"What's happening?" Harry cried.
Hermione shook her head, saying, "I don't know! I think…I think it's stuck! I can't control…we're going back in time!"
They clung onto the Time-Turner for dear life, the world spinning.
With a resounding thump, they landed, cushioned by what felt like a bale of hay.
"Yuck, this is definitely not the Forbidden Forest. Are you all right, Harry? …Harry?"
But Harry's attentions were focused on the longsword pointed at his neck and the black-gloved hand that wielded it. "Who…who are you?" Harry stuttered.
"I'm the Lord of Locksley. What are you doing on my lands?"