Prologue
Just Helping
Hermione looked around the room, cautious to see if anyone else was there. She spotted no one coming and walked on down the hallway. She went down to the door at the end of the hallway. Grasping the cold bronze door knob she through open the door. It opened with a creak of its old hinges.
Professor McGonagall had asked her to come and get lion's mane hair for a potion she was trying out. It was an active ingredient that was stored in the old cellar at the end of the very corridor that Hermione had just been in. You had to have a teacher's permission to come into this room because it held volatile chemicals and some of the old pranks stored from years past
Since Hermione was now working as her assistant during the war to further along her training she was usually asked to do things like this. She didn't mind. She liked watching and learning what McGonagall taught her. It was useful and would help her when Harry, Ron, and she went out to get the Horcruxes in a few weeks time.
Hermione spotted the bottle of the hair on top of a shelf and groaned. She wasn't short by any means. She was a pleasant five foot six inches, an average height for girls her age. But the idiot who had stored this ingredient last was obviously very tall because it was at the top of the eight foot shelves.
She looked around for a chair or a stool that she could stand on but found none. Instead she grabbed one of the wooden crates and pushed it in front of the shelves. She got on top of the crate and reached up to the bottle.
One the bottle was in hand; fate deemed it funny to mess around with her. She slipped from atop the box and crashed down hard on the stone floor on her rear. Annoyed, she shook her hair from her face as she rubbed the sore spot on her pelvis.
The box she had just been standing on had somehow broken in half and some of the contents were now out of the box. She looked as an odd contraption rolled out of the crack, hitting her on the foot. She set the bottle down on the floor while grabbing the contraption.
The contraption had what appeared to be an eye in the center of it with six silver rings around it. Holding the inside things was a large silver ring with odd looking runes etched into it. Attached to it was a cord that appeared to be made of twenty four karat gold.
In response to her picking the contraption up the eye opened up, revealing it was a gold eye, and they stared at her, blinking at the same time. The cord wrapped around her arm up to her elbow tightly.
"What the?" Hermione gasped. She tried to pull the cord but it held fast and tight.
A bright white light spread from the six whirling gold rings up Hermione's arm. She tried to drop the thing but it was like it was super glued to her hand. The light spread up her arm and then over her body. She tried to call for help but by this time the light had reached her throat, effectively silencing her.
With one blinding flash of light, Hermione was no longer laying on the ground where she had once been.
Harry opened the door lightly, poking his head in to look around the room. "Hermione? Hermione, Professor McGonagall is wondering where her lion's mane hair is. Hermione?"
He noticed that the bottle of the ingredient in question was lying on the floor, tipped over from Hermione's sudden departure. He looked at the shelves and then the split in half box. On the side it was stamped with FALUTY EXPERIMENTAL TIME TRAVEL DEVICES: DO NOT OPEN BOX! in bold red lettering.
"Not good," he grimaced looking at the items scattered on the floor. "What...I suppose when have you gotten your self into Mione?"
Hello, Vampire Isirith here. I have been looking at the Godric/Hermione fics and just noticed that there are only two and neither are finished. Murphy's Law was a great fic to read but the author hasn't updated in quite a while. I have been writing a Salazar/Hermione one for a while and decided that I would try my fate in this category.
I hope you enjoy this start of my new fic.