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"We have to split up!" Hermione yells, her voice echoes through the giant room.

Harry continue to run ahead as the other members of the group part ways. he glances Lunas long light blond hair fly around a corner and disappear from view behind a silver selves. Mind racing, he decides at the last second to dive sharply right just in time as the death eater chasing him throws a curse, a bright red light zooms over Harry’s shoulder missing him only by inches.

His legs give one final burst of energy, he rushes past the selves upon selves carrying white spheres. Ducking around a corner Harry quickly contemplates his options. Keep running and let my legs die, go back in fight the death eater, He immediately crosses out that option when he dose fight Voldemort, he would very much like to be alive. Or…

Harry whirls around. The death eater surprised by this decision pauses allowing Harry to slip by him. With a flick of his wand Harry turns of his wands light off blacking his world. Hidden in the pitch dark unnoticed Harry turns towards a ministry door tucked behind a row of silvery prophesy orbs.

Quietly Harry potter makes his way to the door, pulling down on the door and manages the handle down, he cringes at the creaks it causes. With a loud click Harry forces the door open, unfortunately this is heard for a pair of footsteps pad in his direction him. Cursing his luck, he slams the door behind him. “Lumos.” He whispers. Illuminating the room Harry can now make out a tiny brown room similar to a muggle janitors’ room, there are no windows in the room for unwanted eyes to peek into and almost completely bare except for a huge glass case taking up half the room space. Gold shines of his wands light creating flecks of gold light dancing around the ceiling. Harry inspects the long while bullet proof case excitement rising in his heaving chest as he spots its  holding a shimmering clock, a time turner.

The case Harry finds is locked very securely, and he knows that there is no way to find the key. Drawing his light wooden wand, he castes the lock opening spell, bringing back so many old memories. If it wasn’t for Hermine or Ron had never still been here, he was sure of it they had helped him so much over the years ever since they meet. They never had to help him they could of ran away at the start they must have known Harry’s scar and himself were screaming danger, but they still stayed. He could have never asked for better friends. I hope there ok, I hope the death eaters haven’t caught up with them yet. Mabey I should check if there all right…no I’m going to save them this way, I'll go back before we arrived at the ministry he decides, before were in trouble.

That seemed stupid to Harry, there wasn’t a time they weren’t ever it trouble Every second of the day, the night they were in trouble it didn’t matter where or when they were  just were. Unless... Unless I go back to the start to the first train ride, no to when my life was first turned into a mess, when Voldemort killed my parents….

Footsteps outside the rusty bolted door warn Harry to hurry up. Taking one last glance at the not very well locked door Harry pulls out his wand as whispers “Alohomora.” At the exact same time another voice says the spell as well and the door behind Harry clicks open.

Harry wand at the ready snaps his head around and finds himself pointing his wand into the freckled full face Ronald Weasley bright orange hair messed about. Breathing hard Harry slowly lowers his wand. “Ron!” He says in a hushed whisper relief pouring over him, “What are you doing here, How did you escaped your death eater, Are the rest safe, Have you seen them?” His overflowing questions are put to a stop as a sweaty red faced Hermione pushes Ron aside “Harry.” Hermione smiles but then immediately drops as she spots the unlocked glass case possessing a shinning time turner resting in it.

“Harry...” Hermione’s voices warns wide eyed. “We can go back Hermione, listen back to my parents, warn them, stop all this from happening. Harry emphasizes the word this and gestures around them to help his point. “Its to dangerous Harry!” Hermione begs her red face drained from all color. A confused Ron tilts his head to the side to get a better look at the golden stopwatch. Ron’s face turns into a utterly shocked expression.

“I know what that is.” He says slowly eyes darting from both his friends scared and exited faces then the time turner. “That’s a time turner my dad told us about it from work, it can turn back time.” Gapes Ron open mouthed at the legendary time changer. Hermione and Harry ignore him to caught up in their own thoughts. “We could change the world!” Harry yells now bothering to keep his voice down anymore.

“For the worst!” Hermione counters her voice at the same level of volume. Irritation swells up in Harry, why doesn’t she see it? a world without lord Voldemort with parents who actually love me!

Even though Harry would never admit it that was the real reason this idea had popped into his head after Hermione and him had first traveled back in time to save Sirius. After that he had been searching for the other time turner that was what had brought him here and the prophesy. The answer to all of it was within reach.

Ron slowly catches up and as soon as he does, he violently shakes his head “I agree with Hermione Harry it’s too dangerous!” Ron pleads.

Furious Harry tacks a step back towards the large see through case behind him. Turning he grabs the time turner from the case. Harry is about to twist the time turner into the past when Hermione yells and grasps Harry accidently knocking him off the floor. Ron falls onto them both casing them to topple onto one another.

But Hermione’s attempt to stop Harry is too late the time turner now crashed on to the hard marble floor of the room spins uncontrollable and with an ear splitting sound all three of them vanished into time.

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Chapter 2

Harry blinks opening his dark green eyes into a blinding light. Where…am I? Slowly Harry lifts him self off the rough pavement of a sidewalk. His back cracks as he straightens himself into a lazy sitting position. All his limbs are sore like he has just ran around the whole muggle world and the wizarding one too.

Groaning he shields his eyes from the brightness of the world. He sits there for a few minutes until his eyes finally adjust to the light. Now putting his hand back onto the light gray pavement to sport his other hand, pushes himself up of the ground floppily feeling as all his bones in his body have been removed.

He scrunches up his face at the memory of Gilroy Lockhart and the terrible potion he had to take to grow back his bones in his arm, it had been a terrible pain.

Harry lifts his head up to gaze around in awe at the world In front of him. Sunlight pours down on the street warming his aching back. Around him is a busy street remarkably like Diagon alley except the stores aren’t coted in dust but shinning new. Colors jump out at him as he looks down the alley.

But what Harry was staring at was the shop in front of him. In front of him stood a construction site with pieces of lime green timber flying around slowly creating a store. It had most of the walling and flooring installed and a large, crooked sign trying to hang its self on the two nails hovering beside of it.

Harry had never seen a wizarding house or store for that matter being built and it was memorizing, he felt as though he could watch the pieces of the shop come together all day. Finally, the polished wooden sign hooked its self-up at the very front of the store. In large letters painted fancily in neon pain spelt out ‘Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions’

Harry’s stomach plummeted to his feet he read the sign in his head. Then once more aloud in a hushed whisper. A knot started to form in his stomach as in sank in. Dread and terror seized him, slowly he took a carful step back his head spinning. Dizzy with fear he backed away until he toppled over into a man carrying a pile of wizarding newspaper. Harry falls onto his back with a grunt of pain.

Newspapers fly around him then settle beside him. Quickly he stands up, “I... I’m so sorry!” Harry potter says frantically to the male in lush blue robes. The man picks him self up off the ground popping a black top hat on as he does so.

“Its quite alright, wasn’t in a rush.” Sighs the wizard smiling slightly. “Oh... um ok.” Mumbles Harry glancing at the newspapers scattered around them. The wizard knells down to retrieve a few then processes to stuff them into a light brown bag hung around his neck. Harry bends down to help but then pauses.

On the front of the newspaper the moving picture is of a man in a red leather robe with a twisted up ginger mustache and pushed back hair into a short ponytail. The large caption says ‘Hector Fawley, Minister for magic assures that there is no need to worry. Confused Harry reads on, Mr. Fawley is claiming that the death of thirty muggles plus the death of ten wizards around the shore of England is nothing to worry about. “These deaths are not out of the ordinary, there is absolutely no need to investigate and be worried about this.” assures the crowd gathering at the central park demanding answers.

  Harry scans the page for any other details upon not receiving any the turns to find the date. There must be something going on the store being built that’s already supposed to be there and the new minister for magic, it doesn’t even say there’s been an election. Harry thinks scrunching up his head in confusion. It just doesn’t make sense.

There! Harrys eyes stop drifting around the wizarding newspaper as they land onto a smaller piece of writing on the left hand side top. Publish date 8/30/1947

Harrys tenses, frozen o the spot. But... this cant …be ...be happening Harry’s brain riles. It’s just no possible thinks Harry frowning in shock. How could this happen?

Then it hits Harry like a punch to the face, It’s his fault. How could he be so stupid?

It all comes rushing back at him at once. He had turned back time. He had wanted to go back… but not this far! If only… if only he had listened to Hermione. Hermione, Ron, Hermione had pushed him in hopes that he’d let go of the time turner, come to his senses. He remembered now, they had fell, then he had felt like being thrown in continuous circles till he’d passed out.

He hadn’t seen Hermione or Ron when he had woken up that meant that they either weren’t with him in time or were lost. Both those ideas he did not like very much, Harry couldn’t decide which he hated to most.

He suddenly became aware of a presence looking down at the paper too from behind his shoulder, turning he meet the face of the newspaper man he had ran into. The newspaper man’s hazel nut eyes switch from reading the newspaper Harry is holding to Harry’s own face.

“Ahh the minister addressing the sudden lot of deaths at the shore, I say that we should be worried its not a normal occurrence.” Says the news agent gazing into space as he thinks. “Oh.” Says Harry raising his eyebrows at this comment it did seem strange though he hadn’t even thought to think about it. “Here.” he says holding out the newspaper for the agent to collect.

The news agent thanks Harry and takes to paper from him. “Is that the date today?” Harry askes as calmly as he can when silently yelling to himself in his head. It might not be the date. The tiny optimistic part of Harry whispers hoping with all his might.

“Yes, that’s todays date, is something wrong?” Questions he news agent catching sight of Harrys face. “No…no, nothing’s wrong.” Harry mumbles. He knows he should have seen it coming but his heart sinks again all hope vanished without a trace.

The news agent takes his leave, leaving Harry in a depressing mode thoughts swirling in a whirlpool. Harry didn’t have even have the slightest idea of what to do. But he knew that there was one place he could always go, home, Hogwarts. So that’s were he would go next and maybe just maybe he'd find help there.

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Chapter 3
Hermione Grangers had always wondered what would happen if she were to go back in time and not be able to get back. She had pondered on this one day and came up with a list of reasons why this might be as bad as getting an afterschool detention.
1.She wouldn’t have her family or friends
2.She would be late to ALL of her classes
3.She would get in horrible trouble
4.The ministry would be angry with Professor McGonagall
5.She was scared everyone would eventually forget about her
There weren’t many highlights except of course, never seeing Professor Trelawney again.
Now these terrible thoughts swarmed in her head giving her a headache. Of course, none of it was really Hermione’s fault, after all it had been Harry who’d twisted the time turner. But the thought Hermione couldn’t get out of her head, was that she had gotten herself and probably Ron into the time as well. Hermione was kind of glad that had happened since she wouldn’t want Harry by himself, so that seemed alright to her now that she thought about it harder.
Dazzling bright lights danced around Hermione’s blurry vision making her reluctantly open her big brown eyes. Her gaze meets the setting around her, of what must be a party. Stars twinkle in the darkening blue sky; party streamers hang floating in midair with brightly glowing rainbow lights also floating around the rotate hill side. Clusters of people laugh and sing joyfully around the large paddock.
Their loud voices parting in the cold night breeze. Hermione sighs, watching the people dance from where she is sitting. Contemplating what to do now, hoping that it is not a private party, she stands and makes her way slowly to the nearest group of witches and wizards, trying not to draw attention to herself.
As she nears the group, she can spot that a large party hat that’s a portkey is resting on the grass, confirming that the party is in fact a public one.
“Excuse me, but do you perhaps know the date?” Asks Hermione politely bobbing her head at the group. One woman in about her 20s wearing a beautiful silky midnight blue dress and wavy blond hair tied up into a ponytail with a glowing ivy, steps forward.
“It is July the 5th young lady.”
“And may I ask the year’” Hermione inquiries.
The woman smiles “Of course, the year is 1947.”
Hermione tries to hide her shock as she thanks the lady and hurriedly makes her way over to a log as far away from the rest of the witches and wizards. When she reaches the log, she collapse on to it, its hard bark supporting her from falling on to the cold grass. Her mind feels all mushy and dizzy sitting there, the noises of the party fade into the background.
It takes a minute to recover before she finally picks herself up gathering all her thoughts. She didn’t think she’d gone that far back in time. Oh, how much trouble they’d be when they got back. If they got back…
Where are they anyway? Hermione thinks looking around for Harry and Ron in the field. Was it possible the time turner had split us apart? If it had are we even in the same timeline?
These were impossible questions to answer if she was to just sit there wondering. So, Hermione stands and walks this time aiming at the portkey. The loud chatter increases as she reaches the colorful spiral cone hat. Touching it the world around her spins until it blurs and then stops suddenly leaving Hermione with an awful stomachache.
Hermione knows that there were a few options and the best one seemed to be to go to Hogwarts. For in her history exam, she had searched up in every Hogwarts history of headmasters and teachers, that Professor Dumbledore would in fact be teaching in this year. Transfigure for another 23 years before becoming Headmaster. She was also pretty sure that her favorite Professor, McGonagall would be starting Hogwarts this year for the first time which was a coincidence.
Traveling to Hogwarts would take a while unless she took the train since she didn’t have a floo powder account. Witch was sure to attract unwanted attention.
Hermione was still dressed in her school Gryffindor robes; they would have to be changed or that might also draw suspicion.
So, she settled on the idea of going to the leaky caldron leading to Diagon alley which was where she’d find some normal olden day robes and then head of to Hogwarts from the Hogsmeade passageway that they found on the Marauders map in year 3, but she would have to pretend to enter from the front of Hogwarts.
Hermione begins her long walk to Charing Cross Road, luckily the portkey has taken her about half of her walks, so it takes only ten minutes.
Hermione looks around trying to take in all the sights of the town in old age, noting every new detail of peeling light brown paint flack in the old muggle town to each crack in the roofing that she recognizes.
Its truly amazing, like walking through one of her favorite ‘Muggle and Wizarding worlds changes over time.’ Book.
The old lady’s house that used to be a corner away from the leaky caldron is now a newly coated sunshine color with hundreds of bright flowers popping up along the front garden enclosed by pure white curved fence. Each house and store seems changed in such different ways, grass not longer sprouting out of gutters and rats no longer racing along the mangled roads. Instead, the old scary Charing Cross is transformed into a lively shining neighborhood.
Hermione wishes she could keep all these sights locked up in her head so she will never forget what it looks like.
Humming to herself she sees the leaky caldron out of the corner of her eye to her left. It’s so strange to see it looking so lovely she almost doesn’t recognize it and would of continue her joyful walk if it hadn’t been for the sign hidden at the far corner of the teal green rooftop. It sits up perfectly straight not even the tiny bit slouching on a patch of grass. It is a baby blue with a darker blue door, there is a single window, behind the window you look into a what seems dark and dingy store that surely must be out of order. But Hermione knows better, tiding up her hair quickly then she pushes open the door. Opening up into the leaky caldron shows Hermione just how much has changed in 47 years.
Inside the illusion from the outside window has completely disappeared. The room is the same color from the outside and sleeve line one wall holding flowering pots and spell books. Light wooden tables stand around the right hand side of the room, chairs neatly orders beside the tables are all accompanied by witches and wizards of all kinds. Much of them don’t pay attention to Hermione as she enters and keep having conversations. The place that usually sells wine and other horrid foods according to Hermione now shows fruit cakes on display.
Smiling with pleasure at the old store Hermione now scans the store for a doorway leading outside. She finds it tucked in the corner of the room out of sight from those not searching for it. Hermione crosses the room and quietly opens and closes the door.
Out of the store and in the back garden she is unhappy to say everything is of the ordinary cobblestone flooring leading to a simple brick wall. Signing she checks her pocket for her wand, upon finding it she levels it to the wall and repeats the code she’d memorized the first time she found out about the entrance from the store.
three bricks right downwards, then three bricks left, two bricks right up, two bricks left up and three bricks right up.
Finishing the sequence, the bricks start to fold in and twist rapidly until she’s standing in front of an entrance way into Diagon alley.
Hermione lets herself take in the view of 1947 Diagon alley. Shops curve in unique ways some shops just as bright as the sun on a frosty morning, Signs magically levitate above the stores and wizarding witches and wizards hustle and bustle around preparing for the upcoming school year.
To Hermione it was like seeing Diagon alley for the first time all over again. Warm butterflies flip in her stomach forcing herself to smile at the crowded town, maybe this isn’t so bad after all.
Then in her moment of happiness she spots a burning orange red hair with many freckles spotted all over his face and a long nose Hermione’s tummy dose a wired flutter all over again. Unsure of her feelings she tries hard not to focus on Ron so, she forces her eyes to turn beside Ron. Tugging Ron behind him is Harry black hair messily flopped over his lightning scar doing such a terrible job at hiding it and green eyes gazing at ever thing in sight.
They make their way shuffling through the busy crowd doing a poor job not to attract attention as Ron stumbles into a food stall and Harry gets questioned about, he’s strange dark magic scar. Hermione shakes her head disapprovingly at the two boys but lets a small smile twists her lips upwards as she goes to deal with the mayhem caused by them.

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Chapter 4
Harry dragged Ron by the hand doing what he thought was a good job of weaving through the bustling crown of witches and wizards. Ron on the other hand Harry didn’t think was doing a good job at all or even trying for that matter. Crash! Harry turns on his heals to glare at the wreckage behind him. Ron was collapsed on a small rose colored stall selling hotdogs, were sprawled out across the floor still sizzling from the hot liquid they had been in a moment before. Ron’s freckled face was a mess of red, yellow and brown sauces splattered across his wide eyed face; a look of shock written on them.
“Who the heck broke my stand!” shouts a small man with a chubby pig face and a large knotted dark beard. The man turns on Ron ignoring Harrys present completely. “Why you-
Ron’s faces pales at the coming lecture that sounded almost as scary as Mrs. Weasley when he was in deep trouble. He half expected the man to say in his mother half pitched telling off voice, his full name. Ronald Weasley
But before the man could really start yelling, Hermione pushes out from the crowd now gathered watching. Hermione storms towards the two and a very worried looking Harry.
“I am so sorry for my friend’s behaver; I assure you it will not happen ever again.” Hermione says as sweet as possible while glaring daggers at Ron. Ron whose face is now as red as his hair with embarrassment give harry a look and mouths slowly, she’s going to kill me, Harry!
“Now if you’ll excuse us, we really have somewhere to go and in quite a hurry if I may add.” Hermione says pulling Ronald up, then preceding to drag him over to were Harry stands, a look of relief displayed on his face.
“Now hold on just a minute!” exclaims the angry salesmen. “My stand needs the money to be repaired and my sauces are everywhere!” Yells the man after the trio.
Already annoyed, Hermione spins around to face the man “You are a wizard aren’t you not.” States Hermione visually irritated now. And with that she trills back around on her heels dragging Harry and Ron with her into the stun struck crowd until they vanished into the rest of the busy street.
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“Hermione you’re here!” Harry says joyfully turning to smile at Hermione once they were out of the crowded streets. They now sat in the sweet shop Honeydukes.

It was different now, like most things they had found were a little bit different given that they were 43 Years back into the past.
This year, the shops normal green painted walls were made from tons of long dark brown wood logs which could have only come from the tall spruce trees outside, the trio had found covered most of Hogsmeade, making it a village hidden by the grown forest of tall and slender trees, reaching far into the sky.
The inside of the shop had shelves built into all the walls lined with imaginative candy's such a levitating gigantic pink and blue swirling lollipops that never seemed to end, and melted chocolate toffees covered in foamy turquoise frosting. The part that was different from their own time was that there were no shelves or cany dispensers in the middle of the shop instead there was handmade barrels huddled together in the center for the costumers to navigate there way to the front desk.
Run by a young lady in her late 30s with noted orange hair and another girl quite young indeed who must only be around the age of themselves. She has brown hair that curls at the end and was drenched in pink, she that remined them vaguely of what professor Umbridge would have looked like as a teen.
Following a doorway that was not there 43 years more into the future, lead to the room that they were seated in now.
There were various amounts of tables scattered across the room and golden chandelier hung in the middle of the room witch walls were covered in varies strips of red velvet. The tables were small and round with matching light wooden crisscross chairs. They were seated in a table closest the doorway since all the far tables and chairs were filled this people dressed in numerous colored robes, most of them children or young adults. Most of the kids were playing with a toy box stashed in the far corner of the room, overflowing toys spilling out onto the floor around the chest.
Hermione let a slime creep on to her face even though she had been extremely annoyed a second ago. It was all gone now; she was back with her friends and that was all that mattered.
Wait…… no, that was indeed not all that mattered. Infract a huge thing that mattered was they were almost ………. decades in the past!
Hermione takes a deep breath restraining herself to start screaming at the top of her lungs at Harry. No, they would need to lay everything out on the table first and then explain the plan.
“We are in the past, 43 years to be exact, its 1947.” Harry nods his understanding where else Ron pales horribly almost the color of fresh snow. “1947” Ron repeats slowly, not quite believing his ears.
“1947” Hermione repeats back to him.
“Oh god, my moms going to kill me!” Ron cries and Hermione can’t help but roll her eyes.
“I was thinking- Hermione starts but is interrupted.
“Oh no, Harry, she’s been thinking like that ever happens” remarks Ron reserving an anger glare from Hermione.
“As I was saying, I was thinking the best possible place to go to might be Hogwarts, we could explain our situation to Dumbledore since he’s working as a Transfigure teacher at Hogwarts at this day and age, if you two ever bothers to read Hogwarts History.”
Harry nods his head agreeing with this plan.
“How will we get there?” Ron asks
“Remember on the marauders map it showed a passageway from Honeyducks to Hogwarts?” Hermione waits for the duo to nod then continues on “We’ll use that trail by then we should sneak out of Hogwarts and knock on the door so to not draw suspicion.”
“Seems like a good plan to me.” Harry says and Ron nods his head in agreement.
“What of the time turner?” Hermione questions turning to Harry. If he had been the one to turn it {which he had} he would have still been holding it when we arrived in time.
Harry shifts uncomfortably under Hermione’s stare. “Well…… I think I might have broken it.” Explains Harry.
Hermione sighs running hand nervously down her wavy brown hair. “Did you grab it?” Asks Hermione secretly crossing her finger under the table. “I forgot…” Harry trails off leaving an empty silence floating in the air.
The background laughter swirls behind them somehow managing the quiet to become more deafeningly silent. The silence continues leaving Harry to fiddle with the hem of his black robe. Twisting the dark fabric between his thin fingers reminds him. “We’ll also have to change our robes, that too would be an obvious sign of not belong to this year; I bet the uniform has changed in the last ……… years.” Stats Harry, desperate to interrupt the never ending silence.
Hermione nods along with Ron at this statement.
Hermione is left to think as Harry and Ron go on to discuss how and what they would be able to wear, to make sure that no suspicion came to them.
The parts of speech that Hermione could make out was that ‘Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions’ was still in the process of building, a glum reminder how far back in time they truly were.
More like lost in time Hermione thinks bitterly to herself.
Oh, how she wished Harry had not left the broken time turner in the middle of the busy road in front of the construction of the store, laying there in reach of anyone walking down the crowded streets.
Hermione sits there unable to prosses this information, an abandoned broken time turning in the streets of Diagon Alley; anything could happen what if the dark wizard of this time Grindelwald, got his hands on it. In Harry’s and Ron’s conversation she could hear Ron tell Harry; he was in for it.
Finally, a finger harshly tapping her shoulder, got her to snap into reality. She looked accusingly at Ron who’s slightly bonny finger was still raised midair about of tap her again. Hermione found it suspiring how skinny Ron was considering he had the appetite of a King penguin in an aquarium full to the brim with lazy fish.
“Harry and I’ve decided that there must be some type of hat shop around here.” He gestures around at the street outside. Hermione raises her eyebrows at this and opens her mouth to tell Ron that, in fact there must be or else everyone else would be nude. But before she can get the words out of her mouth Harry cuts in.
“We should probably get going, now.” Harry says as soon as he sees his friend opening her bossy mouth with a snark remark.
Hermione agrees but stops them before they can pull there chairs back.
“Harry, Ron have you… noticed anything different?” She asks inspecting them. Harry looks questionably at her “Not much unless that were years back in the past.” Witch is my fault Harry wants to add but stops himself.
Finally, after a while Hermione says “You two look the same you did in grade 3…” Ron and Harry relies with a shock that Hermione is right. “We do!” Ron exclaims astonished.
“But why?” Harry asks utterly confused, I’ve never heard of a time turner doing that before but I'm no expert, “This doesn’t usually happen dose it? “Harry inquires.
“No, it dose not.” Hermione paused before continuing. “It must have really been broken.”
Knowing that they should start heading out the trio walk out of the store still confused to why the time turner did that, each sucked into their own thoughts.
Unbeknownst to them a girl of there age peeps over the counter of stare at there turned backs, her handmade pink woolen dress stands out among the rest of the wizards and witches in the store. Her older sister pays no attention to her, trying her best to serve the customers of the shop there candy's being bought. The girls is slightly chubby around the edges having gobbled down quite a few sweets in her time helping her older sibling during her ‘work’ hours at the family old business.
She intently watches till the door is closed behind the three strange students.
She, Dolores Umbridge, has heard absolutely everything.