Disclaimer: Harry Potter © JK Rowling
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Battling madmen inside a narrow hall, outnumbered and overpowered, is a bad idea.
Battling madmen inside the Time Room, shelves full of legendary, mysterious devices, is a worse one.
The Death Eaters' fluttering cloaks make them look like demons chasing after children in a dark forest without breadcrumbs to follow. Spells and curses flow back and forth through the air. Magic of all colours sizzle. Yet it surprises everyone there when the ancient Time Turners started falling off the shelves. Glass shatters. Shelves fall. Harry thinks someone is hit by a curse because he thinks he hears a scream, but he's uncertain.
(There had been several books with theories that magic is alive—although with no greater existence than what parasites have—and exist only in rural areas, dependant on animal and plant life to exist, used by those who are born with the magic gene. Unfortunately, this theory proves true when it came to Time Turners.)
They all crash, and so, reverse time and put Harry Potter and his friends back at the beginning of the hall. Them and his pursers, both.
Crack!
But the problem is that the first Time Turners have already started falling, and so puts them on a—
loop.
Momentary happiness turns into horror.
Crack!
It lasts for 4 seconds, and Harry and his friends are put back where they were, a few meters before. The Time Turners have no one controlling them, and does only go back so far to cause temporal relief and wholeness until they start falling again. Curses have already been cast and left the wands.
Crack!
The avalanche starts, again and again, and none of the people in the room knows this. Their fingers do not grace the self saving Time Turners. They have no idea that they're stuck in the loop.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
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There is no beginning, and there will be no end.
There is only four seconds.
Forever.