the_debt_of_time

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," he whispered and watched as the map
opened before his eyes. He saw Minerva pacing in the headmistress's office, no doubt going
over lists of things to do before students began arriving in just over a month. Slughorn was
in his chambers in the dungeons, Pomona in the greenhouses, Filius in his office, Filch in
the kitchens, and Poppy was in the infirmary—very likely stocking up on potions regardless
of the late hour.
The halls and classrooms were empty.
Remus moved swiftly, a part of him wishing that he had brought the Invisibility
Cloak with him as well, but he figured that Harry would notice that missing before the map.
As an Auror, even in training, he would be more likely to use it than a visual aid of
Hogwarts.
Remus wondered how Sirius was doing with the conversation he had planned on
having with Harry.
He quickly made his way through the halls and toward the old Defence classroom
where he had charmed the Time-Turner to Portkey Mia. It was a risk, of course, sending
her to Hogwarts, but as Mia informed Remus long ago, the Defence classroom was where
she had arrived in 1971. After considerable thought, he decided it would be easier to keep
the same Portkey destination for both trips to avoid any potential problems.
Opening the door and closing it behind him, Remus moved aside the desks and
chairs in the middle of the room, just in case. He stepped up to the old desk—his old
desk—and sat down on the edge of it, staring with anxiety and anticipation into the empty
space in the middle of the room, willing it to be filled as quickly as possible. He glanced
down at the pocket watch that had belonged to his father, noting the time and swallowing
hard as his eyes turned back up toward the centre of the room as it was suddenly engulfed
in a bright blue light.