Chapter 18
Araminta couldn't keep from staring. No, she hadn't seen anything like that. What an odd shape, and what a funny color...Araminta reached out and grasped it in her hand.
"Careful," said Dumbledore. "Not too tightly now."
"It's so strange," said Araminta, as Dumbledore put it up close to her face so she could see. "Does it do anything?"
"Yes, it does," replied Dumbledore, with an ecstatic grin on his face. "If you put the chain around your neck, and turn it three times, you can go back in time about an hour. It's a Time-Turner."
"Oh, wow," breathed Araminta. "A Time-Turner. For me?"
Dumbledore ruffled her hair. "Yes, for you. In fact, it's been many years since we last had such a bright witch as yourself at Hogwarts, so it is only fitting that you have it now. You can use it to do hours over again, and take all of our most advanced classes. I've written out a new schedule for you already." He handed it to her.
"But these are all seventh year classes!" Araminta exclaimed. "I'll get picked on."
Dumbledore held up a hand. "Don't trouble yourself. I've already thought of that." He lifted her down onto the floor. "You'll simply have to be a seventh year."
"What do you mean?" asked Araminta. "I have clothes and makeup that make me look older, but I can't just be older. That takes time."
"Yes and no. I can put an aging spell on you, and you'll be a seventh year. What do you say?"
It only took a second for Araminta to decide. "I say yes," she squealed happily.
"Come here, then, my child," said Dumbledore. He drew his wand and ran it up and down her spine. "Seventeen, please. Now, run along to bed, and when you wake up again, you'll be ready for seventh year."
"Thanks, Papa Dumbledore." Araminta gave the older man a bear hug and then she ran off to get her beauty rest.