Disclaimer: Rowling is the brains, I am the copycat with an original twist. Just clarifying.
“The Potter boy with a time turner, Minerva! Can you imagine, you’d be putting the world in a devil’s hands, you’d risk something like that?!”
It was early morning, and a dead freezing cold was making its way onto the school grounds. McGonagall sported her emerald earmuffs and struggled her gloves onto her hands, as she looked Professor Kettleburn unnervingly in the eyes.
“I have my doubts Galen, I do have them, but the boy does indeed have proof that he needs one. In a situation as serious as this, I insist a time turner be granted to James Potter.”
Cold nosed and red faced, Kettleburn swelled, “Preposterous! I’ll take it to Dumbledore-”
“I already did, he said the matter was to be left to the head of the pupil’s house, that being me you know.” McGonagall said quickly, short of breath from the biting autumn air. “I’ve written, and Potter should be receiving it tomorrow morning. For heavens sake Galen, stop looking at me like that! It’s only for a few days, the boy will be monitored, have no fear.”
Kettleburn scratched gruffly at his whiskered chin, “Fear? My fear is that Potter’s little gang will get in on it, they always do! They’ve had you Minerva, sly Black got a hold of you with that angelic face did ‘e?”
McGonagall narrowed her eyes and ignored Kettlewell’s remark. “I’ve taught long enough to know when I’m being had, this is different!”
“They’re tricksters they are, they’ve got other plans in mind. Your judgment in this case is-”
“You doubt my judgment? Twenty years in this castle and you doubt my good sense! If you don’t remember properly, Tom Riddle was my-”
Kettleburn flushed slightly at the name, “No more Minerva, that’s past. Its just… time is a delicate thing, in the wrong hands it’s a danger. I don’t doubt you, only the boy.”
McGonagall nodded and took a sidelong glance back at the castle, noticing the hazy glow of a sunrise playing along the horizon. She took in a wavering breath and managed a faint smile.
Her voice was hoarse as she spoke, “Albus has seen dark days on the horizon for quite a while. Time is what we need more of, and that’s what Potter can give us.”
Kettleburn’s eyes widened, “But the Order-”
“Not here, Galen.” McGonagall ordered crisply.
A rooster sounded from the hills below, marking the day had begun. McGonagall gave Kettleburn one curt nod and departed, with more doubts than she had had before about the Potter boy and his true intent for the time turner.