If I could turn back time

Shut up, will you?

Hope had found herself peering through a window, crouching down as to not be seen. At first, she was startled by the man with a bushy beard and strong accent who was bigger than an average man. The three kids Hope followed were sitting around a round wooden table, talking. Then the tall man who Hope heard was called Hagrid walked over to a tea pot.

"Scabbers!" The freckled boy shouted out in glee. "He's alive!"

"You need to keep a closer eye on your pet, Ron." Hagrid said.

Ron? Poor dude. Hope thought. Then her wolf ears caught the faint sound of chatter coming from the hilltop. She turned her head and saw three men walking down the steps, one with a curved axe of some sort that reminded Hope of the grim reaper. As a reflex she hid behind the hut, near a back door. Whilst keeping her head down, she heard a quiet conversation coming from her left. She turned her head to the hushed voices and saw no one. Intrigued she quietly walked along the garden, careful not to step on anything. As she did, she caught a glimpse of the conversation.

"Harry you can't." The familiar voice said.

"Hermione, that's the man who betrayed my parents. You don't expect me to just sit here." Harry said, starting to stand up. Hope saw the messy dark hair appearing above a stack of pumpkins, but as quickly as it appeared it disappeared.

Hope crept up beside the large fruit, dodging a bird like creature she recognised from the books she would read in preparation for the next monster attack. It was a hippogriff. Having seen her fill of monsters, their appearances now were somewhat lacking on the surprise factor. However, Hope did not expect to find Hermione and the boy with the round glasses from earlier – who she guessed was Harry – hiding behind fruits, looking like they came back from a battlefield when they were still in the hut. They are still in the hut, right? Hope thought to herself. To appease her mind, she looked back at the open window and saw the three friends and Hagrid chatting. The action had the opposite effect that she hoped. She turned her attention back to the two standing mere feet away from her. Their clothes were covered in mud and blood, and their hair a mess.

How is that possible? She asked herself.

"Yes, and you must." Hermione said sternly. "Harry, you're in Hagrid's hut now. If you just go bursting in, you'll think you've gone mad. Awful things happen to wizards who meddle with time Harry. We can't be seen."

Meddle with time? Wizards? What the fuck is going on!? Hope's head was spinning. She didn't have a clue about what was going on. How could there be two versions of one person at the same time. Meddle with time? What does that mean? The only thing that seemed to calm Hope somewhat was the knowledge that they were wizards. If they were wizards that meant they had magic. That meant they could help, and Hope will need all the help she could get to get back home.

"Fudge is coming." Hermione said, yanking Hope out of her thoughts. "And we aren't leaving. Why aren't we leaving?" She asked confused, her gaze focused on the other side of the garden.

Then she peered down at the pumpkin in front of her. A look of recognition flashed across her face as she picked up a pebble. Seconds later she threw it towards the hut and ducked down as a faint crash was heard. Despite this, the trio inside didn't move. With a roll of her eyes Hermione threw a stone which hit the back of Harry's head making him turn around. Suddenly, Hermione and Harry beside Hope ran behind some trees and watched themselves scurrying out of the hut and behind the pumpkin stack.

When the trio ran back towards the hill, Hope watched the two wizards free the hippogriff named Buckbeak from the garden. She then followed their retreating forms as they walked deeper into the woods. From time to time she would step on a branch or shove some leaves out of her way purely out of instinct, forgetting she was not to be seen, making Harry look behind from time to time scrunching his brows. However, the big hippogriff running around the forest was making far more noise than Hope was, helping her mask her presence.