Hopes and Time turners

A Third Wizarding war? As if Two weren't enough.

Madame Pomfrey kept me on bedrest for the next couple of days. Uncle Harry came by a lot, as well as my parents and brother. When Scorpius wasn't at classes, he was at my bedside. We got to know each other even better. 

Afterwards, life kind of just went back to almost normal. In potions class, we moved on to polyjuice potion (finally done with Amortenia) and in care of magical creatures, we moved on to blast ended skrewts (shudder) and the stinger of one got stuck in my wrist. 

My parents were dealing with a lot at work, considering Sybill Trelawney made a prophecy about a third wizarding war. People were freaking out and bombarding the minister with questions, like "what can I do to keep my children safe?" or "Why did your daughter get kidnapped?" My parents barely slept at all. 

For me, the Zodiac wanted an inside scoop on Salem and the kidnapping. I now admit to, on seeing them, going back in time a few hours and coming back, just to avoid them. 

Me, Albus, and Scorpius traded off the time turner even still. Lily and Alice were around me a lot. It was probably their idea of protecting me, and they did a good job too. 

The official declaration of war was a mass breakout from Azkaban and the two dark marks in the sky. We had hit war mode. 

The Aurors of the family were incredibly strict on following the guidelines, hoping to protect those within the Weasley clan. It was better than being ignored, I guess. 

End of year exams came and went, we went home at the end of the school year, as usual. 

The summer was fun. My birthday (August first) was fun too. I was fifteen, and with four months left to go until the year ended, I felt pretty good about this whole thing. 

Then my life turned upside down.