Chapter Three

"The Time Turner?" Hermione said, surprised, when Harry told her what he had seen in his vision, "But I gave it back.I don't need it anymore!"

Harry held out the small hourglass and its fine chain, which had inexplicably materialised in his pocket, and dropped it into Hermione's outstretched hand.

"Dumbledore said we would need it, he said we should go back in time to stop the pendant being made."

"But that's crazy! Harry, the Time Turner takes you back through days, not years..how many times would we have to turn it?"

Harry hadn't thought of that. But surely Dumbledore had..

"There must be a way.."

"Besides flipping it half a dozen times?" Remarked Ron, taking the Time Turner from Hermione and examining it closely. "Maybe it's a different Time Turner."

"Nah, Dumbledore said he was giving the old one back," Harry replied, "What's Pig doing?"

What appeared to be a small, feathery grey tennis ball had just collided with the common-room window with a resounding crash, indignant hooting and a flurry of feathers.

"Useless feathery git!" Ron strode over to the window, threw it open and attempted to grab the small owl. Pig, however, shot past him and zoomed around the room, much to the amusement of several first year girls, who giggled and clapped at the birds' antics.

"Pig, come here!" Ron jumped up and managed to close a fist around the owl. "Hey Harry, he's got a message.for you!" he pulled the rolled up sheet of parchment and threw it to Harry.

Harry unrolled it. On it, in curly green letters, were written the words;

Sands of time, Return what's mine, Take me back to prevent the crime.

"It's a spell," Harry said, "Sands of time, return what's mine, take me back to prevent the crime.what does that mean?"

Hermione gasped suddenly. The Time Turner was now flipping on its own, so fast that it was no more than a blur. In the next second Harry found that he, Hermione and Ron had been engulfed by a brilliant white light and were spinning- spinning faster than the Time Turner-and at the same time falling through a blinding brightness.

Harry closed his eyes, and waited.

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