The Last Time Turner

Chapter 9

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Oh and this chapter will be ery short, but the next one will be longer :)

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"So the only person you know who can speak Parsletongue is Voldemort?" asked Dumbledore

"Don't you speak Parsletongue?" said Harry curiously

"I can understand it, but it's a whole other thing to speak it." said Dumbledore, frowning in concentration

"But Ron could open the Chamber of Secrets!"

"Hmm, but wasn't that because he'd heard you say just that, nothing else? I'm sure if we heard just the word open, we'd be able to say it in a few goes. But there must be someone alive right now able to speak it!" said Dumbledore, getting frustrated

"Wait.... there was someone, we talked to him I think ... something to do with Voldemort. His mum, no, she's dead. So is his dad. Wait..... OH!" Harry smacked his forehead "Morfin! He's Voldemort's uncle, and he's at Azkaban right now! He's innocent too, perhaps you could use his memory to free him, then, I dunno, but you could figure out something right?"

"I'm sure I'll sort it out, well done! Ok, I best be off, and I believe Proffesor McGonagall is waiting for you, she has prepared your detention."

Harry found Proffesor McGonagall in the Entrance Hall. She was impatient.

"Finally Potter! Your late. Ms Lovegood and Mr Malfoy are waiting for you in Greenhouse 4. Someone thought it would be funny to shove a firework in to the pot of an extremely puss-filled plant. You have 2 hours to clean up, no magic."

"Why's Malfoy there?" asked Harry

"That's none of your business, now go! You've already wasted 15 minutes!"

It was a beatifull day outside. Harry walked slow down the grounds, taking in the view. He reached greenhouse 4, unable to see inside because the see-through walls were covered in pus. Harry opened the door.

The floor was covered in pus and soil. All of the benches and tables usually in there were gone. There was a few mops leaning against the wall opposite him. Also on that side of the room were Luna and Draco.

Kissing.

"Whia! What the?! How old are you two?" he directed the question at Luna, perhaps she'd forgotten there was 4 or 5 years between them. And she was only 11 and him 12. Man this was confusing. All Harry knew was they were too young to be kissing!

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Getting steamy :P hope you like it! Next chapter comin right up