"I'll follow you anywhere Harry!" she said with a sigh and grabbed his other arm. "It's just a terrible idea."
"Kind of like riding a dragon out of Gringotts?" Ron asked.
Harry thought he knew how it worked, a turn for each hour. He turned five perfectly.
"Harry, wait!" Hermione grabbed his arm; he was unable to complete the sixth turn.
They were frozen in time. They stood there for what felt like an eternity, watching the world move backwards around them. They stood in a swirl of colours and people walking around them unseeing. Sometimes a witch or wizard would pass right through them. Eventually, time slowed down. The swirling stopped, and they were once again in the Ministry of Magic. Everything was quiet.
"Harry, this Time-Turner doesn't go back hours!" Hermione cried exasperatedly. "Look at the date!"
Harry glanced at the ancient Time-Turner: it was large and ornate, apart from that it looked like a simple egg timer, sand trickled gently from top to bottom. Along to the top was a date: 'August thirtieth 1943'. The Time-Turner had not gone back for hours, just like Hermione had said. What was more worrying was that it had gone back decades.