Unexpected

Chapter Eighty One: Folded

Harry's world turned upside down two days before Christmas Eve.

He was searching through his wardrobe a couple of minuets before breakfast, a towel rapped around his torso as he searched for a suitable outfit for the day when he noticed that his trousers were folded neatly and kept in a corner.

Harry smiled, looking back at Fleur. "Thanks for folding my clothes." He said, before turning back to look at his clothes.

"Huh?" Harry's girlfriend's tone was surprised. "I didn't fold any clothes. Did you want me to?" She demanded, sounding puzzled.

Harry paused, turning around to look at her. "You didn't?" He asked, baffled. Fleur shook her head, a few strands of silver hair falling in front of her eyes. "Nope," She replied, staring at him curiously. "Why? What's the matter?"

Harry opened the wardrobe wider, pointing towards his bottoms. "Its just-I don't know. I don't remember folding any of them. I thought you folded them or something."

Fleur shook her head, getting up from their bed. "No, I didn't," She spoke in a confused tone, her bright eyes cautious. She walked towards Harry and peeked inside the wardrobe. "My clothes appear untouched." She pointed out, frowning. 

Harry frowned as well, noticing that his shirts looked neater as well. "Did someone come in the room last night?" He demanded, picking out a random shirt and examining it curiously.

Fleur shook her head, crossing her arms. "I don't think so. I mean, I was asleep, so I can't be sure." She spoke, shrugging.

Harry nodded, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Maybe someone did. I'll ask James." He mumbled, looking back at Fleur.

Fleur nodded, shooting him a small smile. "Maybe you should go through your things once more. I'm sure no one's stolen anything, but just in case."

Harry nodded, counting his tops and bottoms. "My clothes all appear to be here," He said, before counting his socks and nodding again. "Socks as well."

"What about your-er-purse?" Fleur asked, raising an eyebrow.

Harry hesitated for a moment, before noticing the tiny bag in the corner of his and Fleur's wardrobe and nodding. "There," He said, before taking it out. "Its here too." 

"Open it up." Fleur suggested, shrugging.

Harry looked back at the bag once again, before opening it and peeking inside. "The paper's there too," He muttered, frowning. "Nothing's taken. I wonder why someone would want to peek inside my clothes."

"I think its-" Fleur broke off, frowning. "What about your time turner?"

Harry looked up at her, shocked. "What about it?" He demanded, confused.

Fleur pushed past him towards the wardrobe, ruffling through his clothes until she found the small bag inside which Harry kept his most prized possession. "You haven't opened it since the first day you came here, have you?" 

Harry shook his head, reaching forwards to take the gadget from her hand. "No," He replied, opening the bag. "I just carry it along with myself, just in-" He broke off, suddenly feeling cold.

He examined the little magical gadget in his hands, his brain unwilling to understand what his eyes saw. "What is it-" Fleur begun, but sucked in a surprised breath when she saw what he was seeing. 

The time turner was broken.