A/N: Uh oh… don't murder me… I know I haven't finished my last story yet… cringes. Haha. Anyway… hope you all like this story, please review:D

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Chapter One– Time Turner

October 28, 2005

Voldemort has been gone for years now, and almost everyone has forgotten about the war. To most people it seems like something of the distant past, having no effect on present lives. But still there are some things to be remembered. Sirius Black is believed to be dead, though that hasn't been proven. Lily and James Potter were murdered by Voldemort. Dumbledore was murdered by Severus Snape. A lot would be different if Voldemort had been defeated earlier. And a lot would be better.

I'm Allison Black, daughter of Sarah and Sam Black, niece of Sirius Black. I'm in my fourth year at Hogwarts. I remember my uncle Sirius from when I was five. He came to visit when he could, but I never got a chance to know him very well because he kept having to hide from the Ministry. And then he disappeared, and everyone said he was dead. I don't believe it.

Right now I'm in the Gryffindor common room, working on homework.

"Allison, look!" my friend Rae says excitedly, shoving something under my nose.

I lean away from whatever she's holding so I can see it. It's a small hourglass on a necklace. "What is it?" I ask.

"A Time-Turner! They're being made again!"

I'm not nearly as excited as she is, but I say anyway, "Cool. What're you going to use it for?"

"Who knows, but it could be a lot of fun! My brother sent it to me." Rae's older brother works in the Department of Mysteries, so he would be one of the first to know if Time-Turners were being remade. "If you ever want to use it you can," she offers.

"Okay, thanks. I don't know what I'd need it for, though," I reply.

"That's okay, maybe you'll think of something. I'm probably gonna use it for a few pranks, and then no one would know it's me cause I'd be in another place at the same time!" she laughs. She doesn't usually think about consequences, only the fun. Surprisingly, though, she assures me, "Don't worry, I'll be careful so I don't mess up the past." I guess she does know that changing the past can be really dangerous.

I grin. "That's good." For a few minutes we're quiet while I work on homework, then I announce, "Finally, I'm done." I yawn. "I'm going to bed now. See you."

"Okay, see you later," Rae replies.

I go up to the dorm and get into bed. Soon I'm asleep, but my sleep is interrupted by dreams tonight.

I'm in a huge room with rows of stone seats rising up on every side… In the center is a platform with a pointed arch on top… A worn piece of cloth is fluttering in the arch, like there's a soft breeze, but there's no wind… A battle is going on around me, people fighting and shooting spells and curses at each other… but I'm not concerned with any of that… It's strangely silent… I'm standing near the arch, facing it… A man is fighting an evil-looking woman… The woman sends a curse at him… He stumbles and falls through the arch… He doesn't come out the other side… A boy is also watching… He's screaming something but I can't hear what… I try to move but I can't… I can't do anything but stand there, horrified… because I've been told what the arch does…

The next morning when I wake up, I don't feel very refreshed. Everyone else is gone, but at least it's Saturday so I didn't oversleep. I change into my robes and drag myself downstairs into the common room. Rae is chatting with some friends.

"Hi!" she calls when she sees me coming down the stairs.

"H—h—hi," I say through a yawn. Our other friends say hi too, and I repeat it back.

Rae laughs, "Still tired, huh? You've been sleeping a long time. It's almost lunch."

"How soon? I'm starving."

"It'll be ready by the time we get down there. Come on." She gets up, and I follow her along with our friends down to the Great Hall.

The owls bring people their mail. Soon after I overhear someone saying to their friend, "Why're they saying they don't know what happened to Black? He died. Can't they just accept it?"

"I know, they're so dumb," someone (I assume their friend) agreed. "I'm sick of hearing how they can't be completely sure what the Veil does. And anyway, it was a war. People die in wars. They just can't deal with that."

I'm really tense and can hardly keep myself from marching over and shouting in their faces that there's no proof he's dead. But I know I wouldn't have a good argument because I have no proof either. It brings back the feeling from my dream, that I'm powerless to do anything at all.

I stand up suddenly.

"Where are you going?" Rae asks.

"I'm not feeling good," is all I can think of to say. I force myself not to run as I make my way up to the dorm. I fling open the door and slam it shut again. On Rae's nightstand is the Time-Turner. I snatch it up, put it on, and turn it, counting so I'd get back to 1996, when Sirius fell through the arch…

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