Trapped in the Past

Chapter 2

Once I was in the headmaster's office. I looked around the destroyed room and yelled, "ACCIO TIME TURNER!" The small noise was heard as the time turner necklace tried to fly towards me.

While I was still sobbing, I caught it in one hand and stared at it for a few seconds. Then I told myself, "Please help me. please please please bring me to the right time.." but as soon as I finished saying my thoughts, I heard an unexpected replied.

"What are you talking about, Delilah? What are you doing here?  What are you doing with that necklace?" asked the smart but worried witch, Hermione Granger. Her voice sounded worried and anxious. Right beside her was Ron Weasley who had the angry and depressed look on his face. He staring deeply into my eyes. Ange. I waved my wand to make the time turner turned by itself. "OH MY GOD! What are you trying to do? It is too dangerous to go back in time. Many people will see you." Yelled Hermione, trying to stop me. She started to panic.
I gave no reply, so she step forward, getting closer to me but I swung my hands gently to push her away. She was trying to stop the time turner with her magic but I was ahead of her. I locked my spell.

I took a step back and warned her, "STOP IT HERMIONE! I am no use here.. I am trying to save more life and I don't care if I would not be able to come back." I looked up at the both of them. "Ron, I know you never like me...  so i am doing you a favour. Hermione, I know you are trying to warn me about the danger ahead, but.. I have to do this." I paused. Hermione, I am not going three hours back. I am going centuries back." I looked at the time turner. It starts to turn slower, meaning I would be gone soon. I started to cry because that was the last time I will ever see them. "Hermione, Ron, I love you both. You both have been very understanding as far as I can remember. Thank you for being my friend. I will never forget you both. And please tell Harry I love him too. Goodbye my friends... Be safe." My tears rolled down my cheeks as I shut my eyes. I could hear Hermione cries started to fade. Then, I knew I was gone.

I felt my body was being squeezed and expanded multiple times like clay. I opened my eyes as I felt I was where I was supposed to be, the early 6th century. I was in mid-air, falling down to the ground. As I grew closer, I tried to do the same force field I did when I used the portkey to the Quidditch tournament. "Arresto momentum!" However, I failed. I fell hard on my back. Maybe I pronounce it wrongly. Or was the spell nor made yet? But when I thought about it, hard. Then I fainted.

I had no idea how long I was unconscious. But when I am fully aware of my surroundings, I stood up and looked what I was wearing. The dress that I was wearing, was in red. My legs were cramped into a  straw shoe. I feel my head with my hands and I could feel the braids. I stood and thought for several minutes, thinking what was missing. I screamed in frustration. Unknown place and weird dressing.Then I realised the most important thing that represented me as a witch was missing. My wand was missing and it was nowhere to be found.

I slapped my forehead, knowing I was skewed. Not only that the ancestor's of Slytherin will not be dead, I was a mortal, trapped in the past and be a pathetic muggle.

Great job for making rash decisions.