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Chapter One

Pansy Parkinson was dying. She could feel it. Admittedly, she was ninety-seven years old, so it came as no great surprise, but still. The worst part was not the helplessness though, nor was it the loneliness. No, the worst part was all the regret. Her loneliness, after all, was her own fault. Nobody had wanted to marry the girl who'd been ready to hand Harry Potter over to Voldemort (she'd lost her fear of saying that name years ago) and all of her 'friends' had likewise abandoned her.

So, she turned to her studies. Not schoolwork though. No, it'd been made very clear to her that she was not welcome at Hogwarts. Instead, she'd begun researching blood, and magic, and what the Muggles called genetics, looking for some explanation as to what had gone wrong. She soon came to the conclusion that she had been wrong. Using statistics and public records she was eventually forced to conclude that while some Muggleborn students were dumber than those born and raised in Wizarding families for the first year, they eventually caught up. Some, like Granger, even did better. There wasn't any noticeable difference in their spell power either. And when she found out that both Voldemort and Professor Snape had been half-bloods, well, that had driven the last thought of 'pureblood superiority' out of her head.

But that realization had come too late, and nobody accepted her attempts to redeem herself. She didn't blame them, but remaining in Britain proved too painful. So Pansy had begun to travel the world. She'd become a bit of a scholar over the years, and she continued on that path, learning everything she could about magic and potions. Nobody was going to call her the next Dumbledore or anything, but in certain circles in America, Australia, New Zealand, and even Canada she was famous for the sheer depth and scope of her knowledge, even if she was lacking in the power department. She stayed out of the limelight though, even when most seemed to have forgotten about her past and her mistakes, because she never did. And so, on November 2nd 2077, Pansy Parkinson died alone and largely forgotten.

Seconds later- Sophronia's Library

Pansy opened her eyes and looked around in confusion. She was...young again? Her body looked and felt like she was seventeen again. She looked around and frowned. She was in what looked like a massive private library, complete with rich oak shelves, a few of those rolling ladders that seemed unique to libraries, some plush armchairs, several very ornate tables, and a grand fireplace. "This better not be the afterlife." Pansy muttered. She liked learning, but she didn't want to spend the rest of eternity in a library. The laugh of a young woman filled the air.

"Not exactly Pansy." Pansy turned around to see a young woman in her late teens descending down a spiral staircase. The woman wore a purple Victorian era dress and corset, and her dark brown hair was likewise curled up in Victoria style. "Though rest assured, you are dead. You're just in one of the few places that even Death herself can't enter without permission-my home."

"And who, exactly, are you? And what is this place?" Pansy demanded.

"Ah yes, how rude of me. My name is Sophronia, and this is...well, technically you could call it my library, though it's much more than that." She frowned. "How to explain it? It's been a while since I've brought anyone up here." There was a pause, then Sophronia snapped her fingers and the room went dark except for a spotlight illuminating one particularly large bookcase. "See those hundred or so books?" She asked. "Each book in my library contains dozens of stories organized by category, and each story represents the complete history of an individual universe. This bookcase, for instance, represents your multiverse." Pansy stepped forward to inspect the case. It was full of books of varying thickness and color, each of them with something written on the spine purple lettering. None of the titles made hundred percent sense to Pansy though. Some were labeled things like 'Time Travel', 'Harry sorted into Slytherin', and 'Mary Sue' (That last one had several skull and crossbones on its spine, and, in smaller lettering, 'Read at own risk, here be My Immortal' on it.). Others had nonsense titles like 'Bellamione' (This one looked particularly well read) and 'Crossover- Naruto' on their spines. As she looked, an already massive book labeled 'Harry/Draco' grew.

"That book just got thicker!" Pansy exclaimed, pointing at the book in question. Sophronia winced, then sighed.

"Yes, that's a particularly popular category for some reason. I'm more of a Yuri fan, but I can't stop Yaoi from popping into existence. That'd be hypocritical of me." Pansy thought she rather sounded like she was trying to convince herself.

"So when that book got thicker..." Pansy said slowly, trying to wrap her brain around what was happening. "A new universe appeared?" Sophronia nodded.

"More or less. Each book in my library represents a different facet of a multiverse."

"And what do you do with them all?" Pansy asked. Sophronia shrugged.

"Read them. Make sure nothing happens to permanently erase a universe. Insert Godzilla into stories when they start to get boring. Try and inspire more Yuri." She pointed at an empty binder on the bottom shelf labeled 'Bellatrix/Lesbian Harem'. "I'm still waiting for something well written to appear in that one." Pansy gulped and paled.

"And what do you want me for?" She asked. Sophronia saw the look on her face and laughed.

"Don't worry, I have no power over free will. I can't force you into any relationship, and I wouldn't even if I could. No, I brought you here to make you a deal."

"What kind of deal?" Pansy asked warily.

"Simple. If you so choose, I will send you back in time to when you were eleven and first boarded the Hogwarts Express. From there you can do whatever you want." Pansy frowned in confusion.

"Why would you do that?" Sophronia shrugged again.

"Curiosity mainly. I have lots of stories about people from your universe, intentionally or not, going back in time and changing things, but none of them are about you, Pansy Parkinson, doing so. I want to see what you'll do." Pansy considered. Sophronia's motives weren't exactly altruistic, but she certainly wasn't going to turn down a chance for a free do-over. She nodded decisively.

"Deal." Sophronia grinned.

"Then let the games begin." She said, clapping her hands together. Everything went black.

Author's Notes

Hey guys, thanks for reading! I just want to explain one little thing. The dialogue and events will be based on the books, but the appearance of everyone but Pansy is from the movies, simply because that's still how I picture everyone. Pansy, however, looks like she does in the pictures drawn by tsbranch on deviant art, just because that's how I picture her. I just wanted to say that to clarify why she doesn't look like a pug.

Anyway, thanks for reading! Please review!