The world spun around her in a blur of color and sound. The scene before flashing at light speed before her eyes made her sick to her stomach. How could she muck up like a rookie? She had been fixing the time turners ever since she landed a job in the Department of Mysteries. And since the beginning of her employment she never once made a rookie error as she did this very moment.
The particular time turner she had wound around her hand was one of her own designs. Hermione figured that if a normal time turner can send one back by mere hours why couldn’t it send you back at least a day or two in time. Working diligently both night and day she was nowhere close to the finish product. It still needed a ton of work done to it before it was finally finished. And even though she knew that she had still turned the dial when wrapping the chain around her hand instead of delicately carrying over to the time turner case like a professional.
Now due to her own stupidity, she was flying backwards in time not knowing how far back she had gone. Landing hard on the floor inside what was once considered her flat, she spewed the contents of her stomach all over the floor. Slowly rising up off of the bright green shag carpet, the witch took a look around the room. The decor was old fashion, quiet hippy-ish kind of style a style that was far from her own taste.
Looking around the room for any clue as to how far back she went, her gaze landed on the newspaper. With trembling hands she picked up the paper and read 31st of August, 1976 in the top corner. Dropping the paper worry filled her entire being. Thinking she hand gone back maybe a couple of weeks before she started renting her flat that the person before her had terrible taste in decor was in fact wrong.
With all the blood draining from her face, she rushed out of the room and entirely out of the building complex to find her way to Diagon Alley. Surely someone in the Department of Mystery would be able to help her. Finding a hidden alley to apparate, the witch patted her pocket of her robes and realised that her wand wasn’t with her. This was the second time of the day fort all the blood to drain from her face.
Quickly rushing through the streets of London she found the place she was looking for, the Leaky Cauldron. As fast as she could walk without looking like a worried wort she exit out of the establishment to the back where the entrance to Diagon Alley was. But now feeling more like an impudent child, she stared at the brick wall before her and wonder how she was going to get in.
She could go ask someone for help. Though knowing what year she was in and what was going on, Hermione highly doubt someone was going to help her out. Huffing out a heavy sigh, the walls began to move on their own or so she thought when a sickly looking young wizard appeared before her.
Not having time to look at him closely she rushed by him and ran to the ministry.
After all the rushing, she had come up short handed. There was nothing that the employees in the Department of Mysteries could do. They told her to allow time to fix itself. Feeling defeated, Hermione walked over to Olivander’s to purchase a new wand. The knowledge of knowing she had her money pouch but not her wand still boggled her.
“Why couldn’t it have been the other way around.” She whined, entering through the door.
“Welcome to Olivander’s, every wand here is hand crafted and two wands are never alike. How can I help you, Miss?” The old proprietor asked.
“I’m looking to purchase a wand. I accidentally broke my wand in half and I am in need of new one.”
“I see. Well let me get some measurements and I’ll retrieve a couple and see which one chooses you.”
He had taken her measurements and left bringing three slender boxes back with him. Watching every movement of his, a slight smile crept upon her lips as he held out the 10 3/4 vine wood with dragon heartstring to her. She felt her magic sing through her bloodstream and she internally rejoiced on having her wand back.
Paying the elderly wizard, she headed to the apparation point and left with a loud crack landing outside the gates of Hogwarts. She needed to talk to Dumbledore, he would somehow know what to do.
