The Past, The Present, The Future
Harry Potter, And all Things about him.
Is owned by J.K Rowling
The fifth years entered the Great hall at Two o'clock and took their places in front of their overturned examination papers. Harry felt exhausted. He just wanted this to be over so he could go sleep. Then tomorrow, he and Ron were going to go to the Quidditch pitch - he was going to have a fly on Ron's broom and savor their freedom from studying . . . .
"Turn over your papers," said Professor Marchbanks from the front of the Hall, flicking over the giant hourglass. "You may begin..."
Harry stared fixedly at the first question. It was several seconds before it occurred to him that he had not taken in a word of it; there was a wasp buzzing distractingly against one of the high windows. Slowly, tortuously, he began to write a answer…
… looking up now and again to check the large hour glass on the desk beside Professor Marchbanks. He was sitting right behind Parvati Patil, who dark hair fell below the back of her chair. Once or twice he found himself staring at the tiny golden lights that glistened in it when she moved her head very slightly and had to give his own head a little shake to clear it.
… Think, he told himself, his face in his hands, while all around him quills scratched out never-ending answers and the sand tricked through the hourglass at the front…
Then, He was walking along the cool, dark corridor to the Department of Mysteries again, walking with a firm and purposeful tread, breaking occasionally into a run, determined to reach his destination at last... The black door swung open for him as usual, and here was in the circular rooms with many doors...
Straight across the stone floor and through the second door... Patches of dancing light on the walls and floors and that odd mechanical clicking, but no time to explore, he must hurry...
He jogged the last few feet to third door, which swung open just like others...
Once again he was in the cathedral-sized room full of shelves and glass spheres... His heart was beating very fast now... he was going to get there this time... when he reached number ninety-seven he turn left and hurried along the aisle between the two rows...
And the world Shattered...