Adrenaline pumped fast through my veins. Everything around me seemed to disappear as I focused all my thoughts and energy on the duel I was currently fighting against Bellatrix Lestrange. There was no lack of anger or resentment in me as I threw curse after curse. As I looked at her, all I could think of was the permanent scar on my forearm that would mark me for life. Any pity or regret I felt for doing this melted away as I remembered the word that was permanently burned into my arm; mudblood.

We traded a few more curses. I've dodged a few cruciatus' and avada's, and sent a few of them myself. Deciding to switch it up, I threw a basic, yet effective spell at her.

"Stupefy!" I yelled as I made the required wand movements. Not expecting this, she hesitated for a moment. Just the time the curse needed to reach her. She was thrown backwards into the wall and when she landed, she did not move. Not knowing if she was unconscious or dead, and hoping for the latter, I ran away.

My mission now, was to get to Dumbledore's office. He left me a secret mission, saying that if the Order was losing, then this would be our last resort. I didn't know what the mission was, but I trusted Dumbledore to give me a mission I could complete successfully.

I made it inside the castle without much trouble; most people were duelling each other one on one. I knew getting to Dumbledore's office would be easy as the battle was being fought outside.

I finally reached his office a few minutes later. Out of breathe, I muttered the passwords and began my ascent up the steps to his office.

I opened a secret cabinet on his shelf that was otherwise invisible to those who didn't know it was there. Inside it was an envelope. Peering inside, I pulled out a time turner and a letter. I put the time turner around my neck and began to read the letter.

"Dear Ms. Granger,

The time turner I have included in this package is enchanted to send the wearer back in time farther than any ordinary time turner. Under normal circumstances, I would discourage anyone from changing the past, however in these difficult times I see no other option. If you are reading this, then I am dead and you have come to the conclusion that the Order will not be able to stop Lord Voldemort. I know this goes against everything you stand for, but I implore you to go against the rationality of your brain and see that this is the best way to save lives. Done correctly, this could save thousands of lives.

Thank you, and good luck.

Your friend,

Albus Dumbledore

P.S. 15 turns should do it."

I stared down at the letter. He was correct; this did go against everything I had ever been taught about the timeline. But he was also correct in saying that this was the best way.

Making a quick decision, I started to spin the time turner.

I got through ten turns when suddenly the door was blasted open, and the Prince of Slytherin, Draco Malfoy strode in. I gasped, and kept turning.

It all happened in seconds. I was being grabbed, just a few more turns to go. He wasn't under the necklace, so I didn't believe he could go with me. I quickly finished turning the time turner.

I felt the familiar feeling of being pushed and pulled in all different directions. I closed my eyes, feeling sick. In the midst of the travel, I realized that I could still feel that someone had a hold of me. It was impossible! There was no way Malfoy had been able to travel with me; he wasn't under the chain of the time turner!

I finally landed. I collapsed to my knees, taking deep breaths and willing the nausea to go away. My moment of peace was interrupted by a groan.

"Where are we?" Malfoy moaned, holding his head. I sat up and looked around at our surroundings.

"Looks like we're in the Forbidden Forest. Couldn't tell you how far from the castle though." I answered. "And if Dumbledore was correct and I did this right, we should be in the year 1945."

"1945? Why in the bloody hell would you need to come back this far? Can a time turner even come back this far?" He questioned.

"Dumbledore enchanted it to come back this far, and this will be Tom Riddle's seventh year at Hogwarts. I was supposed to come back to stop him, and I guess now you can help. Unless you enjoy being enslaved to the evil bastard?"

"Of course I don't." He muttered bitterly.

"Good. Great. Well we might as well set up camp for the night; we'll need time to come up with a cover story and fake paperwork." I told him. "You get some firewood, I'll put up wards and conjure up a tent for us."

He wordlessly got up and began collecting dead branches from the ground. I was surprised he was taking this so well. I was expecting him to demand me to send us back, or for him to attempt to prevent me from completing my mission. I don't know what I expected from him, but it definitely wasn't complete cooperation. That made me extremely suspicious; Malfoy's don't do anything unless it benefits them.

After putting up the wards and setting up a tent, I helped Malfoy in collecting firewood. After we had a sufficient amount, I lit the fire and we sat on logs around it until it got dark.

"I expected you to try and stop me." I admitted after a few minutes of silent. He was quiet for a moment, deep in thought.

"The truth is," he began, then hesitated "I've never wanted to follow the Dark Lord. It was a survival tactic for me to do his bidding to the best of my ability. If I didn't, he would have killed me and my family."

"The Order could have protected you." I pointed out. He scoffed. I raised my eyebrows in confusion.

"You would have all been suspicious of me being a spy. Not to mention, you all hate me. Not that I could blame you. No, not after what my family and I have done to you lot."

I felt myself feeling guilty. For what, I did not know.

"Maybe now's the time to redeem yourself." I told him.

"Maybe." He replied.