Disclaimer: As much as I hate to admit it, I am not JK Rowling or Shakespeare... Or am I? I guess we'll never know *evil laughter* Wait... What is this? This thing... I believe it is known as... *gasp* reality D:
Rose lay in bed fully dressed and wide awake as she listened to the old oaken grandfather clock ticking. It was eleven o'clock at night and she listened cautiously as the sounds of the rest of Gryffindor house fell silent one by one. She clutched the time turner closely to her chest as she waited for Polly Chapman to leave her transfiguration essay and go to sleep. When she eventually heard the soft sounds of everyone sleeping snugly in their beds, she quietly got out of her own and tiptoed away from the dormitory, careful not to wake any of her slumbering house mates.
As she left Gryffindor common room, she cast a silent disillusionment charm on herself. She padded softly towards the dungeons with her blood pounding in her ears as she thought about her current mission. She had gotten the password to the Slytherin common room from Scorpius last week, and had every intention of using it tonight. She had the time turner, but knew that she had no chance figuring out how to use it without the help of the only people in the castle who had used it before. Finally, she made it to a blank stone wall, having successfully eluded three prefects along the way.
"Macbeth" she whispered, stepping back as the stone slid back, the sound of stone scraping against stone sounding like a drum roll in the silence of night. She glanced down the hall way and, upon finding no one in sight, she walked briskly into the common room that was decked in furniture in dark shades of emerald green and silver, taking the time turner out of her pocket and hanging it around her neck in preparation for her next move.
There was a fire place and several torches, but none were lit, leaving her eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room she found herself in. As she walked into the common room, she heard a floorboard creak to her left. She crept towards the sound, her eyes squinted in an attempt to adjust faster, the time turner swinging with every step. She stopped and looked at the spot that she could have sworn was the source of the sound, but found nothing there. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a dark shape race towards her, quick as lightning, but she was too slow to react.
The next thing she knew, she was pinned against the wall, air knocked out of her, and her disillusionment charm now completely worn off. Her captor wrenched the time turner from around her neck, and she felt the fragile chain snap.
"Well, look who we have here. The Gryffindor princess sneaking into the Slytherin common room at the stroke of midnight. And a Granger-Weasley no less." He sneered through the blinding darkness. True enough, the old clock on the bench began to chime. Once, twice, three times until it finally stopped on the twelfth, leaving the room silent once more. she turned back to face her attacker. Though she knew he was mere inches away from her, it was too dark to make out the face of her assailant, but she didn't need to. She could recognize that voice anywhere. She had heard it throughout her life. She knew that she had found herself face to face with none other than a completely infuriated Albus Severus Potter.
A/N: I can only hope that you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it. Please leave me a review to tell me how to improve! :D