you raise me up || harry potter

chapter 67

»»————-　song:　————-««

inochi no namae 
(the name of life)

★ joe hisaishi, spirited away ★

❝ something you wouldn't recognize.
it's called love. ❞
- kamaji

♢ ♢ ♢

"I can't wait for my marks," Hermione sighed, bushy hair and robes splayed around her across the grass. 

Ron fiddled with a stick, levitating it with a murmured "Wingardium Leviosa" and lazily controlling its path with his wand. "Yeah, well, that makes one of us," he said. "I, for one, am not looking forward to getting screamed at by my mum."

Harry thought about the perfect score Snape had let slip, and held back a smile. He could only hope the rest of his exams had gone as successfully.

"If you had studied a bit more—" Hermione sniffed.

"Yeah? So where were you when I needed your help?" Ron challenged.

Hermione glared at his face, upside down, then turned over onto her stomach with her elbows propping her up. "I was busy," she muttered. "I... well, I have a confession to make."

Ron gave Harry a brief, questioning glance. Harry shrugged. He knew as much as Ron, which was nothing.

"You know how I was taking... a lot more classes than everyone else?" Hermione said, twirling a blade of grass around her fingers. 

Harry did indeed vaguely recall how overworked Hermione had been the entire year. But seeing as they were in completely different houses and completely different classes half the time, he hadn't really thought it odd. But Ron was already speaking.

"Yeah, you were driving me nuts this year," he said. "Seriously, Hermione, your timetable was messed up. How was that even possible? You had two classes at once! Were you self-studying or—"

"That's what I wanted to tell you guys," Hermione interrupted. "But you can't tell anyone... Here..." She fumbled with the collar of her robes, and carefully pulled a golden chain from under her shirt. Attached to it was a small hourglass. Harry had no idea what it was, but Ron let out a gasp. 

"Is that a Time Turner?" he sputtered.

"A what?" Harry looked between the two of them, and reached out to get a closer look at the hourglass before Hermione slapped his hand out of the way. 

"You can't touch it," she said. "It turns back time, you see."

"It... huh?"

Ron grabbed Harry's arm. "A Time Turner, Harry," he said, half excited, half in shock. "It turns back time, see! They're super restricted, and they're tightly regulated by the Ministry."

Harry nodded, thinking about how nice it was to have a friend who knew everything about the wizarding world, but didn't make fun of Harry for not knowing anything. Unlike a certain pureblood someone he knew. Then the significance of the object fully sank in. "Wait wait wait, come again? It turns back time?" 

Ron nodded in confirmation, eyes wide.

"So how did you get one?" Harry asked Hermione. 

"McGonagall," she said. "She wrote to the Ministry, wrote them all sorts of letters about how I'm a model student and that I deserve to have one to further my studies."