I was frozen. My heart thudded in my chest. This was jeopardizing the entire plan. But there was nothing else to do. My brain whirring in my head, I set off at a smart pace towards the room of requirement.
Yes, this was the only way. My feet thundered on the ground as I charged through the corridors dodging students, my footsteps muffled by the buzzing of chatter. I finally came to a stop in front of the blank wall that concealed the Room that so few knew about. I paced thrice around the hall and sprinted inside the door. Rubbish was piled in heaps all the way to the ceiling. Raising my wand, I muttered: "Accio Potions Book!"
My adopted fathers old textbook doomed though the air. I caught it, flipping to the inside of the cover and scanning the words that were written there with such flourishing handwriting: This book is property of the Half Blood Prince. Then, sprinting down to the dungeons as fast as my legs could carry me, I checked to make sure the coast was clear and slipped out of the invisibility cloak. "Alohomora," I said, pointing my wand at the door of Horace Slughorn's office. Slughorn's lock clicked and I slithered inside. His monstrous snores filled the air and covered the sound of me riffling through his ingredient drawers. I snagged several bundles of Monkshood and lit up a cauldron. Following the instructions in my fathers book, I prodded and poked my Wolfsbane potion to life. Scooping it up in a vile, I set off for the whomping willow.
My lungs heaved for breath. I was outside the Immobile whomping willow, wolfsbane in one hand, wand in the other. I closed my eyes. This was it. I was about to see what I was like in wolf form. This wasn't going to be easy or pleasant, but what must come will come. I would have to face it in the end. (Who said this? Post it in the comment section if you think you know!) I took a deep breath and stepped into the Shrieking Shack.
In the corner of the room stood the most pitiful creature I had ever seen. It was a tall, virtually hairless wolf. But you could barley tell because of how many wounds were all over it's- MY- body. The little wolf howled in pain as it bit and scratched itself. I felt sick to my stomach.
Taking action before I spotted myself, and screamed, "Petrificus Totalus!!" The wolf's limbs snapped to its sides and it was still. I uncorked my potion and tipped the contents down its throat. The effect was instant. The little weewolf's wounds healed, its legs shrunk and it curled at my feet as a harmless wolf. "Finite." I murmered, and the wolf was freed. It tucked its tail behind its legs. I knew I couldn't get it back to it's human form until the effect wore off, but it could at least understand me. "Follow me. Please," I said. "It will explain everything. Just follow." The wolf got up and began to follow me. I draped the invisibility cloak over us and together we set off for the room of requirement.
We had arrived. Sky and Newt were already in the room. "What took you so long!??" said Skylar. "We were getting worried!!" she looked at the wolf at my feet. "Oh."
"Ok, lets do it." Said Newt. In unison, me Sky and Newt raised our wands to point at our past selves and murmered "Confundo!" The eyes of ourselves in miniature went glossy. We ran out of the room before they could recover, then Newt threw the time turner around us and we were being transported back to whence we came.