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There's still hope though. I can still change him. I know I can.
Ha! Who am I kidding? He's vile, he's evil; he's a murderer!
Lying on my back, I thought of how I came here. How I accidently ended up on the year 1944.
*Flashback*
It was the Final Battle at Hogwarts. We were losing, the Dark Side was winning. They already outnumbered us.
Bodies were lying everywhere, curses flying about. I barely registered a Slicing Hex thrown my way until I heard Harry cast a Protego charm on me. I was hurt bad, cuts and bruises adorned my face and my arms. My legs throbbed badly, they were far too tired of running. It was only the adrenaline that still kept me standing, throwing hex after hex.
"Harry, there's too many of them!" I heard Ron say, blocking curses that were flying his way.
"Just hold on Ron! We can do this!" encouraged Harry. "I know we can!"
Then, He appeared. The very moment he stepped on the battlefield, everything stopped. He was fear. His snake-like demeanor and red eyes were enough to petrify you on the spot.
He looked around, reveling in the destruction he and his followers created. It was until his eyes fell upon me. Looking into to his eyes, I saw something I never thought I'd see in them. It was sorrow and, ironically, love.
He raised his wand, pointing it at me. "Ardor quitim damno decumbo!" Suddenly a silver streak of light erupted from his wand, hitting me square on the chest. All I remember was seeing everything disappear in the bright light before I lost consciousness.
Waking up, I saw I was in the infirmary. It was raining hard. The room was dimly lit by a candle placed on a table near the bed I was lying on. Next to it was my wand and a copy of The Daily Prophet. Picking it up, I looked at the date printed on its front. I blanched. It says "October 21, 1994"
*End of Flashback*
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