Ah crap.
And she fainted.
The meek, pale sunlight of an early autumn morning leaked through the window of the infirmary and landed softly on Luna. She had been engulfed by her peaceful dream and lay on the neatly kept bed delicately. Her silky white blonde hair was splayed around her gentle face on the crisp white sheets. Her cherry lips parted as she sighed with content.
Tom looked more deeply into her features. They were battered and tired yet defiant. Her skin was pale and dotted with bruises and scars, yet she was beautiful. She was wearing trousers. He had never met a girl who wore trousers. Made from… denim? Obviously a girl from a very different culture. But nothing else could reveal her character. She was hidden. A quick breath of frustration escaped Tom's clenched jaws.
He leaned back into the soft, lumpy chair next to her bedside. He had carried her to the infirmary after she had fainted in the middle of the quidditch field. The whole episode was all his mindless classmates gossiped about. "Prince of Slytherin rescues innocent, wounded, mystery girl".
Ridiculous. Had no one asked how she had apparated onto Hogwarts ground? The walls were impenetrable. He slipped his fingers in and out of the cool silver chain with the spinning time turner as he thought carefully. He had not told anyone that he had discovered a time turner set to 1942 around her neck. Well… apart from the mystery girl- and then she had fainted. He had to know more about her. If she was a witch powerful enough to run a time turner he could use her. His current knights were failing in most classes, including Defence Against the Dark Arts. A handful could only just manage to conjure a patronus. It was pathetic.
He could not let this girl out of his sight. He buried the time turner deep into his robe pocket. She would have to stay. Tom quickly rose and paced out of the infirmary, his black robes billowing behind him.
But Tom could not deny it. For the first time in his life, he had taken a strong interest in another being.
Luna awoke to frail hands shaking her softly. She forced her heavy eyelids to open. An elderly and concerned looking woman ,with wispy dirty blonde hair that fell below her hips, was standing above her. A strong scent of lavender washed over Luna.
"Thank the Lord you're awake, dearie. How are you feeling?" She whispered with a kind smile.
"Excuse me miss, but when am I?"
A small frown creased the old woman's brow.
"When?"
"Yes please." Luna replied simply.
"1942 dear. Have you hit your head at all?" She said slowly.
"No. But-"
Luna attempted to lift her head before finishing, but a wave of dots crashed upon her and she fell quickly back on to the pillow.
"Ouch."
"Oh! I must go and search for some medicine for your head, my dear."
"Wait! Before you go-"
"Yes dearie?"
"Am I in Hogwarts?"
"The one and only."
"Who is the current Headmaster?"
"Dippet of course..."
"And what of Albus Dumbledore?"
"He is the transfiguration professor." She frowned. Do you know him?"
"Well…yes…errr…no. No I don't know him. Certainly not."
"I hope I have enough medicine to cure that head of yours…" she muttered.
The old woman bustled off into a separate wing, and Luna lost sight of her.
Right. She thought.
1942. Hogwarts. Albus still alive. Riddle still alive. Voldemort nonexistent. Great. I've got work to do. But before I do, I'd love something to eat. Perhaps I could steal some nargles eggs…