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Hermione
No.
I stared at the body in the air.
No.
The corpse. Not a body anymore.
He’s dead. Harry died.
We lost. Voldemort won.
Run, my instincts told me.
They cheered as Voldemort made the lifeless body turn around.
Run, a voice said.
I ran. I ran to a place that felt safe. Up the stairs…. To the left….. and there was the infamous Gryffindor common room. The fat lady just opened up without asking for password.
The room was empty, of course. I remembered all the late time talking we had, all the homework we did, and….. Wow. I thought about all the memories that flooded back to me. That flowed around in my brain like a type of syrup, thick and oozey. If you understand.
Fucking amazing.
Right now, I would give my soul to see those green eyes, alight with joy.
And so I did. I would probably go to hell for this.
I ran my dainty fingers down my neck and found the ornament on my necklace, cool against my skin. The time-turners I used in third-grade to go to more classes. I had stolen it from Prof. McGonagall with Parvati Patil as a dare. It was a girls night out in 6th grade with the Griffyndor girls at my age. It was fun, but tiresome. The next day I slept in. We all did, after staying up extremely late.
And then I did the forbidden: I turned the time-turner seven times, waiting for the small push from the time-turner to Hope it was the right “dimension”. McGonagall had given me a long lesson before letting me near the time-turner in 3th grade. There was strict rules on how you had to use the ornament, because people before had messed up with time before. And badly, too. The Scottish professor had said so:
“On a time turner, you can twist it three different ways. Once from left to right in the innermost circle is a minute. From right to left is an hour. The outer circle indicates so: left to right; a year. The other way; a decade. You must use the time turner very precisely, or you can mess up with the time. Badly.”
She was always very stern on especially that. Her loss was a hard one for everyone. The way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, how her brows furrowed when someone had done something wrong… and I loved her. Everyone did, and she was an important key to winning.
I was one of the Strategists. The high-rank people on the good side. There were originally 5 of them: Professor McGonagall, Severus Snape, Percy Weasley, Harry Potter, and me, of course. But McGonagall had been tortured to death for fun by death eaters, Snape had blown his double spy-cover for a kid named Rick, (another story for another time), and Percy switched sides, which of course had it’s intact on Molly, who were sobbing and not moving from her rocking chair for weeks. She sent thousands of letters, without any response at all. That and Fred’s death had their toll on her and she ended up taking suicide. Arthur was heart-wrenched; the whole family was, really. Molly was the glue of the family, keeping them together. The whole family kind of floated from each other then.
My family don’t remember me at all.
I actually went and visited them in Australia, where they had a happy life, and I remember how my heart had swelled at seeing them there, even though it hurts sometimes, to know that they had forgotten everything of the 17 years we spend together. After that time I visited them, I was sobbing so much, and I were a bit glad Ginny wasn’t there to see me, wrenched and broken. I didn’t want her pity.
The room spinned,
around,
around,
around,
around
as I traveled in time and space.