"Luna, do you know why I'm here today?" The exasperated voice broke the quiet of the large greenhouse that was adjacent to the home of Luna Lovegood.
"Of course!" Luna replied in a cheery voice, "You must want my help with the Nargle infestation at the ministry."
"For the last time, there is no Nargle infestation at the ministry." At this Luna frowned in thought slightly.
"Did Minister Fudge's old Umgubular Slashkilter get loose? They live for a very long time you know."
"Luna."
"Is the ministries secret collection of moon frogs getting homesick?"
"LUNA!"
"Yes, Mr. Potter?"
Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, and current Head Auror for the Ministry of Magic buried his head in his hands with a tired sigh. At 65 years of age he was getting too old for this,
"Luna", Harry began gently, "The neighbors are complaining about the fumes from your laboratory again. You've got to stop with these crazy experiments."
"Oh but you're the one who encouraged me to take up a hobby, and this one is for a good cause!" Luna began, Standing up, she hurried over to her cauldron to check the bubbling, sickly-green mixture. "You know of course that poor Neville has been having memory troubles lately. . ."
"I was aware of that, yes" Harry interrupted.
"Well this is a memory-strengthening potion that I've developed myself to help him regain some of the memories that he can't quite get a hold of." Luna stated matter of factly.
"That's all well and good Luna but you're going to have to. . ." At that moment one of the ingredients sitting on a shelf above the boiling cauldron began rocking back and forth precariously and then tumbled end over end into the pot.
Time is a strange thing, Sometimes entire hours or days will pass by in a blur with nary a blink of an eye and then there are times when every second seems to pass at a crawl. As Harry watched the violet liquid slosh lazily back and forth in the falling flask this was definitely one of the latter occurrences. He idly felt himself wondering just how he always got himself into these messes. In one smooth motion Harry grabbed the elderly witch and swung her around behind him while raising his wand to apparate. The apparation never came, whatever the purple liquid had been, one thing was clear, it was highly magically reactive and a pretty potent amplifier as well. The resulting blast took Harry and Luna off their feet and threw both of them haphazardly across the greenhouse. Harry rose to his knees, his head ringing and his eyes unable to focus.
"That wasn't as bad as it could have been. . ." No sooner were the words out of his mouth than Harry regretted them. Like fate really needed the extra temptation to screw with Harry Potter. One by one every ingredient in Luna's laboratory, including a large vial of what appeared to be Time-Turner sand, slid into the raging cauldron.
"Bugger."