Copyright to JK Rowling.
"Harry, pay attention, you have to use this time turner wisely, if you mess it up, they're going to blame me, and I'll end up in Azkaban because of your own mistake—"
"Ok, ok Hermione. Everything will be fine. You'll be there anyways, so it won't really matter so you can stop me and Ron from doing anything stupid. We'll keep out of sight of any Marauders anyway," Harry Potter reassured his friend, picking at his dinner. The Great Hall seemed louder than ever.
"But, well, but..." Hermione trailed off hopelessly. "Well, you look so much like your father, well, probably, and you even said so. Your scar and your eyes are the only noticeable difference."
Hermione Granger was determined to find something wrong with Harry's plan. "Yeah, well... Do you actually think I'd be thick enough to jump in front of my dad and say, 'hi'?" Harry asked incredulously. "C'mon Hermione, just his once?"
Hermione gave in.
"But you mustn't mope around anymore, alright?" she warned.
Ron Weasley, who had been listening to the conversation, suddenly choked on his mouthful of chicken.
"Y-you think that Harry's going to m-mope around after t-this?" he sputtered. "No way!"
Harry nodded his head vigorously, completely on Ron's side. Hermione rolled her eyes, thoroughly exasperated.
"No talking with your mouth full, Ron, how many times do I have to remind you?!"
"Ok, don't make any sounds—ouch—Ron! You stepped on my foot, watch it," Hermione whispered into the darkness. "Stay behind me single file, but leave some space! It's common sense!"
"It's cramped in here, what d' you expect Hermione?" Ron complained loudly.
"Shhh!" Hermione hissed. "Oh, here we are. We've reach the closet."
Harry stood quietly behind Ron as Hermione whispered, "Alohomora!" and entered. He crept in quietly, and Ron, as soon as Hermione shut the door visibly relaxed. It was a very spacious for a closet.
"Boy am I glad we can get this thing off," he said as he shoved off the Invisibility Cloak. "And you can't help but feel you could die any second with Hermione up and all that."
Harry snorted and Hermione huffed, but didn't say anything. She reached into her robes, pulled out her wand and time turner.
"Arm yourselves; we don't know what situation we're going to be when we arrive," she said quietly.
Harry and Ron followed her example; they hastily pulled out their wands, too. Hermione put the chain around Ron first, then Harry, and finally, herself.
"I found out that about over a million turns should do it," Hermione began with an air of starting a lecture. "So I'll bewitch it to—"
"Just get on with it!" Ron hissed. "We don't need to hear all that rubbish."
"Fine, but it's still important—"
"Hermione!" Harry cut her off impatiently.
Hermione tapped her wand and muttered something indistinct irritably, then let it drop. The time turner was spinning itself faster and faster...
"I think I'm going to be sick," Ron whimpered.
"Don't!" Harry said warningly.
It was similar to traveling in a portkey and by floo powder. It was just a whole lot more confusing... Harry felt as if he was going backwards incredibly fast. Ron felt as though he would throw up his dinner. Hermione simply felt bored, she'd been through it a hundred times anyways. When it finally stopped, Hermione sighed and rolled his eyes when she saw Ron's face looking very green. She looked over at Harry to make sure he was ok. Harry was looking very windswept and unstable, but otherwise in check.
"We haven't got time to lose," she said briskly. "We don't have an invisibility cloak, and prefects will be patrolling the corridors."
Ron seemed to have sealed his mouth shut. Harry nodded.
"Ok, on the count of three, we all go, right?" Harry suggested.
Ron nodded once, and Hermione voiced her agreement.
"So, er... one, two, three!"
Ron, Harry, and Hermione burst out of the closet, not bothering to shut it behind them, and sank into the shadows.
"Stick together," Harry whispered to where he thought his friends were.
"What?"
Harry froze. That wasn't either one of his friend's voices.