[Recap? I've been on vacation and am responding from my phone.]

Conny brushed his bangs away, trying to concentrate on his homework. All the first years were laughing while he was trying to work. He sighed, and continued. Conny loved doing transfiguration, but homework was bad in any subject to him. Conny started daydreaming about adventure and evil wizards. Oh, how much Conny wanted adventure! He wanted to go outside, and fight the bad until he grew old and withered. Conny sighed once more, and went along with his oh, so boring homework. 

I stand in the hallway, alone. Or at least I hope I am alone. The afternoon light floods through the window as a state down at the time turner that I hold with trembling fingers, the acidic manticore blood stinging my skin as a pour it in. I wish that I could take this thing and throw it off the top of the highest tower. I wish Dumbledore could get somebody else to do this for him. But I am the first and last chance that we have. I am the wrinkle in time, and I must help. I remember the night in his office last year. When I "stole" the time turner. 

The dark lord will rise again. He is coming. And either Voldemort, or Harry will die. 

I know...

We must know the outcome. The fate of all magic, of all civilization depends on it. We must take a peek at the end of the book, to know what will happen.  

That's impossible. Not even a seer like Professor Trelawny can make that kind of prediction. 

Not a seer. But you can. 

Me?

You know of the time turner Miss Silvereye? 

Those little devices that rewind time? Of course I do. But they're extremely dangerous.

Did you know that they work forwards as well? I will be in my office... I cannot give you a time turner, but I strongly encourage you to... Indulge your rule breaking tendencies. My back is turned, but understand, if caught here or in the future, I cannot help you. Something dark is coming at Hogwarts, and it is coming quickly. I encourage you to take a peak. 

Araxie ran down the hall, gasping. The dementors were in the classroom!

She gasped as the happiness was sucked out of her. "EXPECTO PATRONUS!" she screamed, as a bobcat leapt from her wand. 

Question, this just hit me. Is this during or after Harry?

Annalise ~

I ran down the path, my arm still bandaged and sore. Dementors had infiltrated the grounds, and were in the Herbology classroom. First years ran up past me toward the castle, looks of utter fright on their faces. Some of the dementors had since left the Herbology classroom, and were headed toward the castle. I froze in my tracks. The air temperature began to drop the closer they came.

I have to protect these kids.

Hand shaking, I drew my wand. 

"EXPECTO PATRONUS!" I shouted. A huge, shimmering hawk soared from my wand, flapping it's wings as a shield against the dementors. The dementors haulted, moving back looking to find a break in my patronus as I backed up toward the castle, my mind racing. I saw another flash of light, and new someone else had cast a patronus down at the Herbology classroom. I walked forward, my wand held high, driving the dementors back, and slowly made my way toward the Herbology classroom. There was evidently something there they wanted, and whoever was in there would need help.

After Harry? Ok. Ignore my last post. 

Bartelby~

I watched as Araxie ran off down the hallway. What was she doing? Then I heard screams. Some were probably first years. Were they running, perhaps, from that manticore? I decided to open the door. It was not the manticore. I tried to shut the door, but streams of dementors flooded out anyway.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" A huge woodchuck flew out of my wand and barrled into the wall, exploding most of the dementors. I closed my eyes and expected to hear more screaming, but I hear clapping instead. I open my eyes and see professer Flitwick standing in front of me.

"Wonderful patronus, Bartelby! 20 points to hufflepuff!" 

I sit in the corridor alone, the golden afternoon light filtering through the window. I've just come back from our first quidditch game of the season, which we won against Ravenclaw, but I didn't feel much like celebrating. McGonagall was in such a good mood she gave me 20 points for "sheer spunk" as she called it. But right now, I just want to practice my Patronus. It's rather easy for me, at this point. As the daughter of two Aurors, I was born an expert spell caster, but the Patronus was one of my first. When I was five, a stray dementor invaded my home, but both my parents were gone. He said he was looking for Sirius Black. Luckily I was able to produce a Patronus, a fiery phoenix, and defend myself until my parents got home. But whenever I cast a Patronus, I always remember the courage that overwhelmed me on that day. 

The hallway is quiet, but as I lift my ebony wand, my hands are trembling. I should have gone to the room of requirement. It's too late for that, however.

" Expecto patronum!"

A Phoenix bursts from my wand the elegant yet almost fearsome looking bird souring around the room until it finally disappears into wisps of light.

" I've never seen a Phoenix patronus before." someone behind me says. I whirl, but find it is only Professor Granger.

" That's because there never has been one before. My father checked- as far has it has been recorded for the past 2000 years, no one has ever had a patronus of a magical creature like a Phoenix. Yours is an otter, right, Professor Granger?" 

" Yes. I remember when when I was learning the Patronus myself. I was in my fifth year. You must be a very clever witch to have mastered such a spell already."

" Not really. The patronus was one of the first spells I learned. Both my parents are aurors, you see. Perhaps you know them?"

" What are their names."

" Luna and Neville... They've had to have so many aliases that our last name has changed beyond recognition. They finally just let me pick my own last name. But my father is looking into becoming a professor at Hogwarts. "

" You're Luna's daughter? My child... Now I can see, you have her eyes."

" My father says that too. But professor Granger, how do you know them."

" We fought so many battles together that they became as close to me as brothers as sisters. You must send them my love. Tell them that Hermione is keeping an eye on you..."