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'Hey'

'Merlin!'

'It's alright, I'm fine.'

'You don't look it!'

'Sticks and stone may break my bones but...something, something, something.' Chuckled a deep, gruff voice.

'I'm so sorry...I should be with you.' Replied a female voice, she was close to tears.

'No, you did nothing.'

'I did, I-.'

'No, "I did this" or "I should", what happened happened and we can't change that.'

'I just wish we could go back.'

'Sadly, someone broke all of the time turners.' Smirked the male, the female gave a small, light laugh.

'Was it worth it? Stupid question.' The female looked around the room she was sitting in; it was dark, damp, cramped, cold and creepy. She didn't know how he hadn't gone mad or even survived in a place like this.

'No, it's not. 'Cause it's a no...And a yes. I've met people, people who have changed the way I look at things. I've learnt things, that before I could never have dreamed of. But I know that life would be better if I hadn't, but hey, always look on the bright side of life.' Smiled the male in a cheerful mood as he began to whistle "Always look on the bright side of life"; music was one of the things that kept him sane in this place.

The female smiled back at her friend's ironic happiness and started to sing along in her head.

A knock was heard on the door, the smiles immediately faded; their time together was short but never sweet.

'Goodbye, I wished it wasn't like this.' The tears began to fall down her cheeks; the male wished he could wipe them away.

'There's nothin' good about goodbye, I could swear I saw you cry,' sang the male with a smile. 'It's not goodbye 'Mione, it's not the end.'

A small, nervous looking man marched down the MoM corridors as fast as his little legs could carry him. His eyes were small and beady, his nose was more of a snout than a nose, his lips were thin and dry and his skin looked like a ripe tomato on a summer noon. He galloped past the security booths, which had been abandoned minutes before, and fumbled his way through the eye, wand and finger-print scanners. He was carrying a bundle of papers that he dared not even crease; he held them tightly to his chest as he zoomed into the auror department, a place he dared not normally go; his kind of man wasn't welcome there.

But this situation wasn't normal.

'WHAT DO YOU MEAN?'

'Sorry sir, I-I-I.'

'OH SHUT IT WINKLER! HAS EVEYONE BEEN ALERTED?'

'Erm, yes, yes, sir, I-I-I think...?'

'IT'S NO GOOD THINKING; I WANT EVERY AUROR OUT NOW!'

'B-But si-.'

'I DON'T CARE IF IT'S A BLOODY SUNDAY MORNING. GET ME HANSON!'

'But sir, he's get-.'

'I DON'T CARE IF HANSON'S DYING. GET HIM!'

'He's in America, I-.'

'I DON'T CARE IF HE'S IN A DRAGON'S ARSE, I WANT HIM HERE!'

'Y-yes sir.'

'WINKLER?'

'Yes sir.'

'WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE?'

'Gone sir.'

'You're listening to me, Agatha Marple on Muggle-Wizard Radio, and next up is Gives You Hell by the All-American Rejects, what a nice song to get you into the Sunday morning mood...sorry, I've an alert broadcast to read out.' A shuffling of papers could be heard and a shocked gasp as Agatha quickly scanned the notes in front of her. 'Please listeners listen closely. There has, in the last half an hour, been a mass break out of Azkaban, all prisoners have escaped and Azkaban is destroyed. It is believed that Harry Potter murderer, Ronald Weasley, is leading the break-out, if you do see any known death eaters or Mr. Weasley himself; do not approach, but alert aurors immediately. Until Mr. Weasley and other main death eaters have been caught, a curfew of nine o'clock has been put into place and there will be auror patrols out on our streets as soon as possible. Do not panic, just go home, lock all doors and set up safety charms around your house and any muggle houses near. Together we can stop death eaters.' The alert had been read out in a pace that was slow enough to understand and take in but quicker than normal. It wasn't a normal situation. The last sentence was much calmer; if Agatha had half a penny every time she had to say that sentence, she would be a billionaire.