The Turner of Time (Writing in Progress)

Phoenix Feather, 13 Inches

Written by Abby: 

"Who the bloody hell are you people?" asks the young man, his green Slytherin tie flashing in the pale silver light from the eerie mist that hung over the ceiling of the Slytherin common room.

 "What are you doing here? What's going on?"

 His wand is out, pointed at Izzy and Abby.

 "Well," Abby says glumly. "The time turner works."

 Izzy stares at Tom Riddle. 

"I like your--"

 "Shush your face," Abby says, punching Izzy in the arm. "We get it."

 Tom stares at them, his eyes glinting creepily in the light, his beautiful face puzzled and dangerous. Izzy was right about one thing-- how could you not like his face? 

"My name is..." Abby looks over at Izzy. "Emily," she finishes. "Emily Greenwish. I'm a second year in Ravenclaw," she lies.

 "This is Ebony," she says, pointing at Izzy. "We're both in Ravenclaw."

 "What are you doing here?" Riddle asks suspiciously. "Who gave you a time turner? And how on Earth did you get into the Slytherin common room?" 

He looks at the turner in Izzy's hand, interest sparking in his severe eyes.

 "Uh... Professor Dumbledore," Izzy says quickly.

 "Dumbledore," Riddle hisses.

 "And why, may I ask? Did he send you to spy on me?" 

Abby stares at Riddle's wand. "Phoenix feather," she blurts out. 

"Thirteen inches. Supple, oak wood." 

Riddle gapes at her. "What?" 

"Your wand," Abby says. "It's quite lovely." 

Riddle looks down at his wand. "How did you--"

 Abby lunges forward and grabs it in Riddle's moment of confusion. 

"HEY!" the future dark lord yells. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" 

"Stupefy!" Abby yells, and Tom Marvolo Riddle falls to the ground in a blast of red light.

 Abby and Izzy stare at each other in shocked silence. 

"I can... do magic," Abby says slowly.

 "Let me try," Izzy says eagerly. "Oh, I wish I had a camera, I really like his face!" 

"I realized," Abby says, dryly. "Me too," she adds, a bit wistfully. 

"Obliviate," Izzy whispers, pointing the wand at Riddle. A jet of greenish light shoots out of the wand and hits him. He twitches but remains knocked out.

"Do you know what this means?" Izzy looks at Abby excitedly. "We're witches! Oh my God!" 

"We are!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Abby squeals. "Oh my gosh!" 

"Time to go," Izzy says, as the girls both hear voices echoing from the hallway outside the common room. 

"Okay, let me turn it," Abby says. 

"I want to--" 

"No. I'm doing it."

"Fine."

 Abby takes the time turner, and, being sure to turn it in the opposite direction so that they can go into the future, spins it. 

"How many times?" 

Izzy stares at her. "I'm not good at math! How am I supposed to know?!" 

"Okay, um... so if this is the year Riddle is in his seventh year, and fifty years later... I'll try forty-five turns." 

"I hope you're right," Izzy mutters, as Abby spins the time-turner one last time. 

The door to the common room swings open, and a few students gasp, and pull out their wands at the sight of Tom unconscious on the floor and two girls with a time-turner, but by the time they can shoot jinxes at them, Izzy and Abby are already gone, traveling once again through the layers of magical time.