PRESENT GRANGER: They allowed me to visit Sirius Black once. I didn't stay long; as soon as I entered the house, I felt nervous from all the anti-suicide jinxes working on my mind... They used to say that releasing someone from Azkaban was a death sentence... {pause} And what of the other person, Pettigrew, the one I'd put in Azkaban? Every new thing I learned about the place made me feel sicker about what I'd done. As a rat, he had been free, harming no one. Now he was having every happy thought sucked out of him... I had thought I was doing the right thing by turning him over to the law. But if those who enforce the law would not provide justice, who would? {pause} My father used to say, "if you want a thing done right, do it yourself." {pause} So my impulse to enter Auror training became a plan, with an uncertain path but a clear destination. With the Time-Twister, I told myself, I would not need to delay long before I could begin... What would have been my third and fourth years became the rest of my stay at Hogwarts.
A single large image: Granger, surrounded by the spiral arms of the glowing Time-Twister, much like on [TW: gore] page 45. Granger is performing many tasks at once – ze is reading a book, writing on a parchment with one hand, holding zir wand in the other hand and using it to levitate the book and parchment, conjuring a fire to boil a potion that is overseen by Professor Snape, and transfiguring a pincushion into a hedgehog for Professor McGonagall.
PRESENT GRANGER: How much damage did I do, I wonder? Ever since the research came out, I have been plagued with thoughts of all the hours I took... Hours to study, when I could have worked harder in the time I had... Hours to rest – did I really need that rest more than the fabric of time needed to be whole? I was haunted by the story of the investigator who had picked up a shard of Voldemort's destroyed Time-Twister, and reappeared four years later... minus a few limbs, which waited six years instead...