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  Harry moved his head over on the pillow. In the bed to his right lay Hermione. Moonlight was falling across her bed. Her eyes were open, too. She looked petrified, and when she saw that Harry was awake, pressed a finger to her lips, then pointed to the hospital-wing door. It was ajar, and the voices of Cornelius Fudge and Snape were coming through it from the corridor outside.

  Madam Pomfrey now came walking briskly up the dark ward to Harry’s bed. He turned to look at her. She was carrying the largest block of chocolate he had ever seen in his life. It looked like a small boulder.

  ‘Ah, you’re awake!’ she said briskly. She placed the chocolate on Harry’s bedside table and began breaking it apart with a small hammer.

  ‘How’s Ron?’ said Harry and Hermione together.

  ‘He’ll live,’ said Madam Pomfrey grimly. ‘As for you two … you’ll be staying here until I’m satisfied you’re – Potter, what do you think you’re doing?’

  Harry was sitting up, putting his glasses back on and picking up his wand.

  ‘I need to see the Headmaster,’ he said.

  ‘Potter,’ said Madam Pomfrey soothingly, ‘it’s all right. They’ve got Black. He’s locked away upstairs. The Dementors will be performing the Kiss any moment now –’

  ‘WHAT?’

  Harry jumped up out of bed; Hermione had done the same. But his shout had been heard in the corridor outside; next second, Cornelius Fudge and Snape had entered the ward.

  ‘Harry, Harry, what’s this?’ said Fudge, looking agitated. ‘You should be in bed – has he had any chocolate?’ he asked Madam Pomfrey anxiously.

  ‘Minister, listen!’ Harry said. ‘Sirius Black’s innocent! Peter Pettigrew faked his own death! We saw him tonight! You can’t let the Dementors do that thing to Sirius, he’s –’

  But Fudge was shaking his head with a small smile on his face.

  ‘Harry, Harry, you’re very confused, you’ve been through a dreadful ordeal, lie back down, now, we’ve got everything under control …’

  ‘YOU HAVEN’T!’ Harry yelled. ‘YOU’VE GOT THE WRONG MAN!’

  ‘Minister, listen, please,’ Hermione said; she had hurried to Harry’s side and was gazing imploringly into Fudge’s face. ‘I saw him, too. It was Ron’s rat, he’s an Animagus, Pettigrew, I mean, and –’

  ‘You see, Minister?’ said Snape. ‘Confunded, both of them … Black’s done a very good job on them …’

  ‘WE’RE NOT CONFUNDED!’ Harry roared.

  ‘Minister! Professor!’ said Madam Pomfrey angrily. ‘I must insist that you leave. Potter is my patient, and he should not be distressed!’

  ‘I’m not distressed, I’m trying to tell them what happened!’ Harry said furiously. ‘If they’d just listen –’

  But Madam Pomfrey suddenly stuffed a large chunk of chocolate into Harry’s mouth. He choked, and she seized the opportunity to force him back onto the bed.

  ‘Now, please, Minister, these children need care. Please leave –’

  The door opened again. It was Dumbledore. Harry swallowed his mouthful of chocolate with great difficulty, and got up again.

  ‘Professor Dumbledore, Sirius Black –’

  ‘For heaven’s sake!’ said Madam Pomfrey hysterically. ‘Is this a hospital wing or not? Headmaster, I must insist –’

  ‘My apologies, Poppy, but I need a word with Mr Potter and Miss Granger,’ said Dumbledore calmly. ‘I have just been talking to Sirius Black –’

  ‘I suppose he’s told you the same fairy tale he’s planted in Potter’s mind?’ spat Snape. ‘Something about a rat, and Pettigrew being alive –’

  ‘That, indeed, is Black’s story,’ said Dumbledore, surveying Snape closely through his half-moon spectacles.

  ‘And does my evidence count for nothing?’ snarled Snape. ‘Peter Pettigrew was not in the Shrieking Shack, nor did I see any sign of him in the grounds.’

  ‘That was because you were knocked out, Professor!’ said Hermione earnestly. ‘You didn’t arrive in time to hear –’

  ‘Miss Granger, HOLD YOUR TONGUE!’

  ‘Now, Snape,’ said Fudge, startled, ‘the young lady is disturbed in her mind, we must make allowances –’

  ‘I would like to speak to Harry and Hermione alone,’ said Dumbledore abruptly. ‘Cornelius, Severus, Poppy – please leave us.’

  ‘Headmaster!’ spluttered Madam Pomfrey. ‘They need treatment, they need rest –’

  ‘This cannot wait,’ said Dumbledore. ‘I must insist.’

  Madam Pomfrey pursed her lips and strode away into her office at the end of the ward, slamming the door behind her. Fudge consulted the large gold pocket watch dangling from his waistcoat.

  ‘The Dementors should have arrived by now,’ he said. ‘I’ll go and meet them. Dumbledore, I’ll see you upstairs.’

  He crossed to the door and held it open for Snape, but Snape hadn’t moved.

  ‘You surely don’t believe a word of Black’s story?’ Snape whispered, his eyes fixed on Dumbledore’s face.

  ‘I wish to speak to Harry and Hermione alone,’ Dumbledore repeated.

  Snape took a step towards Dumbledore.

  ‘Sirius Black showed he was capable of murder at the age of sixteen,’ he breathed. ‘You haven’t forgotten that, Headmaster? You haven’t forgotten that he once tried to kill me?’

  ‘My memory is as good as it ever was, Severus,’ said Dumbledore quietly.

  Snape turned on his heel and marched through the door Fudge was still holding. It closed behind them and Dumbledore turned to Harry and Hermione. They both burst into speech at the same time.

  ‘Professor, Black’s telling the truth – we saw Pettigrew –’

  ‘– he escaped when Professor Lupin turned into a werewolf –’

  ‘– he’s a rat –’

  ‘– Pettigrew’s front paw, I mean, finger, he cut it off –’

  ‘– Pettigrew attacked Ron, it wasn’t Sirius –’

  But Dumbledore held up his hand to stem the flood of explanations.

  ‘It is your turn to listen, and I beg you will not interrupt me, because there is very little time,’ he said quietly. ‘There is not a shred of proof to support Black’s story, except your word – and the word of two thirteen-year-old wizards will not convince anybody. A street full of eye-witnesses swore they saw Sirius murder Pettigrew. I myself gave evidence to the Ministry that Sirius had been the Potters’ Secret Keeper.’

  ‘Professor Lupin can tell you –’ Harry said, unable to stop himself.

  ‘Professor Lupin is currently deep in the Forest, unable to tell anyone anything. By the time he is human again, it will be too late, Sirius will be worse than dead. I might add that werewolves are so mistrusted by most of our kind that his support will count for very little – and the fact that he and Sirius are old friends –’

  ‘But –’

  ‘Listen to me, Harry. It is too late, you understand me? You must see that Professor Snape’s version of events is far more convincing than yours.’

  ‘He hates Sirius,’ Hermione said desperately. ‘All because of some stupid trick Sirius played on him –’

  ‘Sirius has not acted like an innocent man. The attack on the Fat Lady – entering Gryffindor Tower with a knife – without Pettigrew, alive or dead, we have no chance of overturning Sirius’ sentence.’

  ‘But you believe us.’

  ‘Yes, I do,’ said Dumbledore quietly. ‘But I have no power to make other men see the truth, or to overrule the Minister for Magic …’

  Harry stared up into the grave face and felt as though the ground beneath him was falling sharply away. He had grown used to the idea that Dumbledore could solve anything. He had expected Dumbledore to pull some amazing solution out of the air. But no … their last hope was gone.

  ‘What we need,’ said Dumbledore slowly, and his light-blue eyes moved from Harry to Hermione, ‘is more time.’

  ‘But –’ Hermione began. And then her eyes became very round. ‘OH!
’

  ‘Now, pay attention,’ said Dumbledore, speaking very low, and very clearly. ‘Sirius is locked in Professor Flitwick’s office on the seventh floor. Thirteenth window from the right of the West Tower. If all goes well, you will be able to save more than one innocent life tonight. But remember this, both of you. You must not be seen. Miss Granger, you know the law – you know what is at stake … you – must – not – be – seen.’

  Harry didn’t have a clue what was going on. Dumbledore had turned on his heel and looked back as he reached the door.

  ‘I am going to lock you in. It is –’ he consulted his watch, ‘five minutes to midnight. Miss Granger, three turns should do it. Good luck.’

  ‘Good luck?’ Harry repeated, as the door closed behind Dumbledore. ‘Three turns? What’s he talking about? What are we supposed to do?’

  But Hermione was fumbling with the neck of her robes, pulling from beneath them a very long, very fine gold chain.

  ‘Harry, come here,’ she said urgently. ‘Quick!’

  Harry moved towards her, completely bewildered. She was holding the chain out. He saw a tiny, sparkling hour-glass hanging from it.

  ‘Here –’

  She had thrown the chain around his neck, too.

  ‘Ready?’ she said breathlessly.

  ‘What are we doing?’ Harry said, completely lost.

  Hermione turned the hour-glass over three times.

  The dark ward dissolved. Harry had the sensation that he was flying, very fast, backwards. A blur of colours and shapes rushed past him; his ears were pounding. He tried to yell but couldn’t hear his own voice –

  And then he felt solid ground beneath his feet, and everything came into focus again –

  He was standing next to Hermione in the deserted Entrance Hall and a stream of golden sunlight was falling across the paved floor from the open front doors. He looked wildly around at Hermione, the chain of the hour-glass cutting into his neck.

  ‘Hermione, what –?’

  ‘In here!’ Hermione seized Harry’s arm and dragged him across the hall to the door of a broom cupboard; she opened it, pushed him inside amongst the buckets and mops, followed him in, then slammed the door behind them.

  ‘What – how – Hermione, what happened?’

  ‘We’ve gone back in time,’ Hermione whispered, lifting the chain off Harry’s neck in the darkness. ‘Three hours back …’

  Harry found his own leg and gave it a very hard pinch. It hurt a lot, which seemed to rule out the possibility that he was having a very bizarre dream.

  ‘But –’

  ‘Shh! Listen! Someone’s coming! I think – I think it might be us!’

  Hermione had her ear pressed against the cupboard door.

  ‘Footsteps across the hall … yes, I think it’s us going down to Hagrid’s!’

  ‘Are you telling me,’ Harry whispered, ‘that we’re here in this cupboard and we’re out there, too?’

  ‘Yes,’ said Hermione, her ear still glued to the cupboard door. ‘I’m sure it’s us … it doesn’t sound like more than three people … and we’re walking slowly because we’re under the Invisibility Cloak –’

  She broke off, still listening intently.

  ‘We’ve gone down the front steps …’

  Hermione sat down on an upturned bucket; looking desperately anxious, Harry wanted a few questions answered.

  ‘Where did you get that hourglass thing?’

  ‘It’s called a Time-Turner,’ Hermione whispered, ‘and I got it from Professor McGonagall on our first day back. I’ve been using it all year to get to all my lessons. Professor McGonagall made me swear I wouldn’t tell anyone. She had to write all sorts of letters to the Ministry of Magic so I could have one. She had to tell them that I was a model student, and that I’d never, ever use it for anything except my studies … I’ve been turning it back so I could do hours over again, that’s how I’ve been doing several lessons at once, see? But …

  ‘Harry, I don’t understand what Dumbledore wants us to do. Why did he tell us to go back three hours? How’s that going to help Sirius?’

  Harry stared at her shadowy face.

  ‘There must be something that happened around now he wants us to change,’ he said slowly. ‘What happened? We were walking down to Hagrid’s three hours ago …’

  ‘This is three hours ago, and we are walking down to Hagrid’s,’ said Hermione. ‘We just heard ourselves leaving …’

  Harry frowned; he felt as though he was screwing up his whole brain in concentration.

  ‘Dumbledore just said – just said we could save more than one innocent life …’ And then it hit him. ‘Hermione, we’re going to save Buckbeak!’

  ‘But – how will that help Sirius?’

  ‘Dumbledore said – he just told us where the window is – the window of Flitwick’s office! Where they’ve got Sirius locked up! We’ve got to fly Buckbeak up to the window and rescue Sirius! Sirius can escape on Buckbeak – they can escape together!’

  From what Harry could see of Hermione’s face, she looked terrified.

  ‘If we manage that without being seen, it’ll be a miracle!’

  ‘Well, we’ve got to try, haven’t we?’ said Harry. He stood up and pressed his own ear against the door.

  ‘Doesn’t sound like anyone’s there … come on, let’s go …’

  Harry pushed the cupboard door open. The Entrance Hall was deserted. As quietly and quickly as they could, they darted out of the cupboard and down the stone steps. The shadows were already lengthening, the tops of the trees in the Forbidden Forest gilded once more with gold.

  ‘If anyone’s looking out of the window –’ Hermione squeaked, looking up at the castle behind them.

  ‘We’ll run for it,’ said Harry determinedly. ‘Straight into the Forest, all right? We’ll have to hide behind a tree or something and keep a lookout –’

  ‘OK, but we’ll go round by the greenhouses!’ said Hermione breathlessly. ‘We need to keep out of sight of Hagrid’s front door, or we’ll see us! We must be nearly at Hagrid’s by now!’

  Still working out what she meant, Harry set off at a sprint, Hermione behind him. They tore across the vegetable gardens to the greenhouses, paused for a moment behind them, then set off again, fast as they could, skirting around the Whomping Willow, tearing towards the shelter of the Forest …

  Safe in the shadows of the trees, Harry turned around; seconds later, Hermione arrived beside him, panting.

  ‘Right,’ she gasped, ‘we need to sneak over to Hagrid’s. Keep out of sight, Harry …’

  They made their way silently through the trees, keeping to the very edge of the Forest. Then, as they glimpsed the front of Hagrid’s house, they heard a knock upon his door. They moved quickly behind a wide oak trunk and peered out from either side. Hagrid had appeared in his doorway, shaking and white, looking around to see who had knocked. And Harry heard his own voice.

  ‘It’s us. We’re wearing the Invisibility Cloak. Let us in and we can take it off.’

  ‘Yeh shouldn’ve come!’ Hagrid whispered. He stood back, then shut the door quickly.

  ‘This is the weirdest thing we’ve ever done,’ Harry said fervently.

  ‘Let’s move along a bit,’ Hermione whispered. ‘We need to get nearer to Buckbeak!’

  They crept through the trees until they saw the nervous Hippogriff, tethered to the fence around Hagrid’s pumpkin patch.

  ‘Now?’ Harry whispered.

  ‘No!’ said Hermione. ‘If we steal him now, those Committee people will think Hagrid set him free! We’ve got to wait until they’ve seen he’s tied outside!’

  ‘That’s going to give us about sixty seconds,’ said Harry. This was starting to seem impossible.

  At that moment, there was a crash of breaking china from inside Hagrid’s cabin.

  ‘That’s Hagrid breaking the milk jug,’ Hermione whispered. ‘I’m going to find Scabbers in a moment –’

  Sure
enough, a few minutes later, they heard Hermione’s shriek of surprise.

  ‘Hermione,’ said Harry suddenly, ‘what if we – we just run in there, and grab Pettigrew –’

  ‘No!’ said Hermione in a terrified whisper. ‘Don’t you understand? We’re breaking one of the most important wizarding laws! Nobody’s supposed to change time, nobody! You heard Dumbledore, if we’re seen –’

  ‘We’d only be seen by ourselves and Hagrid!’

  ‘Harry, what do you think you’d do if you saw yourself bursting into Hagrid’s house?’ said Hermione.

  ‘I’d – I’d think I’d gone mad,’ said Harry, ‘or I’d think there was some Dark Magic going on –’

  ‘Exactly! You wouldn’t understand, you might even attack yourself! Don’t you see? Professor McGonagall told me what awful things have happened when wizards have meddled with time … loads of them ended up killing their past or future selves by mistake!’

  ‘OK!’ said Harry. ‘It was just an idea, I just thought –’

  But Hermione nudged him, and pointed towards the castle. Harry moved his head a few inches to get a clear view of the distant front doors. Dumbledore, Fudge, the old Committee member and Macnair the executioner were coming down the steps.

  ‘We’re about to come out!’ Hermione breathed.

  And sure enough, moments later, Hagrid’s back door opened, and Harry saw himself, Ron and Hermione walking out of it with Hagrid. It was, without a doubt, the strangest sensation of his life, standing behind the tree, and watching himself in the pumpkin patch.

  ‘It’s OK, Beaky, it’s OK …’ Hagrid said to Buckbeak. Then he turned to Harry, Ron and Hermione. ‘Go on. Get goin’.’

  ‘Hagrid, we can’t –’

  ‘We’ll tell them what really happened –’

  ‘They can’t kill him –’

  ‘Go! It’s bad enough without you lot in trouble an’ all!’

  Harry watched the Hermione in the pumpkin patch throw the Invisibility Cloak over himself and Ron.

  ‘Go quick. Don’ listen …’

  There was a knock on Hagrid’s front door. The execution party had arrived. Hagrid turned around and headed back into his cabin, leaving the back door ajar. Harry watched the grass flatten in patches all around the cabin and heard three pairs of feet retreating. He, Ron and Hermione had gone … but the Harry and Hermione hidden in the trees could now hear what was happening inside the cabin through the back door.