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As I stood hidden in the shadow of Hagrid's hut, I fingered the delicate chain hanging around my neck. I'd been given the time-turner as a third year student. McGonagall made it clear that it was to be used for nothing but classes and I gave her my word, never imagining that four years later I'd be at this crossroads. It had been two months since my brother and his friends left. With no new information to go on, his search for Voldemort's horcruxes was at a standstill. While Harry, Ron and Hermione struggled to put together a puzzle that had no pieces in sight, the Dark Lord grew ever stronger. As the death toll reached an insurmountable high, desperation flooded our streets like an open sewer.
There was no guarantee my plan would work. In all likelihood, nothing would change. Even if our situation was altered, the possibility existed that things would change for the worse. Time is such a fickle thing. One step forward might lead us two steps backward. These thoughts did nothing to sway me from my resolve. The fact that I had a plan put me in a better offensive position than even Harry. If there was a chance I could end this, no matter how miniscule that chance looked, I had to try.
Five turns of the time-turner's loop would land me fifty years in the past. Tom Riddle would be a student at Hogwarts. My plan was simple: kill Tom Riddle before he grew up to become Lord Voldemort.
With a feeling of reckless abandon, I turned the loop five times. The air surrounding me came crashing down as time sped back.