All seemed quiet in the Ministry, not a peep or a sound echoed throughout the building, however, there was a stranger not allowed in those parts. A man to be specific. The one of the abandoned lockers in the room swung silently open revealing a cloaked figure in the upper locker. He hunched a bit as if he was clutching his stomach, while gently pawing the tile floor from the locker before firmly landing with his bare feet. After surveying the darkened room and muttering several spells to conceal and protect himself, he tiptoed out of the room.
This grown man had an objective he means to accomplish to satisfy his hungry curiosity. It was a dream he thought of incessantly years after the war- no, no he was wrong it started way before that. From when he first met Harry Potter possibly? Or wait- perhaps when his dear brother taught him the art of photography. (May he rest in peace.) Either way the man became obsessed with the value of a moment. The importance of it! The undeniable beauty of a moment that gives birth to subsequent moments that lead up a future no one had any idea of imaging. It was pure bliss for him to indulge himself in these fantasies where he completely rewrites the present. Or at least it had been.
Abruptly stopping the shadowed man squeezed his stomach to calm the contents in it and slowly inhaled and exhaled. He had reached the entrance where his spy promised him lay the one of the last factors to his plan. While exploring the room searching for the dear object he noticed other illegal contraptions all broken and rusting. In the corner of his eye a small lense lay next to a pile of junk. Digging through the pile he found it. The Time-turner. The necklace glowed defying the shadows that engulfed the room. Tightly grasping the delicate necklace, he grabbed an old book with a gaping hole through the middle and set the Time-turner coordinates to his choice.
Not a peep or a sound was heard when the man popped out of existence. It was only until a shrill alarm rang that the aurors such as Weasley and Potter hurried to the Ministry wondering what all the fuss was about this time.
Children used to say that history books never taught anything of any value or history in general. Colin Creevey used to think the same, but he figures that most children said that due to Mr. Binns being a bore. Even Colin filled with so much energy and optimism falls asleep with the monotone voice. Yet history was important because without it Colin would have never gotten his hands on Tom Riddle's diary a.k.a. Voldemort's diary from a museum dedicated to the war. Also, he would have never known about horcruxes and their whereabouts without many autobiographies from the close friends of Harry Potter. So, he used the damaged book and time-traveled back decades to the past and from there tried to avoid awkward encounters with Ministry workers to quickly exit the building.
With excessive giddiness Colin skipped merrily, greeting random people and occasionally striking up a conversation with a passerby, heading to a train that will carry him closest to Malfoy Manor. A place that was without a doubt inhabiting a certain blond that Colin will have no qualms to accidently dropping a certain soul-sucking diary into his lap. He wants to see the moment where he shatters the future he knew.