Harry is dead. Ron, dead. Neville. Luna. Ginny. Visions of bodies swam through Hermione's head as she screamed at portraits of headmasters and headmistresses long dead and gone. The floor shook as the wards guarding this office were assaulted again, a golden object fell from a high shelf and shattered onto the floor. Hermione had just pick it up as the wards fell. Time-turner fic.