Forth to the Past

(disclaimer) Do not own HP, though operation build a time machine and go into the past is under works ;)

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The sweat trickled down the base of her spine, forming a small pool at the top of her butt. She shivered, squeezing her eyes shut. Images of Dorothy clicking her heels together and wishing for no place like home flooded into her mind, but there would be no escape this time. Voldemort had been defeated at the graion ion ceremony in their seventh year, Neville being the only one who had actually died... Poor Neville, showing at the last the Gryffindor pride and courage, as he finally realized that the prophecy had not been written in stone, and that in order for Voldemort to die, either he or Harry had to perish as well. Harry had been more than willing, had been set to sacrifice himself, but poor Neville, he would hear none of it. And so it would be written, that the Boy-Who-Lived continued to do just so, live, for the time being...

It was not meant to end like this though... The death of Voldemort should have brought forth a new era in the wizarding world, but instead it had plunged into darkness and chaos. For every Death Eater that was destroyed, so to did the spark of one of those on the Light diminish... An eye for an eye, an arm for an arm, and she had watched, watched in horror as those closest to her had perished, and now, it all seemed worthless, a pathetic cause, for what was living if one did not have friends to live with.

She shuffled slowly, eyes darting into the open space, checking. A small whimper escaped her throat as the still frame of Draco lay sprawled in his own blood reminded her that yet another friend dead. Oh, Draco... Not Malfoy, for he had proven himself, and although the respect that followed had taken years to build, respect their was.

He had been the last... or rather she was, the last of the Order.

\"Come out come out where ever you are...\" echoed down the corridor, seeking to find her in her hiding spot. \"Filthy little mudblood... You don\'t stand a chance... not a chance in hell... You are alone, oh so alone... Snuff you out, and all shall perish...\" Her eyes slowly closed, as she sought to steady her breathing.

‘Think, think!\' but in all reality, their was no possible future for her, not here... ‘Do I dare...? Should I?\' Her fingers went into herket,ket, clutching the device wi. I. It had been a last gift from Albus... ‘Remember\' he had said ‘and use this gift only when all light fails... Not before, never!\' And she had furrowed her brow, looking at him ‘I don\'t understand...\' ‘You will\' he stated, before he had left, gone to sacrifice himself so the others could live.

‘He knew, damn him, The bloody git had known!\' A flash of anger surged through her, as her brilliant mind went back, back to the time at Hogwarts, seeking fomr offering to just how the bloody hell he knew... Nothing out of the ordinary caught her attention as she quickly sought for something strange... No, each year had its steady rhythms, its attempts to kill Voldemort, and his escaping... until their last, and like clockwork, since her first, a new professor had taught DADA, first Quirrell, then Lockhart, Remus.. Dear Remus, followed by Moody, Umbridge, Crispus and ... Now her mind stopped... Her seventh year... as she huddled here, her seventh year grew cloudy, as if draining away from her.

‘What is going on... The pressure.. yes, that\'s what it was...\' Hurley, yes, the man with the scottish accent, and jovial... well, everything had been rather big. Why, she remembered... No.. actually. She paused, her heart in her throat. A female, tall, and slender, towering really, had been their last, a weird name... but no... Confusion spread its thick cloak upon her bright mind, until she hissed in pain.

Footsteps coming down the hall broke her from her silent ponderings, as her breath stilled. Her hand clenched upon the aged shaft of her wand before releasing it, and without a second through, her clicked the switch, rewinding the time turner backwards... Once, two, three... on and on, mentally tabulating, before drawing in a ragged breath, as the world became dark around her, pulling her away, to the past, to make a future anew.