Sitting in a broken chair, a grim faced Hermione Granger stared up at the wall with a determined gaze. For years she had been trying to find a way back, a way to save everyone. Her eyes drifted down to her desk, or more specifically the worn journal lying in the center of it. The weathered book contained all her theories and ideas. The latest theory was her first new idea in months. And she believed it would work; it had to.