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Albus Severus Potter P.O.V.
I've never had many friends at Hogwarts and at first it kind of surprised me because Dad was always saying how at home he felt here.
It's not too bad, I mean I have Lily and Teddy. James too, I guess.
Lily helps with my homework, James beats up anyone who insults me. I like Teddy best, he sits with me at meals, but I know that's just because he feels sorry for me. Mum and Dad write to me every day, they did that with Lily and James but only their first year. This is my second term, and it's getting embarrassing, but I can't bring myself to tell them to stop.
I'm pacing up and down in my thinking room - well, it's not my room, as technically it belongs to the head of Hogwarts, so Headmistress McGonagall - it's the place I like to come when I'm thinking.
I know that it's the same room that held The Mirror of Erised.
I heard footsteps going down the hallway outside, low voices conferring. I listen intently and press my ear up against the door.
"- are you sure -"
"- Albus might not -"
"- if it does work -"
"- no harm trying -"
"- is it what Albus would want?"
"- Thank you, Denis . . . Creevey is it?"
I stare at the wall for a minute or two, then as the steps fade I make a decision. I pick Dad's cloak up off the floor and fling it on. I quietly open the door, leaving it open as I walk swiftly after them - Denis Creevey is a famous wizarding photographer, the other voice was Headmistress McGonagall . . . That didn't bode well for me.
I follow them but I'm to far away to hear anything they're saying.
They turn a corner and disappear. They've gone into Headmistress McGonagall's office. I won't be able to enter with out her permission.
Headmistress McGonagall's P.O.V.
"So the reason we need to use this picture in particular, is the fact that my potion replicates a picture to a fault. So if part of Albus is missing in the picture, then part of the Albus created by my potion will be missing. Every fault of the picture version of Albus is copied, including personality flaws the picture may have created . . . or enhanced," Denis enthuses rapidly, quite like I remember him being . . . And if I may say so, it's quite annoying.
"How do you know all this? Are you sure there isn't another option? I'm quite attached to this picture, it's the best one Hogwarts has," I enquire, I find its always best to test the validity of theories, it's what makes me a good Headmistress.
"Well, I . . . Uh. Collin . . . um. I tried to bring him back too, but in the picture he was taking a picture, and when I brought him out of the picture his camera was glued to his face and he was constantly taking a picture! So yeah . . ." Of course, his brother.
"That's... An interesting story. Shall we just get on with the picture transfer?" I say, my impatience at his incompetence clear in my tone.
Albus Severus Potter P.O.V.
I stand here waiting, it's not long before they leave again, muttering about how odd it was that 'he' should want to be alone. As they disappear into the distance I hear Headmistress McGonagall saying that she won't argue with him, not after his death.
It's all very confusing, even more so the fact that Albus Dumbledore is coming out of McGonagall's office, with something odd clutched in his hands.
I follow him down the hall. He walks for some distance and then goes into my thinking room. I watch him through a crack in the door, he opens his hands to reveal what looks like a tiny hourglass in a circle of copper metal . . . I know what this is, a time turner. Dad told me about Hermione's, it was meant to be destroyed. Apparently Dumbledore had kept it.
He turns the hourglass twenty times and just as he turns it for the twentieth time it falls from his hand. The cord breaks and the time-turner goes spiraling down, turning over and over and over (and over and over).
The time turner falls on Dumbledore's foot and he disappears, I'm left staring at the time turner, which had rolled of his foot onto the floor. Suddenly I hear a noise from behind me. I turn around to see a girl with short brown hair and bright blue eyes.
"Hi," she says cautiously.
"Uhh, hi . . . ?" I reply, confused.
Tiffany's daughters P.O.V.
I see the confusion in his eyes, mum did warn me, but I didn't know when to expect it . . . Apparently now.
Then his vision clears, "Oh! It's . . . You."
"Yeah, me. We knew each other as kids and stuff, you remember?" I check.
"Yeah . . . Yeah, I do," he confirms, but he's looking confused again.
I step past him into the room and step on the time turner, it crunches.
A/N: Hope you enjoy XD...