A/N: Hello. If you're reading this it means you've decided to give my story a chance, for that I thank you. This is my first story, ever, so be prepared for a couple of grammatical errors, as English is not my first language. I'm currently searching for a Beta, so if you know one or are one, please PM me. Also, I'm always up for constructive critic, but, please no hate. If you don't like my story, don't read it.
I hope you all enjoy this story, and don't forget to give me your thoughts- Looney Farah.
Prologue
Sirius Black was listening as Snape gave his report on Voldemort, same old, 'He's waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.' In all honesty, Sirius didn't want to be here, he wanted to be with Harry and try to talk to him, but of course, he couldn't. Because a certain headmaster meant that Harry was better off with his relatives.
Sirius scoffed. As if. Everyone knows Harry hates the Dursleys and would much rather be with his friends.
As, Sirius was lost in his own thoughts, Molly Weasley were looking suspiciously at Mundungus Fletcher, who was fiddling with something under the table, what, she had no idea. The man in question was examining, what looked to be, a little necklace he had found earlier in the attic.
It had a silver chain with an hourglass hanging from it, overall, it looked to be valuable, he could probably get a fairly amount of money from it. Dung looked up from the necklace, only to meet the suspicious glare from a certain redheaded woman. Merlin, he thought to himself, does that woman ever give me a break.
He shrugged. Might as well get used to it.
"Hey, Sirius," He called, holding up the necklace "Think I can take this home."
Sirius looked over at Mundungus, who was holding up some necklace? "Err… sure, take it if you want."
Dumbledore, who overhead the little exchange, looked away from Severus and studied the necklace in question. His blue eyes widened. How did Mundungus Fletcher get a hold of a time turner? But before he could question Dung about it, a certain Metamorphmagus stretched her arms, accidently knocked the necklace out of Mundungus' hands.
Dumbledore quickly pointed his wand towards the necklace, in attempt to stop the necklace from hitting the floor, only to fail. The rest of the order looked confused towards the broken hourglass on the ground, but before they could question it, a blinding light filled the room and when it dimmed, the room was empty.