"Yeah, Granger! We've only got…" George glanced down at his empty wrist as if checking a watch, "six hours left until the scheduled debauchery begins… we've got planning to do and surely you can't spend that entire time with your nose in those books?"  Hermione groaned internally. What had she just agreed to? Oh well. One time wouldn't kill her… would it?

A war is brewing, loyalties will be tested and in the midst of it all, a little girl in the wrong place... at the wrong time. A time travel fic, no time turners.