A twist in time
Two weeks had passed since the war had ended, celebrations were being held all over the country, but for George Weasley grief overwhelmed him, he sat in the flat that he and Fred had shared together he no longer felt complete, Fred was dead, and he could not comprehend life without him, he had no tears left to cry he just felt empty and alone. He looked at the boxes around the room, he was packing up Fred's life, his clothes and parchment , scribbled notes of a new inventions for the shop, George let his mind wander back to the days when life was good, the days when he and his brothers would play quiddich in the garden at the burrow ,days he would never get back, he pushed the thoughts from his mind, and continued to pack the boxes, that's when he noticed a gold shimmer coming from a tin he had just placed on the floor, George picked it up and immediately recognized it as a time turner, what was Fred doing with this? Why had he not told him about it? He stared at the time turner for several moment until a thought accrued to him, what if he could go back in time and save Fred, but just as quick as he thought of the idea he dismissed it, he remembered that Hermione had told everyone how dangerous they were, and how there could be catastrophic consequences if not used correctly or for the right purpose, questions kept forming in his mind, how had Fred come across this, he thought they had all been destroyed in the ministry but…. Excitement pulsed through him, what if he was supposed find it, what if he was supposed to save his twin, he turned the time turner 12 times in his hand, he knew that more people could get hurt, he knew that things could go wrong, but right now, consumed by grief he didn't care.