𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐒.
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One of them, an amateur artist, is at her wit's end and often wonders what new thing shall take place each year.
It star...
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"Hermione, Carina, will you please tell me what it is that we're doing?!" Asked Harry for the 5th time. The three were now at the bridge where they had first seen Malfoy and his goonies.
In the distance they saw themselves, confronting them and heard Hermione refer to Draco as a cockroach. And of course Harry kept asking questions from beside them. "Seriously, will you two please—"
Hermione nudged Carina. "You deal with him, I'll keep an eye out."
Carina nodded, and fisted Harry's shirt, pushing him to the brick wall, his breath hitching from the act. The teenage boy felt heat creeping up his sweaty neck. "That neckless that 'Mione has is a time turner, Harry!" She explained. "Professor Minnie gave it to Hermione the beginning of the first term. This is how she's been getting to all her classes."
"You mean we've gone back in time?"
Merlin, how thick was he?!
"Yes."
"And you kept that from me and Ro—"
"Yes!"
They returned back to Hermione just in time to see past Hermione punch Draco right in the face. "Good punch." Harry said. "Very badass." Carina said. Hermione grinned at the compliments mumbling out a quick thanks. Suddenly, the Slytherins began trudging up their way. "Shit! They're coming!" Carina exclaimed quickly fisting both of Harry and Hermione's tops, as she guided them to jump through a side window and onto the soft moist grass, they crouched down, careful not to be seen. They heard Draco running his mouth with nonsense as he ran past them with both of his goonies.
As they watched their past selves run down the rocky pathway to Hagrid's hut, they began walking in their still crouched positions until they got to the tall rocks, where they hid. "Look! Buckbeak's still alive."
"No shit, Sherlock."
Harry rolled his eyes at her.
"Of course..." Hermione trailed in thought. "Remember what Dumbledore said?" She asked. Carina nodded whereas Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "If we succeed tonight, more than one innocent life could be spared. Let's go!"
