The Turner of Time (Writing in Progress)

Sherbert Lemon

Written by Abby:

"I'M IN LOVE I'M IN LOVE AND I DON'T CARE WHO KNOWS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Izzy screams, dancing around in circles in the corridor.

"SHUSH!" Abby hisses, elbowing her friend in the stomach. "Could you be quiet just once?"

"Shush your face I'm in love Abby I can't do that obviously," Izzy says, and continues to twirl around.

Abby sighs, and walks up to the gargoyle statues that guard the headmaster's office. "Sherbert lemon," she says, and the gargoyle jumps aside.

"C'mon," Abby whispers, glancing around excitedly as she and Izzy climb the stairs to the office of none other than Professor Dumbledore himself.

"Can you believe we're doing this?" Izzy whisper-screams. "Oh my gosh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Abby sighs, but on the inside she's doing cartwheels and screaming and dancing and jumping upside down.

The two American witches cautiously tap on the door to Dumbledore's office, holding their breath.

"Enter," says a bored voice, and Izzy and Abby look at each other excitedly.

"Let me do the talking," Abby says. "I've got this."

Izzy does not object.

With bated breath, Abby slowly pushes open the massive door leading into the office of the headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Excuse me, sir," she says, looking quite nervous but awed at the same time. "This is going to sound ridiculous, but we're from the future," she finishes, looking  hopefully at Dumbledore.

He is sitting up at his desk, his long pale fingers laced together, looking down his crooked nose at the two girls. His half-moon spectacles glint in the fading light of the room. "Carry on," he says, looking vaguely interested.

"I'm Abby, and this is Izzy," says the girl. "We're from America. From... " her voice trails off.

"Two thousand seventeen!" Izzy says excitedly. "We used a time turner, and I like Fred's face!"

"Shut up!" Abby hisses. "I'm sorry, sir."

"A Time Turner, you say," says Dumbledore, looking at Izzy with keen interest.

"Yes," Abby says before Izzy can say a word. "See, we were outside, and a black dog came running up to us with something in it's mouth. It dropped it, then just ran away and disappeared."

"It was a note! And a Time Turner!" Izzy says. "The note told us we had to come back in time because someone had messed with time, and we had to stop some people from dying!"

"And this is the really weird part," Abby says. "We already know everything about Hogwarts, particularly the seven years Harry Potter came here, because someone wrote books about it," she says.

"They're called Harry Potter," Izzy says. "There's Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Harry Potter--"

"Wait," Abby says. "What year is Harry in right now?" she asks Dumbledore.

"His fourth," Dumbledore says, now looking delighted. "Please carry on."

"And so, we knew who the people the note told us to save were," Abby says. "And we knew how to use a Time Turner, so we used it to come here."

"That was very dangerous," says Dumbledore gravelly. Abby blanches.

"Wait-- you believe us?!?"

"Of course I do. It makes perfect sense," Dumbledore says. "And who, may I ask, were you instructed to save?"

Izzy looks at Abby. "Fred Weasley, Draco Malfoy, and Remus Lupin," she says rather quickly.

"I see..." Dumbledore murmurs. "Very well, then. How do you expect to accomplish this?"

"We said we're from Illvermorny," Abby says. "Exchange students. In Ravenclaw."

Dumbledore nods again. "Yes, but are you witches?"

Izzy and Abby grin. "That's the thing," Abby says. "We thought we were just muggles, but then when we tried to use a wand-- it actually worked. We're witches!"

"Who's wand did you use, may I ask?" Dumbledore says.

"Well..." Izzy says, blushing.

"We ran into the Weasley twins," Abby says. "And I used George's wand."

"I see." Dumbledore says. "Well, you'll need supplies if you're to stay here as fourth years in Ravenclaw.

"Really, sir?" Both girls squeal.

"Why not? I suppose you have a mission, so you may as well complete it," Says Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling.

"Oh, thank you sir!" Abby says.

Izzy simply grins goofily, apparently beyond words.

"I'll send you with Hagrid to Diagon Alley to buy supplies tomorrow. All will be provided by me, of course," says Dumbledore. "You may spend the night in the Divination classroom-- I believe Professor Trelawney is ill and will not be there for quite a while."

Izzy and Abby stare at each other, both elated beyond words. This was really happening. They were finally students at Hogwarts.