Before we begin, allow me to explain some changes/new things. First, I'll attempt to tell this through the perspective of my OC, Camila Mullaly (clearly in 1st person). I'm not good at writing in 1st person, so, sorry.
Second: Now, in regards to how a Time Turner works. I know that, when turned, it takes you back in time, but only to watch the events that have previously happened, and make minor changes, correct? You had to be wary not to be seen by your past self. I'm going to scrap that idea (sorry Jo!) and just go with how we all know time traveling to be. Y'know, going back in time as if the present you came from never happened.
Now that that's outta the way:

I'm not sorry. I have a million and a half stories that I haven't written in about forever, I know, I'm working on those, but this idea would not leave my mind no matter how hard I pushed it aside. Allow me to begin with a short intro to leave open plenty of plot opportunities.
Geez, this didn't look this short on paper. :/

I own nothing/no one that you recognize, so you all know. If you want to sue me, Jo, you'll probably get five bucks and a couple of markers.

Be sure to leave your thoughts! :)

/long-ass A/N


2 February 1999

There's a Muggle saying that goes 'everybody has 20/20 hindsight'. Everybody has a perfect understanding of a past event, can clearly see choices they could've, or should've made. It's something I've been thinking about a lot lately, watching George struggle to get back on his feet and past Fred's death, all while reopening the business he swore he'd never go near again. The shop was the most difficult hurdle for George to get over; it was always Fred and George's thing. That's the only way Fred was alive; through the products that sat on the shelves, through the inordinate amount of melted cauldrons and uncontrollable fires during the inventing process; he was woven into every spell, every idea, every thought that ever passed through Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and into everything George did. We knew, we all knew, that nobody would deal with it harder than George, but had we foreseen just how hard George would take it, and how he'd react, I don't think we would have prodded him so hard to talk about it.

Sometimes (most times, honestly), I look back and wonder: if I stayed back with Fred instead of leaving just to stop his pestering me about it, would he still be alive? Or would we both have died? If I hadn't intersected that Sectumsempra curse, would that have killed him? That's likely the most painful thing about war, though: too many ifs, and there's far too much unclear.

I do know one thing: Fred Weasley saved my life that night, and when he needed the favor returned, I wasn't there for him.