#headoflions

@headoflions​      /      starter call.

Class ends and the majority of her house mates sweep their books bags and quills from their desks and hurry to make their escapes. Her usual group of friends file out as usual but Margaery lingers a little, walking slowly p towards the front of the classroom. “Professor McGonagall? Do you have a moment?”

Hermione was broken in a way that even she didn’t know how to handle, spinning the time turner she felt her body jolt and her body hit something solid - she was positive it was a wall. Her vision blurry from the sudden jolt and she groaned a little rubbing her eyes a bit. The exhaustion that ran through her then was unlike anything she’d ever felt before; perhaps she’d gone too far. If only she could talk to Dumbledore - he’d know what to do - he seemed to know a lot more than he’d let on; of that she was certain.  Pulling herself to her feet she looked around, it seemed like she was in Hogwarts - but she didn’t even know how she’d gotten there. Her eyes looked to the broken time turner in pieces on the ground and sighed - would she ever get back to her own time? Would her time even exist by the time she figured things out ? Picking up the broken pieces she stuffed them into her beaded purse - the only remnant left from her time on the run with Ron and Harry. Moving swiftly through the halls, the layout ingrained in her mind  - probably better than even a physical map and she slowed when she noted some changes. Students walking by her dressing in obviously dated clothing - students passing her period.  How far back had she gone exactly?

Having a family so soon hadn’t been part of the plan but it seemed as if the fates had designs for them that weren’t up to them. “Professor,” a small smile curved her lips as she approached the woman who she looked up to greatly.

“How can I help you, Professor?”

“Is there something I can help you with?”