13 minutes after Mrs Norris' demise…
Hermione ran madly through the hallways. She had no idea what had happened or what she had even saw. There were some things mankind was not meant to gaze upon, and the fabric of space-time was one of them.
The cat was the least of her concerns. In fact, she had almost forgotten about it. She was so horrified by what she had seen; she had been overcome in a moment of sheer fear for her own mortality.
Death seemed to stalk her heels as she fled back to the Common Room. She needed to escape it, though she was aware this was impossible in a literal sense.
But preserving some measure of herself, some legacy was not out of reach. In fact, all she needed was a willing partner…
"So Fred, we managed to get our hands on a Time Turner," smiled Fred, "now what?"
"I'm actually George. You're Fred, remember?" George corrected his brother with a smirk.
"It doesn't matter either way and you know it," Forge replied, "The point is, we have our hands on one the most potentially dangerous magical artefacts in the Wizarding World. This sort of power is only entrusted with the highest Ministry officials and third year students."
"There is only one acceptable course of action when one comes into possession of time travel and you know it," Gred replied.
They both looked each other in the eye and nodded enthusiastically. They then turned to enthusiastically face the door.
As if on cue, the door swung open to reveal a cloaked duo.
Future Fred and George.
"Mutual hand jobs with our other selves," all four of them grinned in unison.
"This is going to be-"
"-so awesome! Ready Fred?"
"Ready George! Ready Future Fred?"
"Read Past Fred! Ready Future George?"
"My body is ready."
"Let's do this thing."
"I thought I'd never ask!"
"Oh me! You lovable narcissist!"
"Shut up and kiss you."
Meanwhile in his dormitory, Harry threw his Marauder's Map into his trunk in disgust. If he was seeing what he thought he was seeing, he suddenly had no more interest in investigating the twin's nefarious plans.
Well that wasn't true, he was still interested in checking them out. Well, not in that way! Jesus, get your mind out of the gutter, Harry thought to no-one in particular.
Slipping into his invisibility cloak, Harry headed towards the twincestuous abomination occurring in the higher levels of Gryffindor tower, sweaty palm tightly gripping his wand as he creaked up the stairs.
Trelawney's body was ready. All that was missing was her faithful student, ginger stud Ron Weasley. Oh how she dreamed of him. Her thoughts were consumed by his image, the memory of his lips.
In her mind, various fantasies played through her mind, each highly befitting of the tawdriest, bawdiest erotic fiction tucked away in the secret corners of the Forbidden Section of the library.
She needed Ron Weasley.
To feel his hands run through her curly, slightly greasy hair.
To feel his chest pressed against hers.
To feel his wide girth-
Oh she couldn't wait for his next move. She was willing to take the initiative. After all, she was a seer.
She knew that one way or another, by divination bestowed upon her by unknown forces that Ron would soon be pressing lips against a lovely lady and who was lovelier than she?
Adjusting her oversized spectacles on her nose, she bolted from her tower, and descended into a chaos should couldn't foresee.
Ron sped out of the Gryffindor Tower with great purpose. Unaware of how many other people were simultaneously heading off to confrontations, Ron sped towards Snape's dungeon. It was time to bury the hatchet, if that was how the term was supposed to be used. Ron didn't know much about how Muggle terms worked.
With various incendiaries stuffed down his jeans and robes, he awkwardly meandered trying to conceal the multiple bulges protruding from his clothes. Needless to say, he failed miserably.
He looked like the most uncomfortable boner-ridden creep ever to grace the presence of the Hogwarts campus.
Luckily, there didn't seem to be anyone in his immediate presence. All he had to do was detonate these fireworks in Snape's dungeon and he'd be one step closer to freedom. This entire ordeal had been dragged on for far too long, Ron thought to himself.
At this point, he just wanted it to end. He wanted to get these things ready to go off with a bang, as per the contract, and put this entire ordeal behind him.
Once he had blown this load, he could finally-
Ron broke out in a sweat. Someone was sprinting down the hallway towards him. Someone he hadn't expected or wanted to see him as he was.
Trying desperately to conceal his multiple bulges, he prepared for the worst.
Neville had noticed a strange atmosphere building in the school lately. Everyone seemed to be anticipating… something. Neville didn't quite know what is was, but something was coming. Something was building to a head.
An oncoming storm.
A dam, fit to burst.
"We're reaching the climax," noted Luna amusedly.
Neville raised an eyebrow.
"I hadn't noticed."
To Be Continued…
