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Later that night, a few hours after HarryÕs birthday celebration had ended and everyone had gone home, Harry was to be found carrying all his presents up to his room. He had put them all in a large box, and was carrying it up the stairs. It was pretty heavy, and Harry was having some trouble with it. As he was going past Fred and GeorgeÕs room, he saw the door open, and the twins come out of it.
"Hey, Harry, need some help with that?" said Fred.
"Here-"said George. He pointed his wand at the box that was in HarryÕs arms, muttered 'locomotor boxÕ, and the box that Harry had been carrying was now being floated up the stairs, directed by GeorgeÕs wand.
"Thanks," said Harry, as he walked up the stairs to the fifth floor, where his room was, besides George.
"No problem, Harry."
"So howÕs the WeasleyÕs Wizarding Wheezes shop doing?"
"Excellent," said George.
"Never been better," said Fred.
Harry couldnÕt really think of anything more to say, and was silent the rest of the way to his room. When Harry opened the door, he stepped quickly inside, and held the door open for George, who was making the box of HarryÕs birthday gifts float in front of him. George lifted the charm, and the box dropped lightly to the floor, and he, Harry, and Fred began to put away the contents of the cardboard box. When they had finished doing this, Fred sat down on HarryÕs bed and picked up the wooden box that he and George had given Harry, and looked at him.
"What?" said Harry.
"ArenÕt you wondering whatÕs in this little wooden box?" said Fred.
"Yeah, but I forgot about it until you brought it up just now."
"Well, Harry," began Fred "WhatÕs in this little unremarkable wooden box is quite extraordinary."
"Fred and I happened to come upon it when we visited the Ministry with our dad a few weeks ago," said George.
"Why were you at the Ministry?" Harry asked.
"ThatÕs not important right now, Harry," said Fred.
"Ok..."
"Anyway, the object in this box," said George. "Like I said before, Fred and I stumbled upon it."
"It was just lying there, as if somebody had dropped it-"
"-but luckily it hadnÕt been broken."
"Dad was talking to Kingsley Shacklebolt-"
"You remember him, Harry," said George.
"Yeah, I remember him," said Harry.
"Like I was saying, before George here interrupted me, Dad was talking to Kingsley Shacklebolt," said Fred.
"And I noticed something lying on the floor, not far from the Auror headquarters," said George.
"George pointed it out to me, and I grabbed it, in put it in one of the pockets of my robe-"
"You mean you stole it?" Harry asked, scowling.
"Well, technically no. We asked some people if they had lost anything- we didnÕt mention what-"
"And they all said they hadnÕt," said George.
"So, anyway, George and I played around with it for a while, to find out what it was."
"So whyÕd you decide to give it to me?"
"Well, we thought that, because Fred and I arenÕt in school anymore, and you are, you could use it to aid yourself in your mischief making."
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Oh really? And whatÕs that?" he said.
"This-" said Fred, and he opened the box, and pulled out-
"-a time turner?!" Harry exclaimed with shock. "What- How- Why?"
"We already told you what, how, and why, Harry," said George.
"How do you like it?" said Fred.
"A time turner!" said Harry in awe. "But wonÕt the Ministry find out about this?"
"They wonÕt, donÕt worry," said George with a grin.
Harry became suspicious. "How do you know?" he said.
"Because we...er...placed an Unplottable charm on it."
"An Unplottable charm?" said Harry somewhat skeptically. "I thought that an Unplottable charm could only be used on buildings."
"Turns out, it can be used on any object," said Fred.
George stood up to leave. "Come on, Fred, letÕs leave young Harry here to play around with his time turner."
"All right, George," Fred replied, also getting up. "Bye, Harry."
"Bye," said Harry.
Fred and George left the room, and Harry was left alone to examine the time turner that he had been given. He turned it over in his hand. He remembered the time turner that Hermione had had in her third year at Hogwarts, and remembered how, at the end of their third year, he and Hermione had gone back in time to save Buckbeak and Sirius.
Harry had a sudden idea. Now that he had a time turner, maybe he could go back in time to prevent RonÕs death! Harry eagerly put the chain of the time turner around his neck, and was about to turn it over, when he realized something. Ron had died. It was supposed to have happened, and if he, Harry, went back in time to prevent his friendÕs death, Ron would just die soon in a different fashion. There was nothing Harry could do about it. Whoever had created the earth and everything in it, Harry thought, had meant for Ron to die right from the beginning of time.
Harry took the chain off from around his neck, and put the time turner in the wooden box, which he placed on his nightstand. He was exhausted, and so he went over to his wardrobe and got dressed in his pyjammas. Harry turned out the lights, slid under the covers of his bed, took off his glasses and lay his head down on the pillow and closed his eyes. Then he heard the door open.
"Harry, dear?"
It was Mrs. Weasley.
Harry opened his eyes and turned his head so that he could see her. As it was dark in the room, Harry could only see her outline.
"Mrs. Weasley?"
"Oh, hello, Harry dear. I was just coming in to tuck you in and say good night."
Harry smiled as Mrs. Weasley tucked the covers in around him.
"Thanks," said Harry when Mrs. Weasley was done.
"No problem, dear. Good night."
"Good night," said Harry.
Mrs. Weasley left the room, closed the door, and Harry shut his eyes and fell asleep.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
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Later that night, a few hours after HarryÕs birthday celebration had ended and everyone had gone home, Harry was to be found carrying all his presents up to his room. He had put them all in a large box, and was carrying it up the stairs. It was pretty heavy, and Harry was having some trouble with it. As he was going past Fred and GeorgeÕs room, he saw the door open, and the twins come out of it.
"Hey, Harry, need some help with that?" said Fred.
"Here-"said George. He pointed his wand at the box that was in HarryÕs arms, muttered 'locomotor boxÕ, and the box that Harry had been carrying was now being floated up the stairs, directed by GeorgeÕs wand.
"Thanks," said Harry, as he walked up the stairs to the fifth floor, where his room was, besides George.
"No problem, Harry."
"So howÕs the WeasleyÕs Wizarding Wheezes shop doing?"
"Excellent," said George.
"Never been better," said Fred.
Harry couldnÕt really think of anything more to say, and was silent the rest of the way to his room. When Harry opened the door, he stepped quickly inside, and held the door open for George, who was making the box of HarryÕs birthday gifts float in front of him. George lifted the charm, and the box dropped lightly to the floor, and he, Harry, and Fred began to put away the contents of the cardboard box. When they had finished doing this, Fred sat down on HarryÕs bed and picked up the wooden box that he and George had given Harry, and looked at him.
"What?" said Harry.
"ArenÕt you wondering whatÕs in this little wooden box?" said Fred.
"Yeah, but I forgot about it until you brought it up just now."
"Well, Harry," began Fred "WhatÕs in this little unremarkable wooden box is quite extraordinary."
"Fred and I happened to come upon it when we visited the Ministry with our dad a few weeks ago," said George.
"Why were you at the Ministry?" Harry asked.
"ThatÕs not important right now, Harry," said Fred.
"Ok..."
"Anyway, the object in this box," said George. "Like I said before, Fred and I stumbled upon it."
"It was just lying there, as if somebody had dropped it-"
"-but luckily it hadnÕt been broken."
"Dad was talking to Kingsley Shacklebolt-"
"You remember him, Harry," said George.
"Yeah, I remember him," said Harry.
"Like I was saying, before George here interrupted me, Dad was talking to Kingsley Shacklebolt," said Fred.
"And I noticed something lying on the floor, not far from the Auror headquarters," said George.
"George pointed it out to me, and I grabbed it, in put it in one of the pockets of my robe-"
"You mean you stole it?" Harry asked, scowling.
"Well, technically no. We asked some people if they had lost anything- we didnÕt mention what-"
"And they all said they hadnÕt," said George.
"So, anyway, George and I played around with it for a while, to find out what it was."
"So whyÕd you decide to give it to me?"
"Well, we thought that, because Fred and I arenÕt in school anymore, and you are, you could use it to aid yourself in your mischief making."
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Oh really? And whatÕs that?" he said.
"This-" said Fred, and he opened the box, and pulled out-
"-a time turner?!" Harry exclaimed with shock. "What- How- Why?"
"We already told you what, how, and why, Harry," said George.
"How do you like it?" said Fred.
"A time turner!" said Harry in awe. "But wonÕt the Ministry find out about this?"
"They wonÕt, donÕt worry," said George with a grin.
Harry became suspicious. "How do you know?" he said.
"Because we...er...placed an Unplottable charm on it."
"An Unplottable charm?" said Harry somewhat skeptically. "I thought that an Unplottable charm could only be used on buildings."
"Turns out, it can be used on any object," said Fred.
George stood up to leave. "Come on, Fred, letÕs leave young Harry here to play around with his time turner."
"All right, George," Fred replied, also getting up. "Bye, Harry."
"Bye," said Harry.
Fred and George left the room, and Harry was left alone to examine the time turner that he had been given. He turned it over in his hand. He remembered the time turner that Hermione had had in her third year at Hogwarts, and remembered how, at the end of their third year, he and Hermione had gone back in time to save Buckbeak and Sirius.
Harry had a sudden idea. Now that he had a time turner, maybe he could go back in time to prevent RonÕs death! Harry eagerly put the chain of the time turner around his neck, and was about to turn it over, when he realized something. Ron had died. It was supposed to have happened, and if he, Harry, went back in time to prevent his friendÕs death, Ron would just die soon in a different fashion. There was nothing Harry could do about it. Whoever had created the earth and everything in it, Harry thought, had meant for Ron to die right from the beginning of time.
Harry took the chain off from around his neck, and put the time turner in the wooden box, which he placed on his nightstand. He was exhausted, and so he went over to his wardrobe and got dressed in his pyjammas. Harry turned out the lights, slid under the covers of his bed, took off his glasses and lay his head down on the pillow and closed his eyes. Then he heard the door open.
"Harry, dear?"
It was Mrs. Weasley.
Harry opened his eyes and turned his head so that he could see her. As it was dark in the room, Harry could only see her outline.
"Mrs. Weasley?"
"Oh, hello, Harry dear. I was just coming in to tuck you in and say good night."
Harry smiled as Mrs. Weasley tucked the covers in around him.
"Thanks," said Harry when Mrs. Weasley was done.
"No problem, dear. Good night."
"Good night," said Harry.
Mrs. Weasley left the room, closed the door, and Harry shut his eyes and fell asleep.
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