her, and grabbed the first thing her fingers could grasp onto before bringing whatever it was in front of her. She looked down to discover that what she was holding was a small book titled "The history of animals with magic."

"Just a book boys." She responded, trying to sound deceptive.

"Whatchoo doing with a silly book, huh Mudblood?" Crabbe asked as he took a step toward her.

Hermione raised her wand to point back at him. She was not going to go down without a fight; not even when it was three against one. "Heard there was one in here that could be useful to take down that blasted snake of his."

"What about that die-dum we heard Potter talking about while we was disillusioned outside?" Goyle turned to ask Malfoy. "Is a die-dum a kind of book?"

"No, you absolute idiot, it's a type of crown." Malfoy spat, frustrated by the stupidity of his two closest friends.

Hermione grimaced in defeat, knowing that even if Crabbe and Goyle were idiots, Malfoy clearly wasn't. By the look of triumph that came across his face, she knew she'd been caught in her lie, and that he would now be looking for the diadem to take back to Voldemort. Her hope of deceiving them was gone and the only chance now was to best them at dueling.

"Well, well Granger, looks like your luck has run out tonight." Malfoy tutted at her with a smirk. "Now hand over the diadem."

"I hadn't found it yet." She attempted to lie again. "I was just about to check this cupboard for it when you three showed up."

Malfoy's eyes gleamed further as they caught sight of the jeweled tiara behind her, and she once again knew that he had caught her lie.

"Go and find Potter and Weaselbee. They are bound to be around here somewhere." He commanded as a sinister grin spread across his lips; his eyes never leaving her. "I'd like to handle Granger all on my own."

Hermione watched as Crabbe and Goyle nodded in compliance and turned to go the direction they had come from. She waited for the two troll-like men to be completely out of sight before making her move. In one quick motion she snatched the diadem off the top of the bust, and threw a curse at her opponent to distract him. Her wand was aimed steadily for the center of Malfoy's chest and she backed her way to an aisle of sorts, or as much of one as this room contained. Her chances of getting out of here and back to her friends were looking much better now that it was only Malfoy standing in her way.

As soon as she moved, Draco dodged her curse and threw one of his own back at her, which she blocked just in time.

"I'm hurt Granger." He faked as he stalked slowly toward her, causing her to take a step back for every step forward he took. "We finally have some alone time and you're already trying to ditch me." He threw another nonverbal spell at her which she dodged this time.

"Go to hell Malfoy." She retaliated with a swarm of attacking birds.

He blocked them easily; making them dissipate into thin wisps of smoke. It seemed that Malfoy was much better at dueling than he had been a few weeks ago at Malfoy Manor. He must have been practicing extra hard after disappointing Voldemort by letting them escape.

"You know Granger; as much as I hate to admit this, you actually are quite pretty... for a Mudblood at least." He said as he attempted to close the gap between them; spells flying from both their wands back and forth. "I've thought so deep down, ever since the yule ball four years ago. Really deep down I might add."

"If this is an attempt at flattery, it isn't working very well!" Hermione spat in disgust. The idea of him being attracted to her in any sense of the word made her skin crawl. She sent two spells in retaliation this time: one at him, which he easily blocked; and another at the large stack of books beside him. The stack came toppling down and he had to jump out of the way to avoid being hit in the head by a rather large one.

The distraction worked, and with her enemy down Hermione took off at a run, going further and further into the maze of junk, but to her misfortune away from the exit. She ran and ran, not daring to stop as she could hear Malfoy's footsteps chasing after her. Her distraction only gave her a brief head start, and with his longer legs she knew it was only so long until he caught up to her.

After a short time she came to a fork in the aisle. She needed to make a decision quickly; for Malfoy was gaining on her, but she knew not which direction would give her a better advantage.

She chose to go right, hoping that it might eventually lead her to Harry; who had just gone one aisle over from her earlier. Maybe with a little luck this fork would lead to a break between the two and they could meet up again.

Luck, as it turned out, was not on her side at the moment.

Malfoy had caught up to her and sent a tripping jinx to her legs before she even realized she'd been in his sights. She was sent skidding across the floor as she fell; the impact of which caused her wand to clatter across the floor. Time seemed to slow as it rolled away and out of her reach.

"Accio wand." Draco shouted as he noticed her newly defenseless state.

As she scrambled to try and reach it before it flew into the air, Hermione's lovely vine wand shot away from her, and straight into Malfoy's eagerly awaiting fist.

"Granger...Granger...Granger." He said triumphantly, as he twirled her wand between his fingers. "I'm afraid you are in for it now."

She stood slowly, as not to give him another reason to curse her when she was now unarmed.

His smirk grew as he placed an end in each hand, and held it out in front of him. "Say goodbye Granger."

Her eyes widened as she caught his intention, and a look of horror crossed her face. "No! Don't!" She yelled as she held a hand up in front of her.

It was too late though; a distinctive snap was heard as he broke her wand in two. The snap was soon followed by a clatter, as the pieces were thrown over his shoulder, and hit the floor. He then began to laugh cruelly at the heartbroken look on her face.

"It's over Granger, there is no way you can beat me without a wand and you know it." He said as he stepped toward her, his own wand raised in warning if she attempted to escape again. "Now hand over that tiara."

Several tears escaped the corners of her eyes at the loss of her most prized possession, but she held up the diadem in defeat.

Malfoy began to walk toward her again, looking victorious. It was obvious he thought that the fight was over and that he had truly won. In his seeming victory, Hermione noticed that he was letting his guard down as he approached her. He now seemed to focus more on the diadem than on her, clearly not realizing that even without a wand she was still smarter than him.

And that is when Hermione made her move. Taking advantage of his obvious lack of focus, she threw the diadem as far as she could over his right shoulder, hoping that he would go after it instead of her. Maybe if she could make it to Harry or Ron they could still stop him before he got the diadem back to Voldemort.

To her delight, his eyes followed the airborne tiara instead of keeping them on her. Taking this as another advantage, she grabbed the nearest weapon she could find, an old broomstick, and hit him as hard as she could in the gut with it. The impact caused him to double over in pain, and with the new opportunity to get away she began to run again.

Faster and faster she went, diving through the towers of long forgotten belongings. Faster and faster she went until at last she reached a solid wall. Hermione stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of it. The fork she had taken earlier in hopes that it would lead her to one of her friends had turned out to be a dead end.

She approached the wall slowly, touching it lightly with her fingers upon reaching it.

"No!" Hermione cried as she slapped it; angry that her attempt to escape had been thwarted again.

Panic began to set in as she could now hear Malfoy's furied footsteps in the distance. He would catch her for sure now, and without her wand there was little she could do to stop him. The suggestive way he was talking to her earlier only made her feel more uneasy about her current predicament, and she found herself praying that Harry and Ron would find her before Malfoy could drag her from the room.

Being the Gryffindor that she was, she decided she was not going to go down without a fight; not even if the chances of winning were slim to none. She turned to face the piles of things hidden from times past, and took in her surroundings. Surely there was something she could work with to try and defeat him. She looked around quickly but carefully, for Malfoy was bound to catch up with her soon. She spotted cups, and candles, a large pot with greenery spilling out the top, several books covering many subjects, and various other useless items; but nothing it seemed that would help her get out of here and back to her friends.

Just when she was thinking about hiding under a pile of rubble instead, she finally spotted something that could be useful. Against one of the stacks across from her sat a very large traditional desk that was littered with many items. One of these items was something she was very familiar with.

Upon a very large dictionary sat what most students would think was just a simple gold necklace, but in reality was a very rare magical item that Hermione had used many times before. An item that was thought to have been completely destroyed only two years ago.

For this item was no simple necklace at all, but a time turner.

Breathing a sigh of relief she started to walk briskly to pick it up; her intention to go back only a few minutes. If she could get to her dropped wand before Malfoy destroyed it, she might be able to stop him. Or maybe she could hide until the diadem was thrown and retrieve it, and then take it to Harry and Ron before Malfoy or the others caught up to her again. Either way it seemed to be her only hope now.

Just as she was a few feet from the desk, she felt her whole body jerk backwards, along with a sharp pain to the back of her head. She would have fallen to the floor had her attacker not kept a firm hold of the bit of hair that he had pulled on. A scream escaped her lips as her back crashed harshly into a firm chest from the force of the pull, and she knew she had once again been caught by her childhood nemesis.

"You're going to pay for that Granger." He growled as he spun her around, backing her up against the large oak desk as his fingers crept their way around her neck. "Now, you won't get me as much praise as capturing Potter would have of course, but I'm sure the dark lord will be quite pleased when I hand you over to him all the same."

Hermione clawed her fingernails into his hand, trying to get free before he could carry out that threat. She was determined to find a way out of this predicament. "I'd rather face your Aunt's crucio a thousand times."

"Oh, Granger." He smirked menacingly as he brought his face in even closer to hers. "That can also be arranged."

With her wandless and backed into a corner, he seemed to let his guard down again, focusing more on finding a way to get her out of the castle and over to Voldemort than on what she was doing. This once again led to his downfall. In one forceful blow, she had elbowed him as hard as she could in the stomach before bringing her knee up into his crotch. It was the only thing she could think to do without her wand to defend herself, and luckily he collapsed to the ground from the pain.

Hermione quickly grabbed the time turner, and took off running as fast as she could; looping the chain around her neck as she went. She was just turning the dial to go back ten minutes when she heard Malfoy yell from behind her. Before she could finish the turns of the dial, she felt herself yet again get hit by the tripping jinx.

Down, down she went, crashing once more to the floor. Down, down she went, letting the time turner hit the ground with her.