Draco

Draco Lucius Malfoy was having a bad day. He was a sensitive man under the stoic mask he always wore around the rest of the world. His life had taken so many unexpected turns and had changed him considerably in the process. Right now, being all alone in his big house, made his already bad mood worse. His only son and the only source of happiness in his lonely life, Scorpius was away at his school, Hogwarts. He, himself had been the student of the best wizarding school of the world, Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. However, his father had wanted him to attend another school, Durmstrang. The memory of his father Lucius Malfoy, brought him another bout of anxiety. He had grown up as a child, being taught everything by his father who he had then considered to be the greatest wizard of all.

Later he had come to realize, it was one of his biggest mistake. He had learnt from his father, his views about how the wizarding society should be, and those were as false as they could have been. And after his father's failure in executing his master's command, he himself had been dragged into servitude of the most evil and dangerous wizard the world had ever seen, Lord Voldemort.

Trying hard to put these troubling thoughts at bay, he concentrated on the picture on his table. It showed a young woman, with a pale, heart-shaped face, who was smiling rather kindly looking over at Draco's face as if to ease his suffering. It had the immediate effect of relieving some of his pain.

Draco sat at the table now, looking closely at the frame of his wife Astoria's photograph. She was one of the few good things in his life, and now that she had died it had completely shattered him. She was the only person in whom he had confided in, and also the only person who understood him. She had attended a different school, Beauxbatons and hence did not hold his past to form her opinion about him. Draco had finally understood what it meant to have a real friend. Everything was so good when they were married, but then a curse placed on her family line had resulted in her getting weak, which only increased as the time passed despite the best efforts of the healers at the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. She had insisted on having the baby when she got pregnant later, ignoring Draco's appeals that she was too frail. Scorpius was their bundle of joy and they were both so happy when he was born. He had now grown up to be a better boy than Draco ever was, and Draco was proud of him.

But right now, even he was away at school and not beside his father to help get him out of his pain. Draco felt guilty for wishing that his son was with him, Scorpius was probably happy at the school castle with his best friend, Albus. Again, it was an unusual friendship as Albus was the son of Harry Potter, who had been Draco's biggest rival at the school; they both had attended in the same year. Harry Potter was the most famous wizard of the present age; his biography was lying around somewhere in Draco's library, which he had curiously read. There was no mention of the hard time Draco used to give Harry at school, but now he was ashamed of those things and wished he could not have said and done things he did back then. Harry already had too much on his plate before he even met Draco, and then he was the one who Lord Voldemort was always after.

Draco once again focused on the photograph on his table, a longing to hear his wife's voice once more rose through him. It was cruel how less time he had gotten to spend with her. Just then, a reflection from the glass frame caught his eye. He turned towards the source of the gleam. It had come from behind him, where the glass cases containing magical instruments that were passed down to him from his father were kept. He never liked to touch those things, as they were a cruel reminder of his father and his legacy. Right now, a particular object caught his attention. The label of the glass case in which it was enclosed read, 'Time Turner'.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Draco got up from his chair and started examining the box. There was a manual containing instructions beside the time-turner, which resembled a locket with an hourglass. He carefully read the introduction:

This time-turner is one of the most rare magical artifacts created by the goblins and wizards together, long before the mutual enmity arose between them. It is a true time-turner meaning, it can take the user back in time not only hours but years back at a time. Please read the further instructions of its usage carefully before using it.

There was another parchment containing the instructions on how to use the device. That was it, thought Draco. Finally, his father had been a help to him. He could use this time turner to go back in time to be with Astoria once again even if for a few hours of conversation. Oh, what he wouldn't give to feel loved and accepted again!

Draco took out the locket and put it on, like it had said in the instructions. He stole a glance at his dead wife's photograph and said, "I'm coming, Astoria."

Before he had the chance to further read the instructions, his Intruder Charm go off. He wondered who had called at his house; he rarely had any visitors. He got his answer soon as the house announced loudly, "Ministry wizards! Raid!" He was grateful to his father again, as he was the one to put charms on the manor in case the Ministry of Magic wizards came to raid their house; that had been very frequent when Draco was a teen.

Draco came running into the hall, before he realized that his house was full of illegal magical dark objects. He did not want a full inquiry into him now that the Minister for Magic was Hermione Granger, again his former classmate whom he wished hadn't made an enemy of. He hastily took out of his wand and began doing cloaking spells on everything that was supposed to be illegal in his sight. He then caught his reflection in the large mirror by the door and then remembered the time-turner around his neck. He was sure it was bound to be illegal, but he couldn't let it go yet; not before he could talk to Astoria again. He could now hear footsteps from the staircase. In a great hurry, he pointed towards the time-turner at his chest and muttered the Disillusionment Charm under his breath.

If Draco had read the entire instructions, he would have known that no spells were to be used on the time-turner; and in case they were used, the results would be disastrous. So, as the unaware Draco cast that spell, the time-turner's hourglass began spinning madly and he was swallowed by the darkness.

Draco couldn't recall how much time he spent revolving in the darkness; it was enough to make his brain dizzy from spinning and his senses numb.

The next thing he felt was the sudden jerk on his shoulders, and he was then lying in his four-poster bed inside the Slytherin dormitory with green and silver curtains. He heard Crabbe's voice calling, "Draco! Draco! get up! Or you'll miss the breakfast today." He jerked himself up on his bed and started, "Bloody hell, where am I?"

"Bad dream, was it?" asked a concerned looking Crabbe, it would have been funny to look at his alarmed face under different circumstances. But Crabbe had died in the Fiendfyre he had cast himself, hadn't he?

"Well, it can be expected, after the bad day you had yesterday. Turning into a ferret can do that to ya." Goyle was saying in a low voice as if afraid to piss him off.

"Yeah, that Moody really is Mad! No wonder old Dumblebore made him a teacher." continued Crabbe.

Draco's mind was racing…Ferret…Professor Moody…Time-turner…. He had now been transported back in time, to his own body in his fourth year at Hogwarts. With this startling new revelation, he got out of his bed, ready for more surprises as the day began.

His intention of using the time-turner was to find love and acceptance again. Will that wish be granted? Only time could tell.

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