Sweat dripped from the young man's brow as he leaned over the dining table of his small flat in Somerset.
He brushed a dark tendril of hair away from his fair face and stared at the goblin-crafted pendant in front of him. Keeping the creature under the imperius curse for the amount of time it took to craft had proven extremely challenging, even for someone with his skill.
His Time-Turner was nearly complete. After six years of preparation the anticipation sent electricity through his fingers and a cold sweat down his back.
He had spent the previous three years looking for exactly the right people to get the last bits of information needed. A certain Mister Nott of the ministry of magic had been particularly hard to get a hold of, but he had not been able to withstand the cruciatus curse for more than a few minutes before he buckled, wetting himself as he handed over all of his research concerning Time-Turners and the like.
With some effort, the wizard gathered up his strength and spread his hands over the gleaming circles, and cried-
"O DIES ULTIONIS, DONUM VOTA MEA!"
The Time-Turner began to glow before turning on its side and spinning like a coin, each circle moving so fast that it seemed it would tear its self apart.
Slowly, it teetered to halt before falling back on the table.
Mordred's eyes gleamed as he stood to reach for the Turner, held it protectively in his palm, then raised it to his lips, kissed it once and smiled before disappearing into the night.
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Of Time-Turners and Irony
FanfictionMerlin has waited for Arthur return for to many lifetimes. Unable to find him alone, he has asked the headmasters of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to aid him in his search for centuries. When Albion's need is greatest, will Merlin be a...
