Hermione tapped her chin with her index finger as she skimmed the page of the book she was reading with her eyes. With an impatient huff she tried to blow the wispy curl off of her face, but in her defeat she just pushed it back behind her ear. It was her first year out of Hogwarts, and she was already incredibly busy. After Harry defeated Voldemort, she had set out for an occupation in experimental potions. She never considered it before, but when she applied it seemed like the perfect job for her. The precision and timing of potions was just what she loved, as well as the triumph of creating successful mixtures. So far, one of her creations was already being prepared for the market, and with a little help from George she would soon be raking in a large profit.

The work, however, was overwhelming, and considering her responsibility, her grades, and her trustworthiness, the Ministry had once again granted her a Time Turner. It hung, gold and gleaming around her neck. If something went wrong, then she was able to give it half a turn and prevent it. She loved the convenience of it all.

Biting her lip, she shook a small vial of rosemary, sure to get the precise number of leaves that the potion called for. She leaned forwards to drop them in, but her Time Turner swung in front of her. Intolerantly she pulled it off and laid it on the table next to the cauldron. Preparing herself, she sprinkled it into the cauldron. She let out a sigh of relief when nothing but the color of the potion altered. It turned from a dreamy blue to a friendly orange.

She turned back to her book, but read a very few words before a whistling noise reached her ears. It was not the whistle of a teakettle; it was the whistle of the wind. She franticly looked back to her cauldron, only to find scarlet bubbles churning and frothing over the side. She reached for her Time Turner, but it was too late. As soon as her fingers closed around the chain, the bubbles covered her hand. The last thing she remembered was being yanked painfully through a vortex and painfully being smashed against stone.