Chapter One: The Real Cora
Cora Lillian Malfoy was as unpopular as they come. In fact, she was a nobody. The girl was either picked on or virtually invisible. She had no friends to speak of and spent her spare time studying. Cora had gray eyes and strawberry blonde hair. She constantly wore oversized shirts, black tennis shoes, and her hair in a pony tail. From an early age, she knew that she had been abandoned. Left. Deserted. The only information she knew about her parents was in her birth certificate. Apparently, a couple named Marie and Lee Malfoy didn't want children.
Her intelligence exceeded the normal standards by far. By the age of 10, Cora was enrolled in secondary school and was doing the work of a fourteen year old. Unusual occurrences seemed to follow her wherever she went. She was relieved when she received her Hogwarts letter.
Cora found at an early age that she could change her appearance at will. Since she had been a misfit in the muggle world, she wanted to start from scratch in the wizarding one. No one'd be able to recognize her. So, Cora closed her eyes and imagined herself to have bushy brown hair, large front teeth, hazel eyes, and freckled skin. When she opened her eyes, she ran to the nearest mirror. Cora looked like a complete stranger.
Now to change her name. Cora had loved the name Hermione from when she read about Greek mythology. Her middle name and last names needed to be boring, so she chose Jane and Granger. Strange things happened when she really wanted things so she wished with all her might that her name would change. Looking onto the parchment bearing her birth name, Cora saw that it had. No one could possibly find out. Cora smirked happily. Unbeknownst to her, she was a metamorphagus and had an infamous smirk that was a trait found in her father's side of the family.
It was only mid-morning and Draco Malfoy was exhausted. He had been running around the castle and then some to be on schedule. As Head Boy, he was enrolled in all of the advanced classes. Professor Mc Gonagall was loath to give him a time-turner to complete all of his courses. However she was forced to when the subject of Hermione Granger's third year was brought up by a certain greasy-haired potions master. Draco was absent-mindedly playing with said object and had entirely forgotten about the trick stair. All of his things flew as he fell. It appeared that the teenager's trip to the floor was momentarily halted. His surroundings swirled and flashed for about five minutes until he finally hit the bottom of the staircase with a heavy thud.
For a little while, he lay on the ground trying to gather his thoughts. The only thing that came to his mind was that his hand felt like it had been stung. Draco blinked as he looked down at his hand. The glass from the time-turner had broken while he was holding it. This could only mean one thing. He, Draco Abraxas Malfoy, had gone back in time.
Sitting there was definitely not going to fix the predicament he had gotten himself into. So, he resolved to find a professor to explain his situation to and hopefully receive help from. As he set out to accomplish this, girl with deep auburn hair had bumped into him absentmindedly and dropped her things. She immediately began to squawk about the injustice apparently being done to her.
"Oi, Potter! I swear to Merlin I am going to hex your toe-rag existence to smithereens! You, you," she looked up to see it was not, in fact, Potter. "You? Who are you?"
Draco couldn't possibly tell the girl his real name, so he mentioned the first name that popped into his head. "Charlie Lowsley. And you are?"
"Lily Evans."