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It has been two months since I slipped the potion to Harry and Ron. They tell me of the strange dreams they have about a black shadow being around me. I did some additional research around the potions that was slipped to the boys. The memory potion will only last as long as their memories are not triggered by something outside of the people in the memories.
The truth serum only lasted five hours. In that time I had asked Harry many of the questions I had always wanted to ask, but knew I would never get an honest answer. Many of the questions I asked ever Harry did not know answers to.
The key component I had to most of my questions was why? Why did the world have to be so corrupted with evil? Why do we hate? What cause everyone so much pain? And why is it that life has to be so hard? Are my questions ludicrous or am I apart of the common musing of the world? The world that is so corrupt and evil that lives in part to put down differences. That was unjust, unfair, and unbearable at times to live with.
I more I got to know Harry, I more I realized that he was like me. He too did not understand the world. He found at times that he felt the same way I did. He told me of his godfather, Sirius, who did fighting his cousin Bellatrix. I knew of her, she was my aunt. I never said anything about it.
I did eventually tell Heromine of what I did. At first, she was in shock, angry with me, but as time past, she began to see why I did what I did. I soon became Heromine’s rival in the classroom. I too sounded like I swallowed the textbook whole.
But, I knew that all this would not work for long and that Harry would recover his memories. But, missed in with his old memories that he had temporarily forgotten, he would have his new memories. I hoped that he would have enough to forgive me. But, I knew even when I made me plan that I would have to take the good with the bad. The bitter with the sweet.
When I looked back at what I did, years later, I realized that if things hadn’t been the way it was that I would have to sacrifice everything I had every stood for.
About three months after the potions, things began to fall apart around me. It was around Christmas time and I was up to my neck in studies. I was barely making it and I was taking several classes at once. So many that I had to use a Time-Turner to get my homework done and to sleep. But, while I was taking Ancient Runes, we ran across an item in class that I found of particular interest. A Time-Turner. This time-turner was very similar to my own and in more in-depth study, I found that there was a way to relive not only hours but also whole days. By finding a switch when the person in possession of the Time-Turner was in desperate need to fix a wrong, a mistake that should have never been made.
In my toughs of Harry, I felt my Time-Turner began to warm against my chest. I pulled out the Time-Turner still being alone and looked down at it. At the top of it was a button that hadn’t been there before. I began to see my opportunity. I pushed the glowing button and said to it September 1st.
There was a tube of red light that appeared in the common room. I was uncertain but I stepped in. There was a whoosh sound as the tube began to transfer me through time and space. It was the morning of September 1st and my mum was calling me down the steps to breakfast.
“Draco, Alexandria, hurry…breakfast is ready!!!!”
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