The war had many casualties from each side, each believing what they were fighting for was the right cause. On one side was Harry Potter the boy who lived he stood for all that was light and good and on the other side was Voldermort who stood for darkness and purity. And even now as Narcissa Malfoy sits in the ruins of Hogwarts surveying the damage she knows that even though good won they would never really be able to fully repair what was broken, maybe physically yes but in every way that really mattered the scars will remain.
Narcissa felt the lump in her pocket and quickly curled her fingers around the object in there, before the battle Bellatrix had given it to her as a gift to insure that her baby sister would be safe. Say what you want about Bellatrix but she would always protect family, well unless you betrayed them.
The object was one that many in the building would recognise, it was silver instead of gold and the sand in the hourglass was a deep shade of crimson instead of its usual light brown. To anybody else this would just be another time turner but on closer inspection it's much more than that, much more powerful and that power could take you back quite some time.
Many with this in their possession would attempt to go back to change the outcome of the war or save many of the lives lost. Not Narcissa thou, she would be going back to save her sister. And to do so she would give Bellatrix what she had always wanted, a child. She would go back 17 years, just before the attack on the Longbottoms and give her sister the gift she had always deserved.
"You're plotting aren't you?" said Lucius in a quiet whisper next to her.
"Lucius, I suggest you concentrate on your own predicament before accusing me of plotting," she said glancing at the aurors surrounding them on all sides to prove her point.
Lucius promptly quieted down after that leaving Narcissa the opportunity to search for the most important piece of the plan, the perfect child for Bellatrix. Longbottom was hopeless, Weasley would be too noticeable, and they needed someone who would fit in well. Parkinson's family status was too high to risk it.
Just when Narcissa was starting to lose hope of finding the perfect child amongst these incompetent students, her eye caught a mane of brown hair which was tangled and messy much like her sisters had been shortly after escaping Azkaban.
Grange was smart, strong, and extremely magically competent. She may be a muggle born but that may even be to her benefit, who would notice the child disappearing and Bella wouldn't have to know her blood status.
"Yes, Granger would be perfect," were her last thoughts before slipping the time turner around her neck and turning it back 17 years. The last thing she saw was an outraged Lucius screaming in her direction.
