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When Draco Malfoy opened his eyes, he was a large canopy above his head. That was weird- Draco hadn't slept in his childhood bed since…
Never mind; maybe he was too drunk to notice where he crashed last night. He wanted to get up, but memories flooded him- his early, happy childhood, Scorpius ranting on this bed about god knows what.
As he was drowning in the whirlpool of emotions, Draco heard a pop. He didn't look up and let his eyes remain closed.
"Master wishes young Master to come to the breakfast."
Draco's eyes snapped open. He sat up on the bed to see Dobby bowing in front of his bed. It was then that he realized that his body had shrunk, he was small.
He stared at the elf, then at his body and then again at his elf. What was happening? Was he hallucinating? Had the drinks finally rotted his brain?
"Is young master fine?"
Draco looked into those big-bulging eyes. "Um, Dobby, what is today's date?"
"23rd June, 1991 young master." Said Dobby, bowing once more.
Draco felt Dizzy. 1991? He was 50 years into the past! How was that possible? All the time-turners had been destroyed and that daughter of Riddle had made sure that no one-else knew the way of making another of those.
"Master?" Dobby asked and Draco looked at him.
"Yes, um, go and tell Father I am feeling unwell and I won't be able to join him at breakfast." Said Draco and went back to sleep. Maybe it was all just a dream and once he wakes up, all of it will be gone.
He lay there for a while, hearing Dobby pop away. After some time the doors opened and Draco heard a voice he hadn't heard in years say, "Draco, are you all right?"
Draco sat up on his bed to see his mother. Narcissa Malfoy was as beautiful as Draco remembered her. Her black hair- which had not turned white till Draco's fifth year- was tied in a bun.
"Mother." Croaked Draco. Concerned, Narcissa walked towards her son's bed and asked, "Draco, what's wrong? Dobby informed us that you were feeling unwell."
"Um, yes. Just a headache, mother." Said Draco, fighting tears. Narcissa put a hand on her son's forehead and said, "Well, you don't have a fever. So all right. Rest, we will call you at the time of Lunch."
Narcissa patted her son on his head and stood up to leave. Draco watched as she walked towards the door. He did not know what took him over, but he suddenly said, "Mother?"
"Yes?" she asked, turning around.
Gulping, Draco said, "I love you mother."
Narcissa was rather taken aback with her son's words. Neither Blacks nor Malfoys were known to express their feelings. Draco, of all people, was the last person she expected to make such a statement.
Smiling, Narcissa said, "I love you too son. Now go back to sleep."
…..
When Ginny Weasley woke up, she wasn't sure what to expect. Instead of her Giant bed and sober room in the Potter Manor, she was sleeping in a small room that reminded her much of her room in the Burrow. But the Burrow had been destroyed years ago!
As her ears began to take in the noise, she realized that wherever she was, the place was noisy. People ran up and down and somebody was shouting. Holding her head, Ginny sat up. And then all her sleep vanished away.
Ginny had never been able to sit by herself after losing her legs. She very carefully threw the blankets that were covering her, only to see her legs. Was this some kind of a dream?
"Percy, come down this instance!" Molly's voice echoed through the house.
"Percy, come down this instance!" the twins' voice followed.
"Oh, Fred, George! Stop disturbing. Go make yourself useful and wake Ginny up!" She heard Molly command.
"Yes Mum!" the two said at once and Ginny could hear their marching up to her door. As the door flung open, she saw two faces she hadn't seen so alive, so happy in years.
"Hey Gin-Gin!" said George, or was it Fred?
"Mum says to get up!" said Ge-Fr-the other one.
"Who are you?" asked Ginny, scared now.
"Well, ginny, I am Gred…"
"And he is Forge!" said the other.
Ginny was now really scared as well as angry. She screamed, "My brothers are dead!"
Both the twins were taken aback by Ginny's outburst. They looked at each other and it looked as if they were having a silent conversation.
"Did you hear me? My brothers and my family are dead! So whoever you are, tell me now!"
"Ginny, it's really us."
"Did you have a bad dream?"
"I didn't have any dream! This is madness!" said Ginny and frantically began looking everywhere in the room.
"Where's my wand?" she asked, furious.
"You haven't started Hogwarts yet." Said George looking at his twin. Ginny looked even angrier at this revelation.
"Um, Fred, I think you should go and call Mum." The other twin nodded and ran out of the room as Ginny screamed, "Mu mum's dead! What games are you playing?" she turned to look at George.
"Ginny, I swear we are not playing any tricks or anything." He gently touched her and began rubbing her back. Ginny did not protest. This was her brother. No Death Eater or Risen death Eater or any other person in fact could know what soothed her. Hell, even Harry didn't know that!
She looked up when the door opened to reveal a very concerned Molly and Fred. Tears began flowing out of her eyes.
"Dear, what's wrong?" she asked Ginny. When Ginny began crying loudly and ran and wrapped her arms around Molly, she turned to the twins and said, "What did you do?"
"Nothing!" both said at once.
"She suddenly started saying that we all were dead…
"…and she asked for her wand."
"That's nonsense! Ginny doesn't have a wand!" Molly looked down at her daughter and asked, "Dear did you have a bad dream?"
Ginny nodded and Molly picked her up. "Why don't we go down and you can tell us at the breakfast table?"
She carried her youngest downstairs as Ginny kept sobbing. The twins followed as well.
On the breakfast table, Percy and Ron were already seated. Ginny at once broke out of her mother's hug and ran to hug Ron.
Ron was taken aback. Ginny usually did crawl up in his bed if she had a bad dream, but she never did something like that in front of everyone. In fact, in public the two fought worse than a cat and a mouse.
"Wh-What's wrong?" asked Ron. Ginny said nothing and kept sobbing. Molly said, "Pat her dear. She is extremely worried. Had a nightmare about all of us dying."
Ron nodded and patted her. Molly at once summoned all the food and the family sat down to have breakfast. Molly sat beside where Ginny and Ron were sitting. As ginny stopped crying, she said, "I-I am So-sorry Fred, George. I-I had a dream that De-Bad people killed all-all of you and-and cut of my legs. I was big but my-my wand-wand…"
"It's all right dear." smiled Molly and stroked her daughter's hair. "Let's finish breakfast then we will talk about it."
Ginny nodded and nibbled a piece of toast.
….
When Dudley woke up, he felt extremely discomfort able. He did not know why, but he felt as if he had digested tons of unhealthy food. He rolled in his bed and was surprised when he opened his eyes to see stacks of toys he had owned as a child. Dudley had no idea what was going on. He sat up and looked around only to see himself in his old room in 4 Privet Drive
Dudley froze. He hadn't been in privet Drive for years. He couldn't be even if he wanted to. The place was destroyed when he was 40. Was it a trap?
The door opened to reveal a very young Petunia Dursley. Dudley's eyes widened in horror. Petunia had died before Dudley had married Cho. What was going on?
"My little Dudders is awake!" Petunia walked to him and kissed him on the cheek. "How's my birthday boy?"
"B-Birthday?" stammered Dudley.
"Why yes! Why don't you come down Duddykins! We have loads of present and nice breakfast! Come on, dress up and come down!"
Petunia closed the door behind her and Dudley kept sitting on his bed, gob smacked.
…..
Harry was sleeping peacefully when he heard a loud knocking.
"Wake up! Wake UP!"
Harry's eyes shot open. That was Aunt Petunia! But she was dead!
"Wake up! It's dudley's birthday!"
Dudley's birthday? If harry remembered correctly, his birthday was months ago which he did not even celebrate anymore.
Harry searched for his glasses and realised he was in his cupboard. His clothes were huge. Was this a death Eater attack? Where was Ginny?
Thinking he opened the door only to come face-to-face with Dudley as the pig he remembered at 11.
Before he could open his mouth, Dudley spoke. "Please tell me I am not the only one who thinks this is weird."
"SO you remember last night dinner with me and Ginny?" asked Harry, and Dudley exhaled.
"Thank God! I thought this was some other Death eater thing!" said Dudley and Harry nodded.
"What do you think has happened?" asked Harry, going towards the kitchen. Dudley was about to shrug when he stopped midway and said, "I wished upon the shooting star that I should have a chance to re-do everything!"
"So did I!" exclaimed Harry. "And if I am not wrong, so did Ginny and well, maybe so did Draco."
Dudley's widened and he asked, "Does that mean we will have to redo all the years?"
Harry looked grave and then said, "Maybe." And he opened the kitchen door.
A/N: So what do you think?
