June 21st 2003
On her way home from getting a bite to eat after staying up all night reading the fifth installment to her favorite series (Harry potter and the order of the phoenix) Lana James was feeling extremely tired. Thinking about the book she had just read, she couldn't help going over it in her head over and over again. She was so upset with what had happened to Sirius Black in the book, it just didn't seem fair that he had died when he had not really been allowed to live for years. Then, for Harry to have the weight of the wizarding world on his shoulders like that, it was just so unfair! She shook her head realizing she was just getting herself worked up for a book.
Lana knew she shouldn't be out driving, it was past her curfew, and her parents would kill her if they knew she was out at two in the morning. If she was caught then her parents would ground her and she had only just gotten her license, about three weeks before, on her sixteenth birthday. However, after spending nearly twenty hours reading the book, she just had to have something to eat. Still thinking about the book Lana started to fall asleep while driving. Jumping awake from the horns blaring she saw herself going through a red light, heard a crunch and then everything went black.
London 2011
Harry Potter had won the war! At least that's how all of the headlines read on the Daily Prophet. Harry was holed up in a flat in London ready to give up on the magical community. Yes, Harry Potter had won the war, but this was at great cost to all those he held dear. Ginny with her vibrant red hair had fallen victim to a slashing hex to her throat, Hermione was knocked of her broom and fell fifty feet to her death. The only Weasley left was Ron and he had lost his mind to the cruciatus, refusing to give up the location of Grimmauld place and then left for dead.
Harry didn't know how to cope! He wished there was a way to go back. To change everything that had happened. He had searched for three months after the war for a way to go back and change things there was just no magical way to go back twenty years to the start of the war. He held the gun to his head knowing there was no other way to deal, besides the wizarding word was safe, right?
St. Mungo's 1986
"No sir, there's been no change. Her soul is just to weak she won't have much time left now." The healer said to the gentleman in the black overcoat with blond almost white hair.
"But you said her body had healed, that she would be fine!" said the white-haired man
"We had thought she would, but her soul just doesn't want to hang on, Sir. I'm sorry, it's up to her now all we can do is wait." The healer left the man to his thoughts.
Lucius knew he was in trouble. He was given one thing to watch over before Voldemort had fled. He didn't know what to do now that Illiana was ill. The Dark Lord, if he found out what Narcissa had done to her, well he just had to hope that Voldemort never came back. If he did, it may just be the end of the Malfoy familiy.