New…Random…Idea.

Plus, the link for how I envision my OC is here

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I frowned as I finished the last book. It wasn't right. If he hadn't became Voldemort, he would have just been alive, and handsome. Just needing a girl to win his heart. Just then, I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

"Aria." A voice murmured.

I jumped. There, standing in front of me, was a boy, with tousled hair that was messy, brilliant green eyes, round glasses, and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

I gasped. "Harry Potter?"

He smiled wryly, and put a necklace around my neck. Then, he ushered me through the wall. I tensed, waiting for impact, but it didn't come. I was standing in platform nine-and-three-quarters, with my school robes and books ready.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," Harry murmured. He pointed to the necklace that I was wearing, and I realized something. "A time turner!"

Harry smiled and stepped back to let me go back in time. Back when Voldemort was Tom Riddle. I saw the world blur, along with Harry, and it became more old-fashioned, with less flashy designs and fancy lettering. Once the world had stopped blurring, I saw everybody, including Bellatrix, Avery, and there he was.

Pale pallor, dark hair, grey eyes. Seeming to have his own space bubble in the middle of all the rushing students. All alone, he stumped to the train and had difficulty putting his trunk up. I rushed and helped him get his trunk on his train. He looked down and shifted from foot to foot until he muttered, "Thanks."

I smiled at him. "No, it's fine." I walked very calmly down to the end of the compartment, until he couldn't see me. Then, I broke into a full-out sprint down to the last compartment. Unfortunately, this seemed to attract many more people. Soon, there were first-year boys mooning over me and girls asking if I could be their friend. I sat at the last compartment, and soon, it was jam packed with people. And the table I was sitting on? Everybody was trying to squeeze onto the seats. Soon, I had to choose two people to sit with me. I picked a girl with black hair and blue eyes, and for the boys…Well, I had to choose. But I was waiting for someone special.

Soon, he was squeezing through the crowd, his face a mask. He asked, "Can I sit here?"

This raised great disapproval for the crowd.

"Outta the way, runt!" One burly first-year boy screamed, and pushed him to the ground.

I quickly helped him up, and cleared a way through the crowd to sit him on the other side of the table. That was when I saw his expression clearly. Face livid with anger, he was muttering words under his breath, looking at the burly boy.

"Please don't," I begged him.

He looked at me, his face unfathomable.

"Fine," he submitted, and we rode down the railroad in peace.

Review, please.

Colleen