Prologue
Everything was shifting awkwardly, like a film reel shown frame by torturous frame. Click. The moon was revealed in all its savage, silvery beauty. Click. Professor Lupin was huge and hairy and horrifying. Click. Ron was on the ground, moaning in terror and pain. Click. Scabbers, no, Pettigrew, had sent a bright white light towards him, and he was silent. Click. She raised her wand. Click. Pettigrew turned. Click. A giant dog bounded past the both of them to intercept the wolf. Click. He sent the same light in her direction. Click. Crookshanks leapt forward to intercept the spell. Click. Spell and cat-kneazle hit her at the same time. Click. She fell backwards. Click. Crookshank's claws dug into his human's chest. Click. She hit the ground and rolled. Click. The time-turner around her neck shattered. Click.