Time Turner

Chapter 2

I lie on the floor for about five minutes with my eyes clothes until I sit up and decide to head to the kitchen. I'm already late and if I don't eat that's all I'll be thinking about in class. I get to the kitchens and grab a banana from the bowl of fruit on the counter and then I start going to McGonagall's. I walk in to her class, "Sorry Professor but I over slept and I-" I look around the class room I see my mom, alive. "Holy Shit!" I hear some boys start to laugh and I look over at them and see Harry, but I look again and it isn't Harry, it's his dad. Sitting next to him is who I think is Sirius Black. It took all on me not to hex him to oblivion.

"Take a picture sweetheart it will last longer," Black says.

"Mr. Black! Excuse me but who are you and why are you interrupting my class?" A younger McGonagall asks.

"I need to see Professor Dumbledore! Now!"

"Why?" She says full of sass. I walk over to her and show her and only her the time turner. "Oh my! How far back?"

"Let's just say my mom is in this room," I whisper to her.

"Oh my! Come on! Class don't do anything stupid," She says.

"Where you going sweetheart?" Black asks.

I snapped and punched him in the face, "Go to hell you piece of shit." I leave with McGonagall and I can tell her is wondering why I did that. "I'm not going to tell you Professor; it will alter the way you think of him and then the way you treat him. And that will change the future."

"I know that! It's just I think you and going to be on his prank list until we get you back to the right time period." McGonagall says.

"I can handle myself Professor." We get to Dumbledore's office and McGonagall walks in first and goes over to his desk.

"Oh Albus we have a serious problem." She says.

"What problem is that Minerva?" He replies.

"Me," I speak up.

"And why are you a problem? Miss...?"

"Miss. Hall, Aurora Hall," I answer.

"She is from the future Albus!" McGonagall adds.

"I fell down the stairs with my time turner and it brought me here. Can I get back?" I ask.

"How far back did you travel? Will you encounter the people here where you are from?"

"Yes. I'm from the next generation."

"We can't send you back. You are going to live until the time you fell down those stairs. We are also going to have to hide you, we can't have people seeing you is they are going to see you in twenty years and you still look the same."

"Little late for that Albus. She came into my class, and I believe she is now on Mr. Black's prank list," McGonagall says.

"What did you do Miss. Hall?" Dumbledore asks me.

"I did what he deserves."

"She punched him in the face and told him to go to hell," McGonagall adds.

"Why?" Dumbledore asks me.

"You know I can't say why. But do I really have to stay hidden for twenty years, give or take?"

"How are you going to explain to people in the future why you look just like one of their classmates who has the same name as you?"

"Call me something else. And I had dirty blonde hair up until this summer, please don't keep me hidden!"

"Hidden from what?" A boy says.

"Hello Mr. Black, Mr. Potter, Mr. Lupin, and Mr. Pettigrew what is it you did this time?" Dumbledore asks.

"I would like to know what she is being hidden from," Black says.

"None of your business Sirius Black," I say back.

"Now how is that fair. He doesn't know your name but you know his," Harry's dad says.

"You shouldn't stick up for him Potter."

"Why is that?" He asks.

"He might hurt you someday, in fact you all shouldn't be friends with him. He's just going to stab you in the back."

"You don't know me! I would never hurt my friends!" Black says getting in my face.

"I wouldn't be so sure."

"What year are you anyway?" Black asks.

"Third," I answer.

"Impossible, we know all the third-year Gryffindor's considering we are some."

"I'm a transfer. Got kicked out of my old school so they sent me here."

"Well boys I think you should be going," McGonagall says.

"You haven't given us a punishment?" Says the smallest boy.

"Peter shut up!" The other boys yell.

"Just go boys," Dumbledore says.

Right before the leave I add, "By the way it's Rora."