DPOV
I sit in my bed, curled in the fetal position, with tears streaming down my eyes. I was only gone for one hour. ONE FUCKIN HOUR AND HE KILLED HER! HE FUCKIN KILLED HER! My sobs intensify as memories of all the good times I had with her, all the love she showed me, swarm though my head. God, how is this fair? She was such a good woman and that good for nothing git killed her; My mother. Merlin, my mother's dead.
A light tapping at my door pulls me out of my depressing thoughts.
"Come in!"
The door opens, revealing my two sad cousins. The girls walk in, climb on my bed, then pull me into a tight hug. Mione strokes my hair while Dora rubs my back.
"So what's gunna happen?" I ask.
"The Minister does not believe my mother is fit enough to take care of you or Harry," Dora explains, "at the moment. He says she's too distraught. But since the paperwork is already final for Harry's adoption, he'll be placed in my custody. I asked if I could take custody of you, but Dumbledore convinced the Minister that a woman my age shouldn't be raising two teenage boys by myself."
She relinquishes her hold on me and looks down, as if to apologize for some untold failure. This sentiment unnerves me slightly, I've never seen her look so defeated before in my life and the poor girls been through a hell of a lot worse than I. Before I can really comment on her unusual actions, Hermione continues the telling of my fate.
"Then he discredited Severus as a fit guardian by saying, "If he can't keep the Dark Lord's brat in check then how could he take care of a Malfoy that's just as wild?" Severus was so pissed he got himself kicked out of the room."
"So I'm gunna be orphaned then?"
"NO!"
I look up to find the imposing form of Igor Karkaroff standing in my doorway.
"You vill be my vard and, if you vish, ve can stay ere and you can finish school at Ogvarts," he says as he walks into my room.
"You? Why the hell do you care?" I ask.
His hard face turns soft and almost sullen when he responds. "I let your moder down long time ago, I vill not let er down again. Besides ve need each oder right now to lean on in our 'our of pain." before leaving.
I give the girls a confused look, as if asking how he knew her but they just shrug. With a sigh I look to the floor then up again when I realize my best mate's missing.
"Where's Harry?"
"Hospital, he's been really sick lately."
With a sullen sigh I close my eyes as the weight of the past week weighs down on me. My body slumps, weakly, against Dora's as I slowly allow the fatigue to creep over me.
"Will you two stay with me?" I plead. "I don't think I could be alone right now."
Dora lays me down on the bed then curls up behind me so that we're spooning. Hermione shifts her position so that my head rests in her lap; I guess she's sitting against the headboard, and starts to gently massage my scalp. Dora hums a soft tone that was once sung to us at night by my mother, when we were babes. The sweet melody brings back sweeter memories that slowly cradle me in a blanket of ignorance and lulls me to sleep.
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I walk into the house. It seems barren but I know that can not be, there is no way neither of my parents are home tonight. For tomorrow is when the Dark Lord frees the Death Eaters in Azkaban, and I know mother wishes to make the house absolutely perfect for Aunt Bella's arrival. As for father…well he could be gone, actually; I know I hope he is. With a chuckle I walk into the sitting room then stop in front of the most horrendous scene I've ever laid eyes on. There, by the fireplace, I gaze upon my father as he sits atop my mother's lifeless corpse. A malevolent grin spread across his ghoulish face as he stares down at her.
My shock turns to anger as I stare, vexed, by the scene in front of me. The anger boils over, clouding my vision with a thick red haze of nothing but furry and his insidious face. I don't remember much else; how I ended up on top of him or beat his skull into the floor is all a mystery to me, but what I do remember is the after. I remember the feel of four sets of strong hands on me, I remember the pain of colliding with the cold marble floor, and I remember Hermione, singing a melody I never knew she was privy to. As she sang Hermione's body starts to shift into that of the only woman I've ever loved, the woman that bore me. The spirit is dressed in an all black dress with a sullen look on her perfect face.
"Oh Draco, my dear son, what you did to Lucius hurt me more than what he did to me. You were always supposed to be my perfect little angel; you were suppose to be pure baby but instead you let your father taint you with violence. I pray that you will one day redeem your purity, for me."
My eye's snap open, as I sit upright, searching for my matriarch.
"Draco, are you alright?" Dora asks, rubbing my back.
I look over at her with a sullen shake of my head, then a sob. Hermione wraps her arms around me as my head falls on Dora's chest. They try to console me with sweet words but they do not ease my sorrows.
"I wish my mother never married that git; I wish….I wish I was never born."
"Don't say that," Dora scolds.
"Your mother loved you to death and she would be lost without you in this world; even in her death, Draco, you are her legacy."
I shake my head defiantly as dead blue eyes fill my mind. I need to fix this.
"I want my mommy back and I want her to be happy. Mines, I KNOW you can help."
"Drac I-"
"Don't say that you can't help me because we both know that's a damn lie! You own a time turner and you know a shit ton of time magic; if anyone can help me you can. If not for me…then for my mom, your aunt, who was brutally murdered by a loon-ball."
The girl looks at me. Then, with an exasperated sigh, she removes herself from under my covers and leaves the room then comes back in with an odd looking necklace. As she sits on the bed she squeezes, twists, and rolls the chain in her shaky hands.
"This is a scandium Time Turner, it is the most powerful of its kind. Rather than rewinding time by hours it rewinds it by years. This is the rarest and oldest time turner in existence forged by Morgana le Fey herself, she gave it to her son Mordred. Unfortunately the chain was cut off his neck, when he faced Arthur, the necklace was lost for years. That is until Salazar Slytherin found it while swimming in the Black Lake. He used it to build the chamber of secrets, where he stashed his basilisk egg, before the rest of Hogwarts was built. The castle was literally built on top of the most dangerous serpent known to man. He hid it in a diary that he kept among his books, on a bookshelf located in a sealed off private room behind his sisters portrait.
I noticed it last summer when I went to Slytherin manor. It was the only portrait in a hidden green room- there are a lot of secret passageways and hidden rooms in Slytherin manor. Some hold dangerous animals, others private studies, but all are great places to hide things. Anyway I think this could help us, if we spin it twelve times, we can go back to when Draco was a two and kill Lucius."
Hermione wraps the chain around my neck, then Dora's and her own.
"This is your idea, you do the honors." She rasps with a smile.
I take the pendent in my hands and start flipping. As I do I remember something I heard mother say, long ago.
I had a true love only once in my life, it was during my fifth year, in 1975.1975.
1975.
1975.
1975.
"Draco what are you doing?" Mione asks.
1975.
"You're going to far back!" Dora exclaims.
1975.
I stop when I count to seventeen then watch as time passes us by.
"Draco what have you done."
"Where have you sent us?" Dora asks accusingly.
"1975. The year my mother met her true love."
"Oi! Five years before you were born." Hermione states.
"I know."