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Prologue
When I was fifteen, my life changed forever.
I know that there are people who look at me strangely when I say this. What could have happened back then to warrant such a statement? There were few that knew the truth about what happened, I chose to keep my secretes as the time it would take to explain was usually more than people are willing to give me. So I let them speculate and make their assumptions others opinions mean very little to me. My story is a long one it can't be summed up easily; it isn't simple and it has more ups and downs then most peoples do.
So instead let me write it down for you whoever it may be that choses to read my story.
Let me take you back to that fateful day where the years began to move in reverse for me, when I began to fully understand Albus Dumbledore words he spoke to me in warning years prior 'Mysterious thing, Time. Powerful, and when meddled with, dangerous.' it wasn't until it was too late that I started to realise what the consequences of meddling with time could be.
So this is my story; I promise to leave nothing out.
Chapter One.
In 1995, Hampstead Garden Suburb, London, which was located north of Hampstead, was a one of London's more upper-class suburbs having some of London's most expensive properties found there in the quiet residential streets. It was nearing the end of August and the weather was starting to cool down as the autumn season began to set in. With little over a week left before the new school year began Hermione Granger could be found in her family home finishing packing her trunk for her departure later that very same day. Having been invited to spend the last week of the break at the Burrow just like she had the three years prior.
Standing at the foot of her childhood bed she looked around the room trying to determine if there was anything else she would need for the year ahead. So caught up in her thoughts she neglected to hear the soft footsteps and knock that followed as Helen Granger stepped into the doorway of her daughter's room.
"How is the packing going?" Helen asked unable to not smile at the startled expression on her daughters face as she spun to face her.
"I think I'm just about finished" Hermione replied as she moved to close her trunk after giving the contents one final glance.
"That's good darling" Helen said as she entered the room "A letter arrived for you a moment ago" holding up her hand revealing a slightly thick lumpy envelope.
"Oh, thanks mum" Hermione said taking the letter
"I'll send your father up soon to bring your trunk down" Helen said giving her daughter a parting smile as she left the room not waiting for a reply knowing how focused Hermione could get once her interest was perked and from one look at her daughters face she could tell that letter had done just that.
Looking down at the letter in her hands she touched the lumpy section of the envelope realising there must be something more then just a letter within. Turning it over she read her address that was scrawled on the front. Despite the obvious hurried hast the writer had the handwriting seemed eerily familiar. She was certain she had seen it before, where? She couldn't recall but it seemed too familiar to be a coincidence.
Moving to her bed she sat crossed legged on the center not caring about creasing the comforter she had previously straightened out ready to leave. Breaking the wax seal she slid the letter out first deciding she would read the contents of it first before looking at what else had been sent to her.
Hermione,
I had a sudden urge today to write you a letter. I remember that it is your birthday in the coming weeks and came across something today that reminded me of you.
I'm confident that you of all people do not need to be warned about the consequences of meddling with time. So I will leave you with only one warning.
Do not leave something like this laying around. Keep them on your person at all times, we wouldn't want them falling into the wrong hands now would we.
Happy early sixteenth birthday Hermione.
Turning the letter over and back again she frowned at the lack of signature. Only two people knew of her time turner that was currently lying inside her trunk in a pouch. It wasn't often that she saw Professor Dumbledore handwriting as their head of houses wrote all letters sent to students at the end of each break and the mention of 'meddling with time' was something that the Headmaster himself had said to her two years prior at the start of third year when he along with Professor McGonagall explained the rules that came with the time turner they were gifting her to attend classes. So despite not being certain she came to the conclusion that it must be her Headmasters handwriting.
Setting the letter down she picked the envelope up turning it upside down over her palm letting the last of its contents fall free into her hand.
'Another time-tuner?' She thought in shock as she brought it closer to her face to examine the golden hourglass. While similar to her other this one seemed to be of a much finer quality the small patterns and details edged into the golden hourglass were much more intricate than the ones on her other time-turner. Picking up the discarded letter she reread it in confusion.
'Why would Professor Dumbledore send me another time-turner? I no longer use my old one' She thought as she scanned the letter hoping to find something she had overlooked before that would explain such a present.
'Keep them on your person at all times'
'Keep them' that only made her more certain that it was her Headmaster who sent the letter as she knew it wasn't Professor McGonagall's handwriting. They had wrote 'Keep them' and not 'Keep it' meaning they knew she already had a time-turner.
'It wouldn't be the first time our Headmaster has spoken in riddles and hidden meanings' She sighed 'But then again it may mean nothing at all and just be a simple present?' deciding she wasn't going to be able to find any answers here only more questions and knowing the man like she did she was sure if she asked him he would just give her that twinkled look over his spectacles and say something profound that would just lead to more questions. Shaking her head she chuckled to herself as she slipped the letter back into the envelope.
Not being one who disobeyed a Professors instruction she slipped the golden chain around her neck before moving over to her trunk opening the lid and replacing the pouch holding her time-turner in it for the letter. Pulling the second hourglass from the pouch she noted the obvious differences in shape both hourglasses had but quickly slipped it over her head hiding both below the neckline of her blouse as she heard her fathers heavy footsteps coming down the hall.
"Ready to go pumpkin? They will be here soon," Jack asked looking at his daughter who quickly shut her trunk before turning to face him.
"All ready Dad" She smiled stepping aside to let him grab the trunk to bring downstairs.