Trouble with Time

Albus, Scorpius, Rose, and their new friend Vivian get ahold of another time turner, but this time they know what to do with it. But when the Minister of Magic (AKA Hermione) experiments with it, everyone in the time that they are in transports back to the medival time period for wizards. THe foursome have to find a way to get back to their own time, while discovering a troublesome secret about the fourth house of Hogwarts that may change their lives forever.


1. Trouble in the Making

It was cold and dark. A tall man wearing shining green robes walked up a narrow pathway to an unlighted manor. The swish of his cloak and the tap of his boots caused bats to fly out of the trees around him, their fluttering wings making echoing noises in the crisp of the night. This stranger, as I am wont to call him, wore an expression of deepest regret as he knocked on the door of the manor. Something in his long, narrow face held an authority of power- a power that I myself suspect he misused.

Who am I? you ask. That I can tell you. I am a time spirit, who flits in and out through the very realms of time gathering information and stories. But enough about me, let's get back to our pressing stranger.

The stranger knocked again on the door, the first time having been given not an answer. On his third knock the door was flung open by a thin figure cloaked in white.

"Who are you?" she asked in a wispy silvery voice.

"I think you know." the woman's eyes widened in surprise.

"Come in. We have much to discuss."  The stranger stepped inside the bare manor, the only light shining from the woman's silvery cloak. She threw back her hood and underneath was a face of pale beauty. A face of rose-leaf complexion with deep silver hair, which did not make her look elderly in the least. ON the contrary, it made her look so young and vibrant, the stranger felt himself in the presence of something not exactly natural.

"Hedelle. How, shall we say, lovely to see you." said the stranger, bowing cordially.

"I can't say the same for you." said the woman coldly. "Is it true of the rumors?"

"Unfortunately, yes. I have wronged."

"Oh, you!" cried Hadelle, sitting down on a chair in distress. "I knew you would turn out this way... Oh, if your mother could see you now!"

"SHe can't, because she's dead." said the stranger, with equal coldness.

"Well, what do you expect me to do about it?" she asked sarcastically. "As you know, I am no witch."

"I think you are." said the stranger, growing excited. "You make yourself out to be a Squib, but I assure you, you are not." The woman grew afraid.

"Why would you say such a thing?" she asked.

"Because I have been watching you, Hadelle, for longer than you could remember." said the stranger, a sneer blooming on his chiseled features.

'You have?" she asked again, inching away from him.

"I saw what you've been doing, and you must hand it over before I hand you over to the Order of Magic. Do it, Hadelle, and save yourself a lot of pain."

"No!" cried Hadelle, staring at the stranger. "My life's work!"

"Will you not give it to me?" asked the stranger.

"No." said Hadelle calmly.

"Well, then I have no choice." said the stranger withdrawing his wand.


"You work for me now." And he let out a high, menacing cackle as the woman's eyes glazed over and she became victim to his curse. But before the curse fully took over a look of pleading appeared on her face. The stranger looked at it, but waved it aside. Now was time to strike.

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