Chapter One: The turning point.

I looked at the portrait of the former Hogwarts headmaster as if he'd had lost his mind.

"Come again?"

"I wish for you to go back into a particularly vital time, Roxanne" Dumbledore said the twinkle in his eyes brightening even the darkest of times.

"Absolutely not. You know what happens to wizards who meddle with time it meddles with them" Roxanne said unable to keep the incredulous tone out of her voice.

"I asked you if you would do anything to secure and protect the ones you have left as well as change what could have been, Roxanne. You told you –"

"Would do anything. Though...going through time?" I question him again

"I know this is too much..." Dumbledore trailed off

I sighed. This old man sure did know how to bait people "Fine."

"Thought you'd come around Ms Weasley." I resisted the urge to tell the man to fuck off instead opting for a tight smile.

"What do I need?"

"That bag you are holding contains materials that are charmed to make clothing for you know matter what day and age. All you must do is simply reach in and grab what you think you feel like wearing. For example if you feel as if you wish to wear a dress and perhaps some nice shoes and jewellery it will quickly make the desired items especially for you...Just wait 5 seconds before pulling out the clothing."

"The other bag contains stationary, uniforms and last though certainly not least a key to your funds from this time into the next."

"Don't you need my-"

"Parents consent? Why, yes I did. Though they knew about this mission and reluctantly agreed."

My head snapped up at that. "Why not just send one of uncle harry's kids?"

He merely smiled. "I'm afraid the day to rules in playing the hero do not comply to the hero's children"

I looked at him weirdly. Alright...

"Oh yes! Silly me! Almost forgot. You will not be travelling by time turner means as you know the time turners were destroyed which was a wise turn for things as voldemort himself did not wish for anyone to stop him in the past. Which is why...Ms Weasley. You will be travelling by an old spell which in itself produced its own charm through the time turner itself."

"Don't I need a name? An identity?"

"Of course. One moment."

I was suddenly hit with a bubbling sensation that invaded my mind. "Your name is...Siria Roxanne Johnson."

'Johnson? Siria? Really? My bloody middle name?' I must have looked alarmed because Dumbledore merely smiled.

"Where you are going you need to stick out more than others if you going to catch your target's attention. You know whom I speak of, Ms Weasley. Though...I think your magic will speak more for you than your mysterious history."

"You will pose as a Durmstrang student before it became an all male pureblood school. Which is ironic yet completely logical as since we have a war in our time today it was complete luck you began learning advance pieces of magic. The war with Grindelwald bought light to your familial relation with me. I am a family friend of your fathers which is why you came to Hogwarts as they wished to protect their only child and heir."

I smirked. "Very elaborate plan, Dumbledore. Plausible yet very thought out you sure you weren't supposed to be a Slytherin?" "Don't I need a name? An identity?"

My eyes widened. My English accent was completely disenigrated it turned into the Bulgarian accent rich yet harsh at the same time. Groaning I looked at Dumbledore. "Really? You couldn't have made me French and from bauxbaton's instead?"

He smiled. "Where would the fun be in that?"

I rolled my eyes watching as he without warning lifted his wand. "Tantum vicis vadum dico"

"Goodbye and Goodluck."

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Tantum vicis vadum dico – Only time shall tell.