Hi there, this is my first EVER attempt at a fanfic. Ever. I'm really hoping it will be good, I have no idea what the length will be yet I haven't even drawn out a proper plan. In this fanfic there is NO Voldemort, he died the first time otherwise the plot would just be too hard to tie in with what my story is eventually going to be.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or rights of the Harry Potter series, I wish I did, however J.K Rowling does.

Prologue:

Mr Draco Malfoy had it all, the looks, the money, the perfect wife and family, yet Mr Draco Malfoy was not entirely satisfied. Mr Draco Malfoy had some regrets in life and try as he might he could never forget the harm and hurt he had caused in his adolescence which in turn had resulted in his now feared reputation. As Mr Malfoy sat there in his family's manor, reminiscing, he desperately wanted to rewrite the past; he wanted friends that were not scared of him nor were with him for personal gain. As much as he loved his son, he wanted a wife he actually loved and shared the same interests and challenged his wits. Mr Draco Malfoy was not fulfilled- his life had so far been a lie.

Draco Malfoy sat there in the emerald chair staring at the Victorian fire place, where the flames flirtatiously danced and occasionally sparked creating miniature fireworks, tired as he was he was dreading heading to bed where that demon woman, Astoria waited for him. Draco sighed, it was getting late he needed to sleep, and tonight was their scheduled night for producing another heir to the Malfoy fortune. Draco rose out of the chair unwillingly and slowly paced around the manor's library, stalling for time before he had to romp with the demoness. A small blue book caught his eye, Draco never bothered to look at the books in his library it reminded him too much of his cruel father. Draco however was drawn specifically to this book; he reached out and grabbed it, at that moment the floor opened, exposing a set of stone steps. Draco was shocked he knew his father was sneaky, but not this sneaky, or perhaps his father did not even know about this, maybe it was his Grandfather's? Draco's curiosity got the better of him and he made his way down into the dark cellar. "Lumos," Draco muttered, his wand was a beacon of light in the sinister darkness that lurking in front of him. He made his way down the numerous crumbling stone steps. At last he stepped onto the ground and the room lit up in a blaze. The room was massive, it was easily the size of the library, the dining room and the entertainment room combined and it was full of magical artefacts. Draco's eyes widened as he took in the scene before him, he spied what suspiciously looked like a shrivelled monkey hand, numerous books that obviously contained dark magic he saw newspaper clippings of Voldemort rising to power all those years ago, yes this was his father's cellar alright. Draco set off to explore and see if the artefacts had any use for them other than causing or inflicting pain. He came to a battered looking shelf which was holding a peculiar object with a note attached to it. Draco picked up the note, 'This is a tempus transuerso which will transport the user back in time to a moment they wish they could start again... admonens hoc est permanens, tantum uti si vere sentire paenitentia vis mutare', Draco could not understand the last bit but he read on, 'To use the tempus transuerso think back to what you feel regret and want to change and concentrate on it.' Draco thought about what he wanted to change- everything. Draco concentrated on the moment when he could really change what was going to happen- the start of Hogwarts. I want to go back to the very minute I was heading to platform nine and three quarters, Draco thought desperately. Draco waited for a sign, a magical pull or something but nothing happened, stupid thing doesn't even work he thought, he put the tempus transuerso back on the shelf and made his way back up to the library. Defeated, Draco made his way to the bedroom where Astoria hungrily waited for him.

"Draco, dearest, whatever took you so long?" Astoria purred hungrily.

"I was reading something in the library, I am really tired Astoria, could we please do this another night?" Draco feigned a stifled yawn.

"Fine," Astoria pouted and wiggled her index finger, "but Draco you should know as a woman, I have certain needs that need to be fulfilled."

"Goodnight Astoria," Draco sighed as he turned away and walked to his own bed chamber.

Draco Malfoy went to bed that night expecting everything to be the same monotonous routine that he had become accustomed to of late, how very wrong he was indeed...

A/N: Ok so this was my first attempt at a fanfic of Harry Potter. Reviews would be very much appreciated so I know how I'm doing, whether you like it or loathe it, review, please. So the next instalment can be anytime a few days or a week, I am going to start it straight away. At the moment I have no idea where this is going to lead but there WILL be romance ;)

Oh and the tempus transuerso means time reversal and the other Latin bit, hocestpermanens, tantumutisiveresentirepaenitentiavismutare means warning this is permanent, only use if you really feel regret for what you want to change. More stuff will unravel about the tempus too. So stay tuned.