to midnight. Miss Granger, three turns should do It. Good luck." 

Dumbledore backed out of the room, closed the door, and took out his wand to magically lock it. Panicking, Harry, Hermione, and Amelia ran forward. Dumbledore looked up, and a wide smile appeared under the long silver mustache. "Well?" he said quietly.

 "We did it!" said Harry breathlessly. "Sirius has gone, on Buckbeak...." 

Dumbledore beamed at them.

 "Well done. I think --" He listened intently for any sound within the hospital wing. "Yes, I think you've gone too -- get inside -- I'll lock you in --" 

Harry Amelia and Hermione slipped back inside the dormitory. It was empty except for Ron, who was still lying motionless in the end bed Sharptooth asleep on his feet. As the lock clicked behind them, Harry, Hermione, and Amelia crept back to their own beds, Hermione tucking the Time-Turner back under her robes. A moment later, Madam Pomfrey came striding back out of her office. 

"Did I hear the headmaster leaving? Am I allowed to look after my patients now?" 

She was in a very bad mood. They thought it best to accept their chocolate quietly. Madam Pomfrey stood over them, making sure they ate it. But Harry could hardly swallow. He, Hermione, and Amelia were waiting, listening, their nerves jangling.... And then, as they took a fourth piece of chocolate from Madam Pomfrey, they heard a distant roar of fury echoing from somewhere above them.... 

"What was that?" said Madam Pomfrey in alarm. 

Now they could hear angry voices, growing louder and louder. Madam Pomfrey was staring at the door. 

"Really -- they'll wake everybody up! What do they think they're doing?" 

"Something stupid," said Amelia, her mouth full.

Harry was trying to hear what the voices were saying. They were drawing nearer --