Prologue:
The ground swirled up from in front of me and I squeezed my eyes closed. There was a quiet thud as the soles of my shoes slammed into the ground, knocking me off balance. I reached out and grabbed the railing before I could fall down the stairs and then I looked up realizing I'd either have to ascend and face what I'd come here for or walk back down and run away. Why was I so nervous? I could handle this… Couldn't I? Stuffing the thin strip of wood back under my robes I climbed the swirling staircase until I reached the top of the stairs.
A hollow sound filled the landing as I drummed against the large ornate doors leading into the office. "Come in," a velvety voice called out. I smiled knowing that voice would never lose the warmth it possessed at the moment. I pushed the door open and walked into the large office.
I stopped once I was standing in front of him. My words stopped in my throat as I stared at him. I felt the tears gather in my eyes as I looked at his silvery hair with streaks of darker grey that would eventually fade. His glasses were thinner, his eye sight none quite as demolished. But the twinkling of his eyes engulfed me, reminding me how long it had been since it was forever taken from the world. "Headmaster," I greeted him, a tear sliding down my cheek.
"I'm sorry, but do we know each other?" he greeted warmly watching me with interested eyes.
I shook my head, "No, sir, we don't. Not yet, at least. I came back from the future, because I refuse to let things happen the way that they are set to happen as of now. I know how to change everything, and I know that I can. First, I wanted to talk to you though, sir."
He motioned for me to sit in the fluffy chair in front of him. "Please then, talk. I'm quite intrigued to hear what you have to say."
"Everything is so awful in the future. People who are supposed to live die, and some of the best people I know have awful lives. I just want everyone to get what they deserve, and I want to stop my friends from dying. I suppose I should start from the beginning, in the future, four years if I am in the right time, the Potters will have a son. Professor Trelawney will make a prediction, a real prediction, about him, and Voldemort will mark him as his only threat. He kills the Potters, sir, and when he tries to kill Harry, he can't. Because, Lily sacrificed herself for her only son.
"Voldemort is gone, but only for a while. He comes back in Harry's first year at Hogwarts and again in his fourth year. He kills Cedric that year. After that year so many people die. Sirius, who Harry only knew for two years, dies, because Peter betrayed the Potters to Voldemort, and framed Sirius for a mass murder. Remus dies. Tonks dies. Mad-Eye dies. Colin Creevey, who you don't know, yet, dies. Fred dies. Professor Snape dies. Alice and Frank are tortured into insanity. You die.
"We got rid of him in the end, but I know if I go and get rid of the horcruxes now on my own no one will ever know. I was with Harry during all of this; him, Ron, Hermione, and me were best friends. Once, I find them Voldemort can be gone before anyone else gets hurt. Please, sir." I finished looking up from the spot on the hardwood floor that resembled a disfigured eye. When I met his eyes for the first time, he was looking at me grimly.
He tapped the tips of his long fingers together and frowned at me. "Are you sure that you want to do this? I won't pretend to tell you what your doing is safe or even all that likely. Miss, you could die."
I nodded, "I realize I could, but maybe I can die before any of them happen. I can die before they know me, and no one will be around to miss me. It will be as if I never existed, and their lives will finally be what they all deserve whether I'm there or not."
"Very well, but we can't have you just magically appear. You will attend Hogwarts as a seventh year and you can hunt down the artifacts on the side. I want to be able to help you and keep tabs on your progress. I'm going to assume you're a Gryffindor?" Dumbledore inquired my house, and I smiled.
Nodding, I replied quickly, "Yessir." I paused for a second, "Professor, I have never been a very good liar. People will eventually catch onto the fact I'm not normal. Chances are I'll hug Sirius when I see him and start crying, or in the very least slap Peter."
He frowned, "I suggest you keep your emotions in check." Pulling out a piece of paper he scrawled something on the paper. "I doubt the rooms have changed, this school rarely does. Go give this to Professor McGonagall," he told me, and then he smiled. "You forgot to tell me your name."
"Lacie Malfoy," I told him with a grimace.
He raised his eyes studying my dark brown hair and hazel eyes. "Lucius Malfoy's daughter?" he asked.
I nodded, "Adopted daughter. In the future they're running out of purebloods, so they adopted mudbloods like me to raise into the families and instill their values upon. However, they did this by treating his like live in slaves, and it mainly resulted in rebellion."
"I'm glad to be in the present. I have faith in your future though," he told me as the door swung shut and I made my way down the stairs.