Chapter Twenty-Five:
(A/N: Oh no! I think Araminta should get stuck in the past for a bit. If she's stuck in the past, who should she get for a boyfriend?
a. Harry
b. Draco
c. Ron
d. Snape
e. Flitwick (just kidding he he)
f. Blaise who is a boy
g. Seamus
h. Dean
i. She should be a player and date lots of hot guys
j. someone else, like a celebrity (should probably be somebody from Scotland, like Sean Biggerstaff)
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"You can just wave your wand and send me back, right?" Araminta was practically crying again. This day was simply awful! Everything bad was happening to her all at once and she could feel her hair coming out of her braid again.
Dumbledore shook his head sorrowfully. "I'm afraid, my dearest Araminta, that it will not be so simple. You see, you must use a Time-Turner to go to the past. It will not take you to the future. That's not the point. When you go to the past you want a do-over, so you live that time again. I'm afraid that the only thing you can do is wait to go into the future again."
"Oh no!" exclaimed Araminta. "What year is it?"
Dumbledore handed Araminta a copy of the Daily Prophet. (A/N I am too lazy to do the math.)
Araminta screamed. "I'm not even born yet! I won't be born for another YEAR! How can this have happened?"
Professor McGonagall sniffed. "You weren't careful with the Time-Turner. That's how it happened."
"I have some other news for you, too. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are going to be your classmates."
"WHAT????????" Araminta stomped her foot and crossed her arms. "Ooooh, this is just lame! This is unbelievable!" She was so angry that a bunch of Dumbledore's instruments exploded and a lot of the people in the paintings got up and left so they wouldn't have to hear her tantrum.
"Come here so we can get you Sorted," said Dumbledore.
"I was Sorted into Slythindor yesterday. Do I have to be Sorted again?" Araminta whined.
"Yes--what? What the heck is Slythindor?" asked Dumbledore, whose eyes were twinkling.
"Slythindor's my House--oh, never mind." Araminta grabbed the Hat and jammed it over her head and began to explain.
"Yep, still Slythindor," said the Sorting Hat.