Prologue

The Turntables

Mundungus Fletcher had always wanted to get his hands on the Turntables. For years he had tried to acquire them but to no avail. Until now. There they sat, side by side covered in a think layer of dust. He had to be quick; his conscience told him stealing the Turntables was wrong, but he had been anticipating this moment for years, and that deep, burning desire outweighed his moral code (which was very weak to begin with).

The Turntables were a rare antiquity, and they were twins, two of a kind. He knew they would make him a fortune and he reveled in the thought. But when Mundungus Fletcher brought them to the local wizard antique shop but a few hours after nicking them, he discovered that they would not play music. The shopkeeper appeared puzzled as there was absolutely nothing wrong with the Turntables. They were perfectly sound, but they just simply refused to play.

The thing about the Turntables was that they were fiercely loyal. They were complex objects, and they had a magical bond to their true owners, which was unbreakable. Deep inside those two magical turntables was a story. A story about a group of friends, a story about love, and loss, and trials, and triumphs. But most of all, the Turntables held the story of two particular people, two very opposite people and how they became one. In a much more intimate way than any pensive could reveal, the Turntables told their story in song, many, many songs that had played throughout the years. The songs were like snapshots in time, and the Turntables remembered every one of them.

The story began on September 1st, 1975, the day the Turntables came to Hogwarts.