Hi I may have had a few difficulties first publishing this story since I haven't been on this website in a while so I totally forgot to add a disclaimer...so here it goes
I don't own any of the Harry Potter Characters...they all belong to the lovely J.K. Rowling. I only own Moira!
April 9th, 2112
This will be my last Journal entry for a very long time. I am badly injured with no way of healing myself. He's killed my family and I think the Weasley's have fallen as well. As much as the pain has stricken me I know I must go. This time, a horrid, cold existence, must be put to an end. I will not let him rule any longer. I will not let him have the chance. My family completed the last piece of the watch before they died to save me from him. My device is planned to take off mid morning tomorrow. I hope that they have not died in vain and that I will succeed in stopping the birth of the New Lord. I am frightened; I was never the strongest nor the fastest. My older sibling, Lydia and Rupert would have done a far better job than I, but they have gone and now it's up to me to finish what my great-grandparents started. I will go back to the year 1997, a whole year before the great Harry Potter defeated Lord Voldemort, and gain the aid of The Order of the Phoenix along with the trust of Dumbledore before he dies. I plan on leaving this diary here and placing a charm on it so that only those pure of heart can read it and gain a sense of hope that things will change. I will not fail my people.
Sincerely yours,
Eden Moira Longbottom
April 10th, 1997
The great hall was boisterous as ever, knifes scraping against plates as students chatted away to their surrounding neighbors. A few paper enchanted airplanes whizzed above and along the four house's tables, its enchanters quickly caught and reprimanded by the stern Professor McGonagall. All was normal and all was right within the school. But all its' warmth and laughter would soon turn to a neck chilling silence. Never had anyone been able to Apparate inside the Hogwarts grounds, but when a girl appeared in the center of all the tables, hunched over, shivering, deathly pale, dripping wet with a mixture of blood and rain, she surely made history.
Everyone stopped; their heads turned towards the newcomer, mouths aghast at her condition and astonished by her presence. Many rubbed at their eyes in the case that they could possibly be dreaming.
She didn't move, her eyes flicked back and forth and along the tables, but she didn't move. She took a shaky breath before stepping toward a small Hufflepuff boy, clutching her left arm. The boy looked taken aback; those around him scouted subtlety away from him. A thin, coarse voice politely asked, "Do you know where Albus Dumbledore is?"
"Um…" he cleared his voice, but said nothing more. His hand slowly raised and pointed towards the front.
She looked and then back at him. "Thank you."
She slowly limped her way up front; she would have fallen if a strong hand hadn't held her up. She leaned on this person for the majority of the way. The teachers all stood up, Professor Dumbledore moved quickly before her. "May I speak with you professor?" Her words were spoken with an important determination that was lost quickly as her whole body collapsed.
She was immediately taken to the infirmary in the arms of Neville Longbottom, Dumbledore leading the way.
Professor McGonagall, covering her mouth with a hand, seemed at a loss of words to tell the students that were all curiously looking after the retreating backs in a mixture of confusion, concern, and most of all; fear. The professor straightened her back and her lips formed an ultra thin line, "Well what are all of you pumpkin mouthed buffoons waiting for? EAT."
No one bothered to tell her that they weren't pumpkins.