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Breaking the Chain	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 42452 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that belongs to the glorious J.K Rowling. I don't make any money off of this writing, I simply twist her world for my own pleasure.

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"What do you mean we're stuck here?"
Draco felt as if he'd been hit by a ton of bricks. Stuck here? They couldn't be stuck here, wherever here even was!
Granger sighed. "I mean that there is no way to get back. I can't fix this," she said gesturing to the necklace. "Unless we can find someone who can give us a new one, we are stuck."
"What, so you're telling me Miss-Know-It-All braniac witch doesn't know the one thing that would help us out of this mess?" But she always knew the answer!
"Yes, that is exactly what I am saying."
Fuck! How could this have happened? He could feel her eyes follow him as he paced back and forth on the grass. He had to get back; he had a job to do. And it would have been done too if the stupid witch had just answered his question and done what she was told. What had she been doing down there anyway? And why did she have a bloody Time Turner? There were too many unanswered questions and he could feel his control slipping. They were losing precious time, anything could have happened since they'd left. His anger mounted and he knew he was about to snap.
"This is your bloody fault, you stupid bint! I could kill you for this!" He advanced on her intending to- well, he actually had no idea what he was going to do but when she flinched away from him he stilled. His temper had never been a pretty one and more and more lately he'd found it nearly impossible to reign in. He had to keep cool. He had to fix this and he needed Granger to do it. She knew more about this stuff than he did. Beating her to a pulp, while it may make him feel better, would do no good. He ran his hands repeatedly through his hair until had calmed enough to think rationally.
"Okay. Okay, so what do we do now? You said we had to find someone who had a Time Turner. So let's do it, let's find someone."
She stared at him incredulously from where she still sat on the ground. "Are you daft? Do you see anyone? We could be in any time period! We have no idea what this area is like, what this time is like! We can't just go waltzing up to people and start asking for Time Turners, we could be murdered on the spot!"
"Then what do you suppose we do?" he thundered at her. She was being completely unreasonable. She got them into this situation; she had better find them a way out!
"We'll head north-west, towards London. We should be in exactly the same place we left. The Time Turner doesn't take you to a different place, just a different time. From there, we should be able to assess our situation."
He glared down at her bushy head and felt his blood boil. "That's it? That's the best you have?" Assess the situation my arse! He needed answers now! He didn't have time to go walking to bloody London. The Manor was over 20 miles from there! The Manor, where he was supposed to be carrying out his mission, not gallivanting through the countryside with the very woman he was supposed to-
"Do you have any other ideas?" she scolded, snapping him from his reverie.
"Why don't we just Aparate?" he suggested.
"Don't you know anything about time travel?"
Of course not. He had never used a Time Turner before now. "Care to explain, Professor Granger?" he drawled.
She rolled her eyes condescendingly. "You can't Aparate unless you have a destination in mind. In case you haven't noticed we have never been here before so we would have no idea where to go. So unless you happen to have a broom hidden beneath your robes, we have to walk."
Chewing down every angry retort he wished to throw at her, Draco gestured towards London. "Be my guest," he said scathingly.
Granger snorted, stood, and headed in the complete opposite direction from where he had pointed. Humiliated, Draco reluctantly followed.
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They walked. And they walked. The weak October sun shone overhead exacerbating her already pounding headache. Hermione was sore from their earlier tussle, which it seemed they were going to ignore for the time being.
What she couldn't understand was why Moody hadn't seen him down there in the first place and warned her. Had he come after Moody had looked? Had Malfoy followed her? But why?
Hermione wasn't sure of anything anymore. She wondered if Moody had witnessed their disappearance. Were they looking for her even now? She worried her bottom lip as she thought about the war going on without her. They needed her, she was supposed to destroy the last Horcrux and help Harry defeat Voldemort. She knew the Order and Aurors couldn't hold off the Death Eaters long, they were severely outnumbered. Hours had passed, the battle could have ended by now, any number of her friends could be lying dead...because of her...no, she wasn't going to think like that. There was nothing she could do right now but figure out how to get back. She fumed. If Malfoy hadn't...no, she wouldn't dwell on that either. She had to focus, everyone was counting on her!
Come on, Granger, think! She had read up plenty on Time Turners before she used one for the first time in third year. She knew a witch, Alvida Eynon, had invented the very first one in the year 1236. It had taken her most of her life to figure it out and days after she did she was executed for practicing witchcraft. Hermione's heart felt heavy for the poor witch who had spent so much effort into finding a way to travel through time only to be killed so soon afterward.
She had also read about all the horrendous things that had happened to wizards who went back in time. Changing their lives and ending up killing themselves on accident were just a couple. That was why the Time Travel Enactment of 1612 came to pass. Now you had to be licensed, hand chosen, and trained in the usage of Time Turners. Not just anyone could get their hands on one. She was the youngest witch to use one since the Enactment came out, all thanks to McGonagall.
Hermione had given it back after her third year after feeling so guilty about using it to save Sirius. But the older witch had handed it back to her a little over a year ago so she could go back in time to see where Voldemort had hidden his Horcruxes. Hermione's mouth had dropped in shock believing all of the Time Turners had been destroyed after the battle at the Ministry. McGonagall had simply smiled and proclaimed that she'd kept it with the thought that Hermione would need it back for N.E.W.T classes and Dumbledore had urged her to keep it secret after the incident at the Ministry. It was very possibly the last one in existence. And now it, too, had been destroyed.
Hermione sighed, remembering the stern lecture she'd received from the lead Order members as they had come together to discuss her mission. Molly had fought against it but the others had won out. Hermione was the most experienced member when it came to time travelling. It had taken a lot of practice, and more time than they had to teach someone else what came so easily to Hermione. It made sense. She was of-age and incredibly skilled in stealth due to sneaking about the entire year with it. And, thanks to Harry, she was the only other person besides him who knew more about Tom Riddle due to his lessons with Dumbledore. He'd taught Harry things none of the other adults had ever learned and as Harry had told her and Ron everything he'd learned, it was a perfect chance for her to use her skills against him.
Of course, Harry had been completely against the plan stating that it was too dangerous, that he should be the one to do it. But he had finally come around (rather reluctantly) when they explained that there was no way he could go back in case something happened. He had to stay in the present. Ron had thrown his own fit after he was told, wondering why they didn't just go back and do him in when he was born. They all had an extremely long conversation in which Harry had also sided with him, knowing that if Voldemort had never been born, his parents never would have died. But they were finally able to bring the two around by explaining that they had no way of knowing what would happen if they changed that much history. It was too big of a risk; any one of them might not even be born if they changed something so drastically. No, it was best that this mission was carried out secretly, with nothing changed. Hermione was only going to observe, not to intervene.
Ron then made a proclamation that she wasn't going anywhere without his protection. She had pulled him aside for a private conversation with him telling him that he had to stay for Harry's sake, but everyone knew that the fewer who travelled, the safer. Ron never fully came around, however, and they had to somewhat tiptoe around him when she was sent on her tasks.
Her first task had gone off flawlessly. She had followed Riddle deep into the woods of the Albanian Forest. She had been able to fly alongside him on Harry's broom wearing his invisibility cloak. It had been the most terrifying hour of her life due to her inept flying skills and the danger of the situation. What had shaken her most was that Voldemort hadn't needed a broom to fly. It was an incredibly unsettling image.
She had stayed far enough behind him for him not to hear her. She had worried that he knew she was there; he kept glancing back at her. When she had told Moody about her apprehensions later he had calmed her by saying that his strength had not reached to levels of acute sensory at that point. And with her help, they had been able to track down Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem and destroy it.
Her next venture still woke her at night. Dumbledore's memories from the Pensieve were usually authentic, but this one had led her straight into a Death Eater meeting. The memory had been Snape's, not Dumbledore's. She had come in under the invisibility cloak of course, but had made noise when landing. She had stumbled and knocked into a masked Death Eater. The room had broken out into mass chaos. Spells flew everywhere and they were all out on the alert. She had screwed up, she knew. Voldemort was supposed to go to the hiding place of the next Horcrux after the meeting according to his correspondence with Snape. But she'd never made it that far.
In the fray she had ran into none other than Lucius Malfoy. He had realized what was happening before the others and ripped at the cloak, showing her legs to the room full of Death Eaters. She had thankfully been able to keep her face covered but the damage had already been done. She had been severely wounded by the time she had been able to escape, having been struck by several spells. It was only her luck that they'd been forbidden by Lucius to cast the Killing Curse as he'd wanted to find out the culprit. To this day, Hermione still wasn't sure how she'd escaped alive.
Harry had been ready to call off the whole thing, but as Lupin had stated, no real damage had been done. Hermione would be fine in just a few days and the next time, they would be more careful. So two weeks later, Hermione was back on her search.
They could only guess at which memory might lead them to a hiding place. They tried several and failed but finally, after days of searching, they succeeded. A meeting between Bellatrix and Voldemort which Snape had accidentally stumbled upon… a goblet switching hands, the word "Gringotts" had been mentioned…
Hermione flipped her Time Turner to over 20 years before. She landed in front of the gilded doors of Gringotts, waiting for hours and hours until she spied the witch she was looking for. A much younger Bellatrix Lestrange strode up the steps, her similarly young looking husband at her side. Hermione shuddered at their proximity but slipped in behind them, following silently thanks to the Cushioning Charm she'd placed on her feet hours before. The two shoved aside an old warlock and proceeded straight to the lead goblin.
"We wish to enter our vault," Rodolphus grunted. The goblin looked down at them wearily.
"Will this be a deposit or a withdrawal today, Mr. Lestrange?"
"A deposit. I require your most trusted employee."
The goblin eyed him curiously. "Of course. Right this way, if you please…"
Knowing she could go no further with the charms they used for protection, Hermione had hurried back, the evidence clear. The cup was in the Lestrange's vault.
The extraction went as planned. Bill used his connections to get them in and they'd spent a terrifying afternoon extracting it. Harry had destroyed the cup with glee using a Basilisk fang they'd dug up from the Chamber of Secrets.
So now they had the locket, the diary, Helga's cup, Rowena's diadem, and Salazar's ring. All that was left was the snake, Nagini, and Voldemort himself. Both of which were supposed to have been taken care of today.
But instead she was stuck in some time only Merlin knew when with none other than Draco sodding Malfoy.
Hermione glanced behind her every once in a while to make sure he still was following. She really couldn't care less if he came back with her at all, but she sure as hell didn't want to leave him in the past to muck up the future for the rest of them. So now she was stuck dragging his annoying arse across England to find a Time Turner (which seemed highly unlikely) so they could get back.
She sighed and rubbed her throbbing head. She started when she heard Malfoy's whiny voice.
"Granger, in case you haven't noticed it's getting dark, we haven't eaten, and we've been walking for hours."
"In fact, Malfoy, I am well aware of all of those things. But I would like to get back to the present so just shut up and keep moving."
He jogged the few feet to walk beside her and she fixedly ignored him. Growling, Malfoy grabbed her sore arm and yanked her around to look at him. "I'm tired, I'm hungry, and I have to piss like there's no tomorrow. Let's just stop for the night. We won't be getting anywhere in the dark."
Damn him. He was right. She knew he was right. Wrenching her arm from his grasp she mumbled "Fine, we can find some shelter in those trees over there. We'll make a fire and see if we can find some food to sustain us for the night."
Malfoy smirked at her. "I knew you would come to see reason."
He headed for the trees and Hermione groaned pitifully. It was going to be a very long night.
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XOXO
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