28.
Running up those traitorous stairs her chest heaving in out in out with every second it grew more dire. Finally she reached it, reached the place where George had died. Turning the time turner in her hand three times and stepping to the side she waited, hiding behind a stationary suite of armor.

Tears falling brimming out through clenched eyes she watched horrendously sad as she saw him fall to the ground, stiff, rigid, and dead. Her beloved brother gone no more games of exploding snap, no more Quidditch matches only right here right now and time turning hell.